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The Trial and British Rabbit
[Scene: A village square. A line of squirrels wearing monk garb walk around the thatch huts chanting something unintelligible.]
Monks: Cheechee squeesquee squeakeay[Hit themselves with boards.]
[A mob of baby ponies run by carrying various toys and pushing a strangely dressed one in front of them.]
Mob: Witch! Witch! Wiiiitch!!!
[It stops in front of a platform where Windwhistler is busy trying to make a flying squirrel carry a coconut]
Baby Lofty: We've found a witch, may we burn er?
Windwhistler: How did you discern that she is a witch?
Baby Lofty: What?
Windwhistler: How do you know she is a witch?
Baby Ribbon: She look's like one!
Windwhistler: Present the accused!
[The mob of baby ponies looks vacantly at her.]
Windwhistler: [Getting impatient] Bring her forward!
Moon Dancer: I'm not a witch! I'm not a witch!
Windwhistler: But you wear the attire of one.
Mob: Speak English!
Moon Dancer: They dressed me up like this-
Mob: No we didn't!
Moon Dancer: -and these aren't my wings, they're false ones.
Windwhistler: [Looks scornfully at the crowd.] Well?
Baby Lofty: Well, we did do the wings...
Windwhistler: The wings?
Baby Lofty: ...and the hat, but she is a witch!
Mob: A witch! A witch! Burn er!
Windwhistler: Did you put this raiment on her?
Baby Lofty: We are baby ponies, don't talk like that!
Windwhistler: Did you dress her up?
Baby Lofty: No!
Mob: No, no, no.
Baby Lofty: Yes, a bit, a bit. She has got a horn!
[Baby ribbon points this out]
Windwhistler: Well, so have you! And what makes you think she is a witch?
Baby Sweet Stuff: Why, she turned me into a skunk!
Windwhistler: A skunk!
Baby Sweet Stuff: I got better...
Baby Ribbon: Burn er anyway!
Mob: Burn er, burn er!
[Majesty and Patsy approach and come to a halt nearby to watch the trial.]
Windwhistler: [Thinking: I've gotta do something about this crowd! Oh well, I guess I'll have to sacrifice Moon Dancer. I never did like her anyway.] Quiet! Quiet! There are ways of telling whether she is a witch.
Baby Lofty: Are there? Well, tell us, tell us!
Windwhistler: Tell me, what do you do with witches?
Mob: Burn em! Burn em!
Windwhistler: And what else do you burn?
Baby Lofty: More witches!
[Baby Sweet Stuff smacks her.]
Baby Ribbon: Wood.
Windwhistler: Good. Why do witches burn?
[A long pause ensues in which Baby Lofty sucks meditatively on her rattle.]
Baby Sweet Stuff: Because they're made of, wood?
Windwhistler: Good! So, how do we tell if she is made of wood?
Baby Lofty: Build a seesaw out of er!
Windwhistler: Ah! But can you not also make seesaws out of plastic?
Baby Lofty: Oh yeah...
Windwhistler: Does wood sink in water?
Baby Lofty: No.
Baby Ribbon: No, it floats. It floats!
Baby Lofty: Throw er into the pond!
[Baby Lofty starts tugging at Moon Dancer and Windwhistler pulls back, eventually winning.]
Windwhistler: [Regaining control.] What also floats in water?
Baby Lofty: Rain.
Baby Ribbon: Apples.
Baby Sweet Stuff: Very small rocks.
[Windwhistler is shaking her head.]
Baby Lofty: Cider.
Baby Ribbon: Great gravy!
Baby Sweet Stuff: Churches, churches.
Baby Lofty: Lead!
Majesty: A sea pony!
Windwhistler: Exactly! So, logically...
Baby Lofty: If she...weighs...the same...as a sea pony...she's made of wood...
Windwhistler: And therefore...
Baby Ribbon: A witch!
Mob: A witch! A witch!
Windwhistler: I guess we'll use my larger scales.
[She leaps off the platform and climbs a hill nearby. On the top are two scales. In one, a sea pony named Wave Runner already sits. Moon Dancer is sat in the other one.]
Windwhistler: Right, remove the supports!
[The scales are free and they somehow even out that Moon Dancer weighs less than Wave Runner.]
Moon Dancer: Hah! I told you I wasn't a witch! I'm taking you all to people's court for falsely accusing me!
[The crowd goes off arguing as Majesty approaches Windwhistler.]
Windwhistler: Thanks for helping me get rid of that annoying crowd. How did you know that unicorns weigh less than sea ponies?
Majesty: You have to know this kind of stuff when you are Queen of the Ponies.
Windwhistler: My liege![Bows]
Majesty: Good knight, will you come with me to Dream Castle and join us at the Round Table? I am in need of able knights and your intelligence and trickery may come in handy.
Windwhistler: I would be honored, but I must caution you, I'm usually not quite so underhanded.
Majesty: Do you always talk like that? What is your name?
Windwhistler: [Nods.] Windwhistler my liege.
Majesty: Then I dub you Sir Windwhistler, Knight of the Round Table.
Narrator: [Sounding suspiciously like Spike, The Book of the Film is shown.] The wise Sir Windwhistler was the first to join Queen Majesty's knights. But other illustrious names were soon to follow: Sir Magic Star, the Adventurous; Sir Paradise, the Vain; and Sir Shady, the Not-quite-so-adventurous-as-Sir Magic Star,
who had nearly rescued Baby Lickety Split, who had nearly stood up to Gusty, and who had personally blamed herself for the Smooze; and the aptly named Sir Not-appearing-in-this-film. [a picture of Sundance looking really ticked.]
Together they formed a herd whose names and deeds were to be retold throughout the centuries, the knights of the round table.
[Scene: A road, each pony is trailed by similarly colored bushwoolie carrying a large pack and hitting coconuts together.]
Windwhistler: And that, my liege, is how the exact circumfrence of the Earth was hypothesized.
Majesty: Are you sure that the Earth is round? I was so certain that it was heart-shaped. Oh well, this new learning amazes me, Sir Windwhistler. Now tell me again how flowers may be used to keep bad people out of Ponyland?
Windwhistler: Certainly my liege!
Magic Star: Look my liege!
Majesty: Dream Castle!
Paradise: Dream Castle!
Magic Star: Dream Castle!
Patsy: [Turning to another Bushwoolie.]It's only a plastic child's playset!
Majesty: Shh! Knights, I bid you welcome to your new home. Let us ride to Dream Castle!
[At this point, Grundles are seen doing a conga line around the castle singing their annoying song: Grundles good! Grundles good! Grundles goooood!]
Majesty: Shoot! I forgot that we gave it to the Grundles. We're stuck with dumb old Paradise Estate! What's a queen without a castle!
Magic Star: My liege, we could always take the castle by force. I shall lead the assault, by night, we shall scale the walls and come upon them unawares as they sleep. Then, we shall make them tell us-
Voice from the sky: Oh, shut up Magic Star! Leave thinking to other people! Majesty, Queen of the Ponies!
Magic Star: [Looking accusingly at the sky.] Who said that?
[The clouds in the sky part and Floom is seen peering down at them.]
Magic Star: Ack! It's the wrath of Floom! [Throws herself down on the ground behind Majesty, the other ponies quickly follow suit.]
Floom: Oh don't grovel! If it's one thing I can't stand it's people groveling!
Majesty: Sorry!
Floom: And don't apologize! Everytime I try to talk to someone it's sorry this or please help me to make Smooze to destroy my enemies...What are you doing now?
Majesty: I'm averting my eyes Oh Floom.
Floom: Well don't, it freaks me out. Now knock it off!
Majesty: Yes Floom.
Floom: Right, Majesty, Queen of the Ponies, the Grundles which you have so kindly given a home in your kingdom have now outgrown their welcome. Your people grumble against you as food and land grow scarce. Your quest is to find the Holy Grail. It is the only way to get the Smooze out of the Grundles' old kingdom.
Majesty: Good idea Oh Floom!
Floom: Of Course it is. Behold Majesty, this is the Holy Grail. [A pink My Little Pony sippy cup is shown glowing from the gap in the clouds.]
Majesty: Are you sure that's the holy grail? It looks like a plastic cup to me...
Floom: You dare to question me? The Floom above all Flooms? Just get out of my sight and find the cup or you will regret it! [The clouds boom shut and all the ponies are looking angrily at Majesty.]
Magic Star: You have brought the wrath of Floom upon us! Now we deffinately have to find that silly cup!
Paradise: Great going Majesty!
Shady: We're never going to find that cup!
Windwhistler: For once, I'd probably have to agree with you, Sir Shady. The probability that we find a plastic cup in the confines of an agrarian kingdom is slim to nil.
[All the ponies are staring at her.]
Windwhistler: What?
Majesty: Would you quit it! You're making my head hurt![Turns to the group] We've just got to start asking around and searching for clues.
[Scene: The group is riding over green, rollign hills. They come down one and cross a stream where an earth pony is trying to hit an elusive sea pony with a stick. They eventually stop before a castle. Patsy takes out a trumpet and blows on it. It makes a sound strangely like Fizzy's laugh.]
Majesty: Hello!
[They wait for an answer.]
Majesty: Hello?
[Northstar appears over the battlements.]
Northstar: Hullo! Who is it?
Majesty: It is Queen Majesty and these are my knights of the round table. Whose castle is this?
Northstar: This is the castle of my master.
Majesty: Who's your master?
Northstar: [looking confused] I don't know!
Majesty: What do you mean you don't know?!
Northstar: I don't know! Someone English I suppose...
Majesty: What? Oh, nevermind. Tell...whoever's in charge that we have been charged by Floom with a nearly impossible quest. We would greatly appreciate it if, whoever would give us food and shelter for the night and then, perhaps, join us on our quest for the Holy Grail.
Northstar: Uh, well, I'll ask around, but I don't think anyone would want to go. We've already got one. [Leans over and says to some British lobsterbacks.] I told her we've already got one. [They laugh strange English laughs.]
Majesty: What?!
Paradise: She said they've already got one.
Majesty: Well, uh, can we come up and have a look?
Northstar: No! You are pony types.
Majesty: [Looking extrememly confused] Well, what are you then?
Northstar: I'm English! Why do you think I have this stuffy accent you silly queen.
Pradise: What are you doing in Ponyland?
Northstar: Mind your own business!
Majesty: If you will not show us the grail, we will take your castle by force-
Northstar: You don't frighten us, cab horses! Go boil your hooves for glue silly sots! I blow my nose at you so called Queen Majesty and your silly goats. [Starts blowing raspberries and dancing about in a crazy way.]
Paradise: [Sniffing] What an uncouth person.
Majesty: [Controling her anger] This is outrage! You are a pony! Now, look here my good mare-
Northstar: I don't wish to talk to you any more you empty-headed cud munchers! I scoff at you. Your mother was a hippo and your father smelt of alfalfa!
Paradise: Is there anyone civilized up there we can talk to?
Northstar: No. Now, go away or I will mock you again!
Majesty: Now this is your last chance. I've been more than reasonable-
Northstar: [Turning to the soldiers] Pitch the pie.
Soldiers: What?
Northstar: Pitch the pie!
[A huge beef shepherd's pie is wheeled out and placed on a catapult.]
Majesty: If you do not agree to our commands then-[They notice the steaming beef flying at them.] Floomis Christ!
[Chaos ensues and one of the patsys is hit by the now empty pan.]
Majesty: Right! Charge!
Knights: Charge! Charge!
[The ponies charge the castle and begin attacking the walls with their swords. The British officers are throwing various Anglo-Saxon foodstuffs at them while shouting silly British taunts.]
Knights: Run away! Run away!
[Magic Star is still dueling with the walls and she has to be called away by Majesty.]
Magic Star: Fiends! I'll tear them apart!
Majesty: No! No, no, no.
Windwhistler: Majesty. I have a plan.
[Northstar stands at the battlements. Strange sounds of construction seem to be coming from the woods and she strains to hear them and find where they're coming from. Finally it stops and the patsy's are seen pushing a huge, wooden unicorn to the gates of the castle. They sneak away and the British open the door and argue about whether to bring it in or not. Finally they do and Majesty and Shady come out from behind a hill.]
Majesty: What's supposed to happen now?
Shady: Well, Windwhistler told me they are supposed to hide in there until nightfall and jump out taking the British by surprise. As smart as Windwhistler is, it'll never work. It's doomed to failure because I helped build it.
Majesty: What part did you do?
Shady: The door.
[Later, inside the unicorn.]
Windwhistler: Okay, now we can begin the assault!
Magic Star and Paradise: Speak English!
Windwhistler: [Rolling her eyes] I'm surrounded by idiots! We can attack now. Sir Paradise, open the door.
Paradise: Do I have to? I might chip my hoof..
Magic Star: Fear not! I will do it!
[She turns the latch and attempts to shoulder the trap door open. It doesn't budge.]
Windwhistler: I don't get it [Also pushing at door] Why won't it open?
[Meanwhile, the British are listening to the ponies' conversation and are wheeling it onto the catapult. It is thrown over the wall and lands on another patsy and freeing the trapped ponies while Majesty and Shady look on in astonishment.]
Windwhistler: Look, if we build this large wooden heart and Shady doesn't work on it...
[Majesty hits her and belatedly they all run away screaming.]
Knights: Run away! Run away!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ So, what'd you think? Please r/r with any upcoming character suggestions you may have.
~Jinjur
The Trial and British Rabbit
[Scene: A village square. A line of squirrels wearing monk garb walk around the thatch huts chanting something unintelligible.]
Monks: Cheechee squeesquee squeakeay[Hit themselves with boards.]
[A mob of baby ponies run by carrying various toys and pushing a strangely dressed one in front of them.]
Mob: Witch! Witch! Wiiiitch!!!
[It stops in front of a platform where Windwhistler is busy trying to make a flying squirrel carry a coconut]
Baby Lofty: We've found a witch, may we burn er?
Windwhistler: How did you discern that she is a witch?
Baby Lofty: What?
Windwhistler: How do you know she is a witch?
Baby Ribbon: She look's like one!
Windwhistler: Present the accused!
[The mob of baby ponies looks vacantly at her.]
Windwhistler: [Getting impatient] Bring her forward!
Moon Dancer: I'm not a witch! I'm not a witch!
Windwhistler: But you wear the attire of one.
Mob: Speak English!
Moon Dancer: They dressed me up like this-
Mob: No we didn't!
Moon Dancer: -and these aren't my wings, they're false ones.
Windwhistler: [Looks scornfully at the crowd.] Well?
Baby Lofty: Well, we did do the wings...
Windwhistler: The wings?
Baby Lofty: ...and the hat, but she is a witch!
Mob: A witch! A witch! Burn er!
Windwhistler: Did you put this raiment on her?
Baby Lofty: We are baby ponies, don't talk like that!
Windwhistler: Did you dress her up?
Baby Lofty: No!
Mob: No, no, no.
Baby Lofty: Yes, a bit, a bit. She has got a horn!
[Baby ribbon points this out]
Windwhistler: Well, so have you! And what makes you think she is a witch?
Baby Sweet Stuff: Why, she turned me into a skunk!
Windwhistler: A skunk!
Baby Sweet Stuff: I got better...
Baby Ribbon: Burn er anyway!
Mob: Burn er, burn er!
[Majesty and Patsy approach and come to a halt nearby to watch the trial.]
Windwhistler: [Thinking: I've gotta do something about this crowd! Oh well, I guess I'll have to sacrifice Moon Dancer. I never did like her anyway.] Quiet! Quiet! There are ways of telling whether she is a witch.
Baby Lofty: Are there? Well, tell us, tell us!
Windwhistler: Tell me, what do you do with witches?
Mob: Burn em! Burn em!
Windwhistler: And what else do you burn?
Baby Lofty: More witches!
[Baby Sweet Stuff smacks her.]
Baby Ribbon: Wood.
Windwhistler: Good. Why do witches burn?
[A long pause ensues in which Baby Lofty sucks meditatively on her rattle.]
Baby Sweet Stuff: Because they're made of, wood?
Windwhistler: Good! So, how do we tell if she is made of wood?
Baby Lofty: Build a seesaw out of er!
Windwhistler: Ah! But can you not also make seesaws out of plastic?
Baby Lofty: Oh yeah...
Windwhistler: Does wood sink in water?
Baby Lofty: No.
Baby Ribbon: No, it floats. It floats!
Baby Lofty: Throw er into the pond!
[Baby Lofty starts tugging at Moon Dancer and Windwhistler pulls back, eventually winning.]
Windwhistler: [Regaining control.] What also floats in water?
Baby Lofty: Rain.
Baby Ribbon: Apples.
Baby Sweet Stuff: Very small rocks.
[Windwhistler is shaking her head.]
Baby Lofty: Cider.
Baby Ribbon: Great gravy!
Baby Sweet Stuff: Churches, churches.
Baby Lofty: Lead!
Majesty: A sea pony!
Windwhistler: Exactly! So, logically...
Baby Lofty: If she...weighs...the same...as a sea pony...she's made of wood...
Windwhistler: And therefore...
Baby Ribbon: A witch!
Mob: A witch! A witch!
Windwhistler: I guess we'll use my larger scales.
[She leaps off the platform and climbs a hill nearby. On the top are two scales. In one, a sea pony named Wave Runner already sits. Moon Dancer is sat in the other one.]
Windwhistler: Right, remove the supports!
[The scales are free and they somehow even out that Moon Dancer weighs less than Wave Runner.]
Moon Dancer: Hah! I told you I wasn't a witch! I'm taking you all to people's court for falsely accusing me!
[The crowd goes off arguing as Majesty approaches Windwhistler.]
Windwhistler: Thanks for helping me get rid of that annoying crowd. How did you know that unicorns weigh less than sea ponies?
Majesty: You have to know this kind of stuff when you are Queen of the Ponies.
Windwhistler: My liege![Bows]
Majesty: Good knight, will you come with me to Dream Castle and join us at the Round Table? I am in need of able knights and your intelligence and trickery may come in handy.
Windwhistler: I would be honored, but I must caution you, I'm usually not quite so underhanded.
Majesty: Do you always talk like that? What is your name?
Windwhistler: [Nods.] Windwhistler my liege.
Majesty: Then I dub you Sir Windwhistler, Knight of the Round Table.
Narrator: [Sounding suspiciously like Spike, The Book of the Film is shown.] The wise Sir Windwhistler was the first to join Queen Majesty's knights. But other illustrious names were soon to follow: Sir Magic Star, the Adventurous; Sir Paradise, the Vain; and Sir Shady, the Not-quite-so-adventurous-as-Sir Magic Star,
who had nearly rescued Baby Lickety Split, who had nearly stood up to Gusty, and who had personally blamed herself for the Smooze; and the aptly named Sir Not-appearing-in-this-film. [a picture of Sundance looking really ticked.]
Together they formed a herd whose names and deeds were to be retold throughout the centuries, the knights of the round table.
[Scene: A road, each pony is trailed by similarly colored bushwoolie carrying a large pack and hitting coconuts together.]
Windwhistler: And that, my liege, is how the exact circumfrence of the Earth was hypothesized.
Majesty: Are you sure that the Earth is round? I was so certain that it was heart-shaped. Oh well, this new learning amazes me, Sir Windwhistler. Now tell me again how flowers may be used to keep bad people out of Ponyland?
Windwhistler: Certainly my liege!
Magic Star: Look my liege!
Majesty: Dream Castle!
Paradise: Dream Castle!
Magic Star: Dream Castle!
Patsy: [Turning to another Bushwoolie.]It's only a plastic child's playset!
Majesty: Shh! Knights, I bid you welcome to your new home. Let us ride to Dream Castle!
[At this point, Grundles are seen doing a conga line around the castle singing their annoying song: Grundles good! Grundles good! Grundles goooood!]
Majesty: Shoot! I forgot that we gave it to the Grundles. We're stuck with dumb old Paradise Estate! What's a queen without a castle!
Magic Star: My liege, we could always take the castle by force. I shall lead the assault, by night, we shall scale the walls and come upon them unawares as they sleep. Then, we shall make them tell us-
Voice from the sky: Oh, shut up Magic Star! Leave thinking to other people! Majesty, Queen of the Ponies!
Magic Star: [Looking accusingly at the sky.] Who said that?
[The clouds in the sky part and Floom is seen peering down at them.]
Magic Star: Ack! It's the wrath of Floom! [Throws herself down on the ground behind Majesty, the other ponies quickly follow suit.]
Floom: Oh don't grovel! If it's one thing I can't stand it's people groveling!
Majesty: Sorry!
Floom: And don't apologize! Everytime I try to talk to someone it's sorry this or please help me to make Smooze to destroy my enemies...What are you doing now?
Majesty: I'm averting my eyes Oh Floom.
Floom: Well don't, it freaks me out. Now knock it off!
Majesty: Yes Floom.
Floom: Right, Majesty, Queen of the Ponies, the Grundles which you have so kindly given a home in your kingdom have now outgrown their welcome. Your people grumble against you as food and land grow scarce. Your quest is to find the Holy Grail. It is the only way to get the Smooze out of the Grundles' old kingdom.
Majesty: Good idea Oh Floom!
Floom: Of Course it is. Behold Majesty, this is the Holy Grail. [A pink My Little Pony sippy cup is shown glowing from the gap in the clouds.]
Majesty: Are you sure that's the holy grail? It looks like a plastic cup to me...
Floom: You dare to question me? The Floom above all Flooms? Just get out of my sight and find the cup or you will regret it! [The clouds boom shut and all the ponies are looking angrily at Majesty.]
Magic Star: You have brought the wrath of Floom upon us! Now we deffinately have to find that silly cup!
Paradise: Great going Majesty!
Shady: We're never going to find that cup!
Windwhistler: For once, I'd probably have to agree with you, Sir Shady. The probability that we find a plastic cup in the confines of an agrarian kingdom is slim to nil.
[All the ponies are staring at her.]
Windwhistler: What?
Majesty: Would you quit it! You're making my head hurt![Turns to the group] We've just got to start asking around and searching for clues.
[Scene: The group is riding over green, rollign hills. They come down one and cross a stream where an earth pony is trying to hit an elusive sea pony with a stick. They eventually stop before a castle. Patsy takes out a trumpet and blows on it. It makes a sound strangely like Fizzy's laugh.]
Majesty: Hello!
[They wait for an answer.]
Majesty: Hello?
[Northstar appears over the battlements.]
Northstar: Hullo! Who is it?
Majesty: It is Queen Majesty and these are my knights of the round table. Whose castle is this?
Northstar: This is the castle of my master.
Majesty: Who's your master?
Northstar: [looking confused] I don't know!
Majesty: What do you mean you don't know?!
Northstar: I don't know! Someone English I suppose...
Majesty: What? Oh, nevermind. Tell...whoever's in charge that we have been charged by Floom with a nearly impossible quest. We would greatly appreciate it if, whoever would give us food and shelter for the night and then, perhaps, join us on our quest for the Holy Grail.
Northstar: Uh, well, I'll ask around, but I don't think anyone would want to go. We've already got one. [Leans over and says to some British lobsterbacks.] I told her we've already got one. [They laugh strange English laughs.]
Majesty: What?!
Paradise: She said they've already got one.
Majesty: Well, uh, can we come up and have a look?
Northstar: No! You are pony types.
Majesty: [Looking extrememly confused] Well, what are you then?
Northstar: I'm English! Why do you think I have this stuffy accent you silly queen.
Pradise: What are you doing in Ponyland?
Northstar: Mind your own business!
Majesty: If you will not show us the grail, we will take your castle by force-
Northstar: You don't frighten us, cab horses! Go boil your hooves for glue silly sots! I blow my nose at you so called Queen Majesty and your silly goats. [Starts blowing raspberries and dancing about in a crazy way.]
Paradise: [Sniffing] What an uncouth person.
Majesty: [Controling her anger] This is outrage! You are a pony! Now, look here my good mare-
Northstar: I don't wish to talk to you any more you empty-headed cud munchers! I scoff at you. Your mother was a hippo and your father smelt of alfalfa!
Paradise: Is there anyone civilized up there we can talk to?
Northstar: No. Now, go away or I will mock you again!
Majesty: Now this is your last chance. I've been more than reasonable-
Northstar: [Turning to the soldiers] Pitch the pie.
Soldiers: What?
Northstar: Pitch the pie!
[A huge beef shepherd's pie is wheeled out and placed on a catapult.]
Majesty: If you do not agree to our commands then-[They notice the steaming beef flying at them.] Floomis Christ!
[Chaos ensues and one of the patsys is hit by the now empty pan.]
Majesty: Right! Charge!
Knights: Charge! Charge!
[The ponies charge the castle and begin attacking the walls with their swords. The British officers are throwing various Anglo-Saxon foodstuffs at them while shouting silly British taunts.]
Knights: Run away! Run away!
[Magic Star is still dueling with the walls and she has to be called away by Majesty.]
Magic Star: Fiends! I'll tear them apart!
Majesty: No! No, no, no.
Windwhistler: Majesty. I have a plan.
[Northstar stands at the battlements. Strange sounds of construction seem to be coming from the woods and she strains to hear them and find where they're coming from. Finally it stops and the patsy's are seen pushing a huge, wooden unicorn to the gates of the castle. They sneak away and the British open the door and argue about whether to bring it in or not. Finally they do and Majesty and Shady come out from behind a hill.]
Majesty: What's supposed to happen now?
Shady: Well, Windwhistler told me they are supposed to hide in there until nightfall and jump out taking the British by surprise. As smart as Windwhistler is, it'll never work. It's doomed to failure because I helped build it.
Majesty: What part did you do?
Shady: The door.
[Later, inside the unicorn.]
Windwhistler: Okay, now we can begin the assault!
Magic Star and Paradise: Speak English!
Windwhistler: [Rolling her eyes] I'm surrounded by idiots! We can attack now. Sir Paradise, open the door.
Paradise: Do I have to? I might chip my hoof..
Magic Star: Fear not! I will do it!
[She turns the latch and attempts to shoulder the trap door open. It doesn't budge.]
Windwhistler: I don't get it [Also pushing at door] Why won't it open?
[Meanwhile, the British are listening to the ponies' conversation and are wheeling it onto the catapult. It is thrown over the wall and lands on another patsy and freeing the trapped ponies while Majesty and Shady look on in astonishment.]
Windwhistler: Look, if we build this large wooden heart and Shady doesn't work on it...
[Majesty hits her and belatedly they all run away screaming.]
Knights: Run away! Run away!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ So, what'd you think? Please r/r with any upcoming character suggestions you may have.
~Jinjur