Disclaimer: I don't own Monty Python's Flying Circuses or anything else that has to do with it. Damn, too bad. Since I write Monty Python I still consider myself a Python, or at the very least a Pythonite.

It's Man is shown at an airport, looking confused by all the people, luggage, loudspeaker announcements and just the 21st century in general. Slowly turns to camera.

It's Man: WTF? It's…

Announcer (John): Will Michael Ellis please go to the information desk?

Chris Quinn stumbles into shot.

Chris Quinn (Eric): [cupping one hand, holding ant in it, exited] What?

Announcer: Repeat, terminal 32B is now open for all flights going to Burma and Judea.

Chris Quinn: [sad] Aw.

Announcer: It is also now Chris Quinn week!

Chris Quinn: [getting exited again] What?

It's Man: [taps Chris on shoulder, Chris looks at him] Go away, it's my part. [pushes Chris out of shot quite rudely, Chris just looks bewildered and accidentally drops his ant]

Chris Quinn: Marcus! Marcus!

Opening sequence. Cuts to police station.

Police Officer (still Graham): I've had it up to here [indicates top of head] with these crazy, pansy, lupine-loving, larch-hugging, albatross-yelling, two-shed-owning, tiger-suit-wearing morons that try to replicate the sheer beauty that my friends and I strived to create uniquely in the early 70's. All they are doing is making it up and trying to have it pass off as their own. And even with the disclaimers they still say that the characters aren't theirs but the story is? We are real people, not characters, and if you're sitting at your computer reading this rant like, "Haha Graham Chapman isn't even alive anymore!" Well then you've got another thing coming to ya!

Viking and Napoleon are brought, handcuffed, into the police station by another police officer.

Police Officer: That'll learn 'em!

AdorableEric walks into shot

AdorableEric: Hey, I am one of those people that writes stories for Monty Python and you aren't getting all pissed at me!

Police Officer: …quite agree, quite agree! [turns to other police officer] handcuff this writer on suspicion of being a looney and using a shield as an offensive weapon etcetera.

AdorableEric: What? [starts to get handcuffed] but wait, I didn't do anything! [getting lead away] but this is MY story! [out of shot] this is quite odd isn't it?

Cuts to Obama (USA's president)

Obama: Hi…I'm Obama.

Cuts to Bonnie and Viking at the fancy restaurant from last chapter.

Bonnie: [somberly] and that's why we can't be together. I know this is hard for you, it's hard for me too, but I really believe this to be the best course of action in this situation.

Viking: Alright. I…I think I may understand. But I wanted you to know that I've just lost the Game.

Bonnie: [confused] just now?

Viking: yeah, when you were just talking I was just kind of tuning it out and thinking about the Game.

Bonnie: But why weren't you listening to me?

Viking: I figured it wasn't nearly as important.

Bonnie: See, this is why I'm breaking up with you! Because you don't listen to me!

Viking: I was listening!

Bonnie: No you weren't! You were thinking about the bloody Game! I can't stand another minute of this damn Game!

Viking: But you can't avoid it, you're already playing!

Bonnie: Not anymore! [pulls out gun] This is for my own good! [shoots self, Viking stares uncomprehending at Bonnie's lifeless body]

Waiter (Eric): [walks up to table] so sorry to keep you waiting, it's just I noticed that this other table had a dirty fork and I was forced to stab myself in the belly with it. But this is certainly no time to burden you with the details of my recovery as I notice that you appear to have just lost a dear one. I apologize most sincerely.

Viking: Why, did you know her?

Bonnie: [whispering] him

Viking: Why, did you know him?

Waiter: Why no sir, I don't think I did.

Viking: Well it doesn't matter now, does it? He's rung down the curtain and joined the choir invisible. He's a stiff! Bereft of life, he rests in peace! He's pushing up the daisies and he's bought the farm.

Bonnie: I'm not dead!

Waiter: Hold on, he says he's not dead.

Viking: He's dead I tell you!

Waiter: Be more respectful, he can hear you, you know. Let's just say that he has temporarily passed on.

Viking: Passed on or putrefying, cadaverous or inanimate, it doesn't matter what you call it because he's still spiritless!

AdorableEric: [runs into shot] I came up with that last line!

Waiter: Well that's a very clever thing to come up with for such a silly character. Could you come up with something interesting for me to say?

Police officers enter.

Police Officer: [points at AdorableEric] GET HER!

AdorableEric: [to waiter] for another skit?

Waiter: yeah alright, but I'll only say it if it's at least 5 times better than the rubbish that our other Fanfiction writers come up with.

AdorableEric: [running out of shot with Police Officers on heels] yeah, yeah, will do!

Cuts to Michael Palin dressed up as a Middle Ages peasant. Subtitle says: A Middle Ages pheasant.

Palin: That's peasant, not pheasant!

Subtitle: A Middle Ages Pleasant.

Palin: Peasant!

Subtitle: Present?

Palin: Peasant!

Subtitle: President?

Palin: Peasant!

Subtitle: This is getting out of hand.

Palin: I agree.

Subtitle: A Middle Ages Peasant.

Palin: That's better.

Black screen.

Voice Over (Palin): Oh bugger.

Credits:

Graham Chapman

(a llama)

John Cleese

(A different but very flighty llama)

(If you saw the last few Circus episodes you know what I mean)

Eric Idle

(A lemming, but also a dentist)

Michael Palin

(A lemming, but an optometrist)

Terry Jones

(A llama optimist)

(And colonoscopy doctor)

Terry Gilliam

(A llama animator who happens to be attracted to lemming dentists)

(Watch out Eric!)