A/N Props to who knows what movie this is based on!
Prompt: Jest
Dimentio was worried. The ever-upbeat jester had no idea what was going on, but apparently he was guilty of a terrible crime, and was impromptu-knighted in order to face someone in a duel, to decide who would have Luvbi's hand.
And here he thought he was going to have the fun role.
"Where's the Green Thunder? Mimi, where is he?"
"He's surely on his way. He won't let you fight Sir O'Chunks by yourself!" Mimi stood next to Dimentio, who was clad in the undergarments of a knights set of armor. She herself was dressed in a marvelous red dress, that matched her perfectly.
"Well, he'd better hurry. Check and see if he is on his way; he'd come by the south road," Dimentio said, turning to look at his opponent. As the jester watched, O'Chunks punched a hole right through a metal shield. Dimentio gulped.
"Good stock, yes," he muttered. A guard Koopa came running up to Dimentio.
"Come on now, get in yer armor, ye fool! Sir O'Chunks is waiting!" the guard demanded.
"Yes, yes, just a, er, moment please." Dimentio was panicking. He couldn't fight! The only reason he'd agreed to this was because the Green Thunder, Mr. L, was supposed to come and step in to fight for him. Now that didn't seem likely.
"I said get yer butt in the armor, idiot," the guard repeated, grabbing Dimentio by the arm. As he shook the jesters arm, a bolt of lightening struck the unlucky court pleaser's armor. Immediately, the sword sitting on the bench next to it flew over and stuck itself to the armor. Neither the guard nor the 'knight' noticed this phenomena as they quibbled.
"Will both challengers please step forward to face His Royal Sovereign?" At this announcement, Dimentio hurried himself into his armor, struggling to place his sword in its sheath, as it kept sticking to his side. As he fiddled with his weapon, the princess's personal witch, Nastasia, ran forward and addressed him.
"Sir Dimentio, kill Sir O'Chunks, you must!" At this, Dimentio looked absentmindedly at her, as he fiddled with his sword.
"I don't stand much of a chance, I don't think. But as an entertainer I came, and as an entertainer I shall go!"
Nastasia shook her head. "Nay, ye won't need fight, for the fight won't begin! Yea, the drink for the toast is poisoned! Hear, the drink is poisoned!" At this, the jester looked at her in bewilderment.
"What, the drink has been poisoned?"
"Yes, but only one. Listen carefully, there be two vessels. A vessel with a pessel and a chalice from the palace!"
"A pessel with a-go on!"
"The pellet with the poison is in the vessel with the pessel, and the chalice from the palace holds the brew that is true!" The jester nodded sagely at this.
"So the pellet with the poison is in the vessel with the pessel, and the chalice from the palace holds the brew that is true? I must remember!" he exclaimed, walking away from the witch, muttering under his breath, "The vessel with the palace-no, the chalice of the poison-hmm, no..."
The witch shook her head, and buried her face in her palms. Sir Dimentio of Lineland indeed.