Varian pretended to ride through the land. Behind him trailed a small, green, one eyed monster. He was carrying his supplies and banging two coconuts together to mimic horse beats. Varian was looking at the map. "Are you sure we aren't lost?" He asked his supposed stead.

"No, sir." Mike said. He was the green, one eyed, monster. "We plotted out the course before we left Camelot. There should be a castle nearby."

"But we should have come across it a couple of hours ago." Varian said, with his face buried in the map.

"Well sir, time is never a question." Mike said. "You did take that time to rant and rave about the orcs along the way."

"They deserved it." Varian said. "You know, trouncing around being all orcy. They could all die for all I care." He flipped the map from side to side, to see it at a different angle. "Now, we must be getting near it."

"Uhh, sir." Mike started.

"We must be getting close." Varian said.

"Uhh, sir." Mike said.

Varian started to crumble up the map. "This map is useless." He said, before throwing it away. He went on his knees and cupped his face. "We're never going to find this fort. If I can't even find a stinking fort, how am I supposed to find the grail?"

"Uhh, sir." Mike said, while pulling on his shirt. "You should see this."

Varian turned around and glared at him. Mike jumped back in fright. "What? What is so important?" Mike pointed in front of him. Varian turned around to look at a large fort. He smiled and jumped up. "You see, I knew the map would work. I'm a superb tracker." Mike rolled his eye. "Hello." Varian called up. "Is anyone there?"

"Who wants to know?" A potato head man said.

"I am Varian, King of the Brits." Varian said.

"Well, good for you." Mr. Potato head said. "But where did you get the coconuts?"

"Coconuts?" Varian said, a little drawn back by the unexpected question.

"Yeah, the coconuts." Mr. Potato Head said. "Where'd you get them?"

Varian looked at Mike, who shrugged. He turned back around. "We just found them." He said.

"Found them." Mr. Potato Head said. "How'd you just find them? Coconuts are a tropical fruit. They are not indigenous to Britain."

"I do not see how it is important how I found the coconuts." Varian said. "I just want to know if you have a king or lord who would accompany me to Camelot and join as a member of the round table."

"Hey, Hamm, get over here." Mr. Potato Head called back.

"What is it?" A large pig came up to say.

"These guys have some coconuts." Mr. Potato Head said.

"Coconuts, eh." Hamm said. "Probably sparrows."

"I would like to talk to your lord." Varian called up.

"How do you think it was sparrows?" Mr. Potato Head said.

"You see," Hamm started. "European sparrows are migratory. It is possible that one brought a coconut up here."

Mr. Potato Head said. "True, but you forget something. European sparrows are too small to pick up a coconut. It could have been an African sparrow."

"Hey, are you guys listening to me." Varian called up, while waving his arms.

"No." Hamm said, shaking his head. "African sparrows are not migratory."

"Ah, forget them." Varian said. He started walking away. "Come on Mike, we'll just have to find someone else." Mike started after him.

"It could have been two European sparrows on a rope." Mr. Potato Head said as the king walked out of earshot.