A/N: New chapter! Enjoy!


Obelix started pummelling the Romans at the rear of the march. Asterix snuck towards the front, and managed to get ahead of them before they reached the village gates. He stopped in their path.

"Out of the way, Gaul!" one Roman, Utternonsus, growled.

"That's no Gaul!" another Roman, named Plagueoflocus. "That's Immadoofus disguised as a Gaul!"

"Oh, yeah!" Utternonsus said his voice annoyingly high-pitched as he spoke. "You sure did a good job on that disguise."

"Ave, friends!" Asterix saluted. "The little Gaulish nitwit is in the camp Compendium! Capture him and bring him to me. I want to rub my success in his face."

"Uuuuuuhhhh…" the two Romans glanced at each other. "Okay!" And ran off.

"And what about the rest of us?" another legionary asked.

"Your services are no longer needed," Asterix dismissed them with a wave of his hand, and ran off into the woods. The legionaries looked at each other, confused. Then they were bashed into the air, and their helmets added to the rapidly-growing collection of Obelix's.


Utternonsus and Plagueoflocus soon found Asterix waiting for them in the woods. They had Immadoofus. They dropped him at Asterix's feet, who smiled slyly down at him.

"Uh, he claims he's you, Immadoofus," Plagueoflocus said.

"But we know better, we do!" Utternonsus added cheerfully.

"Great. Now go away," Asterix said.

"Right!" the two Romans said together, and left. Asterix grabbed his helmet from Immadoofus and put it on.

"It feels good to have this back," he said. Just then, Obelix came crashing through the woods, Dogmatix at his heels.

"Asterix!" Obelix exclaimed. "And… Asterix?!" The two look-alikes stared at Obelix, and then glanced at each other. Immadoofus quickly shoved in front of Asterix, knocking him over. His helmet flew off his head and into the bushes.

"Good to see you, Obelix, old pal!" he said, holding out his hand in warm greeting as he approached the larger Gaul. Dogmatix hid by Obelix's feet, growling.

"What's wrong with Dogmatix?" Obelix asked.

"He's feeling uneasy with this… this imposter so near us!" Immadoofus pointed an accusing finger at Asterix.

"Wha- ME?!" Asterix placed his hand on his chest. "I'm the imposter?"

"Of course you are!" Obelix said angrily. "Asterix is the smartest person I know, and if he says you're the imposter, then he's right!" He protectively pushed Immadoofus behind him, and approached Asterix threateningly. "Don't worry, Asterix; I'll take care of him. He won't harass us anymore!"

"Wait a minute, Obelix, can't we talk this over?" Asterix asked, but Obelix simply picked him up by the collar of his shirt, and prepared for a pounding.

"Prepare for politeness!" Obelix said. Dogmatix whimpered as he watched.

"Obelix, no!" Obelix halted his fist, just inches from making contact with Asterix's jaw. Asterix uncovered his eyes, and saw Getafix running through the woods towards them.

"That's the real Asterix, you big oaf!" Getafix exclaimed, pulling Asterix from Obelix's grip.

"Sorry, Asterix," Obelix said quietly. Asterix retrieved his helmet from the bushes.

"Oh, that's all right, Obelix," Asterix assured him, straightening his helmet. "No harm done."

"What of the Romans?" Getafix asked. Asterix shrugged.

"They're all a bit sick, Getafix," Obelix said. "They don't fight back anymore. It's no fun!" He stuck his hands in his pockets, kicking the dirt with his foot.

"That's all right, Obelix," Getafix said.

"What do we do with this one?" Asterix asked, gesturing to Immadoofus. Getafix rubbed his chin in thought.

"Take him to the Roman camp Compendium," he said after a moment. "Let them deal with him."


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