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One fine day, King Arthur and the knights of the Round Table went to go find Holey Bread for the Communion.
"Let's go to Albertson's and find some," said Sir Lancelot, wearing his tight pants.
"Yes, let's set off on this wonderful journey!" King Arthur yelped.
"What about me?" asked Patsy.
"You stay home and guard the castle," ordered Sir Galahad.
Sir Beterviere was too busy painting a self portrait of himself, and Brave, Brave Sir Robin was taking a nappy-poo. Besides, he had a deadly fear of supermarkets.
Anyway, Sir Lancelot, King Arthur, and Sir Galahad set off on a journey. The first thing they realized however, was that they did not know how to cross the street without getting run over.
"Aha!" said Sir Lancelot. "It's just like in the videogames with BikiniInspector and PlayBoy! You press the little button," he gestured to the one to cross the street, "and a little hint comes out in a bubble."
"Let's save that for later," King Arthur yelled, "I'm the leader here—and we should save it in case we get stuck."
"I don't know about that," said Sir Galahad uncertainly.
"You shut up," King Arthur said.
Sir Galahad shut up and Sir Lancelot patted him on the back to comfort him.
"You see," said King Arthur, gesturing to the traffic lights. "There's five colors. Red, green, yellow and purple. We have to wait until it reaches purple."
"We can cross the street then?" asked Sir Galahad.
"Naturally," King Arthur said. "Are you doubting my judgement?"
"Gee, I don't know," said Sir Lancelot. "Ok, let's give it a try."
They sat there for a while, then Sirs Galahad and Lancelot decided to go skip through the daisy field instead. That left King Arthur sitting there with an umbrella (in case it snowed) for a long, long time.
Little did Sirs Galahad and Lancelot know that these were not daisy fields, but poppy fields. Sir Galahad was still skipping around, and didn't notice that Sir Lancelot had passed out fourteen minutes ago. Sir Galahad was less vulnerable to the poppies because he sniffed them all the time, because Sir Beterviere grew them in his room. (Sir Beterviere was his roommate, by the way).
He decided to pick some poppies, or daisies, as he thought, for King Arthur and leave Sir Lancelot "sleeping" there.
"Here I am, noble king," said Sir Galahad. "I brought you some daisies, and your other servant Lancelot is still sleeping back there! Do I get a promotion?"