Bored. Again. Those were Arthur's least favourite words. One would think that, when one is a prince, one would have lots of things to do, and one would have lots of maidens to adore.
It seems that one was overly fantasizing the job.
After the Mormons decided they want to unleash a tyrannosaurus rex and several hyenas on Llamelot, the cousin of Camelot and a city of allies, the royal family inhabiting the citadel there decided to reside with Arthur and his father.
This mean his overly organised, OCD cousin Larthur had taking all Arthur's jobs under his not-as-cool-as-Arthur's belt, leaving Arthur to 'relax'.
Unfortunately for him, Arthur was NOT the sort to be pushed over lightly. In fact his rather sturdy build meant he was quite heavy, and so would have to have been pushed over heavily, something which he was not prepared to let happen. In addition to this, Larthur had a fundamental flaw.
He ADORED llamas.
Now Arthur guessed he should have seen it coming, what with the fact that Larthur had been born and raised in Llamelot, haven of the llamas and primary breeding station of the rare Sarcastic Spitball Llama. But it conflicted with Arthur's own love of camels (because he was from Camelot, and his first steed was a camel).
And Arthur knew he was always right.
'Well,' Arthur thought. 'I'll teach that little brat to love the llamas more than camels.'
With that, he headed to the window to try and spot Larthur. There! He was talking to someone by the stables. 'No doubt he's on about how llamas are supposedly better than camels,' Arthur thought, as he turned on his heel and brisk walked to the door, pulled it open, and...
'OHMIGOSHMERLINWHATAREYOUDOING!'
There was Merlin, lying on the floor by the natural air vent with a goblet to his ear.
'Uh...well...it's a long story, Sire, and I'm almost certain you don't want to hear it, so if you don't mind, I'll just be on my-'
'Merlin, quit your jibber-jabbing, and just tell me what the hell you're doing.'
'Well...' Merlin paused for dramatic effect as he prepared to launch into his story. 'Yesterday, Gaius told me to take some explosives to an infested plant area which was causing people to be sick so we could destroy it. Then, as I was passing by, a serving maid coming out of your room with a jug of water bumped into me, causing her to drop it on me. I was drenched!'
Arthur rolled his eyes. 'So?' he asked impatiently.
'So I got distracted, and I dropped the pile of explosives I was carrying into the vent here, where they would be safe, and I went to change my shirt. For the rest of the day, I was so occupied with jobs Gaius was giving me that I completely forgot about the explosives. This morning, Gaius reminded me that we were going to blow up the area today...and I remembered I had forgotten to collect them! I rushed over here to find that all that remained was a small pile of ash...'
By now, Arthur was furious. This could only mean one thing...
'MERLIN, YOU IDIOT! THAT MEANS THE EXPLOSIVES HAVE DISSOLVED INTO MY ROOM AND THEY COULD BLOW OH DEAR...'
