In his fortress, Magneto sat with his feet propped up on the table in his
command chamber, which had been converted to an entertainment theatre, as
he watched Scott navigate his way through the Python Dimension. So far,
Scott had managed to find two other knights to accompany him to Camelot:
Sir Lancelot, the Brave, who looked a lot like Logan, and Sir Robin, the
Not Quite as Brave as Sir Lancelot. Robin bore a striking resemblance to
Evan.
As Magneto sat chuckling at Scott's growing consternation as he dealt with all the situations he found himself in, Mystique walked into the theatre and sat down next to him.
"What are you watching?" she asked.
"It's my most fiendish plan yet!" Magneto boasted. "I've trapped all the X- Men in a parallel universe, and their powers are useless! They'll never return!" he laughed.
"That's what you've said before," Mystique said. "And they've always managed to find their way out of your traps. Remember the time you tried to b
"This is different," Magneto insisted. "Besides Cyclops, none of them know who they are. They all think they're knights and that Cyclops is King Arthur. Trust me, they're never coming back,"
"We'll see," said Mystique, and took a closer look at the screen. She watched for a few minutes, then turned to Magneto.
"This looks familiar," she said. "Like something I saw in a movie once,"
"Well, it's not called the 'Python Dimension' for nothing," Magneto said with a wink.
Mystique grinned as she got the joke, and then burst out laughing. "You're right, this is different!" With that, she leaned back to watch the madness unfold.
X
By now, Scott and his fellow knights were only a swallow's flight away from Camelot. They were passing through a village, and on their way they were hearing strange stories about a heroic savior.
"Perhaps we should try and find this savior, my liege," suggested Bedevire. "If he's a knight, he'd make a great addition to your court,"
"Where do you suggest we look?" Scott asked her. "He could be anywhere,"
"Perhaps we should check the local tavern, milord," Robin suggested. "That's where I'd be if I were a heroic savior, er, I mean, since I'm a heroic savior myself,"
"Right," Scott said, still not getting over Evan's cheesy British accent and mustache. The knights headed for the tavern, their squires following behind and banging their coconuts.
A few minutes later, they came to the tavern. There was a lot of noise coming from inside, and Lancelot guessed that their heroic savior was probably entertaining the townspeople.
"This looks like the place," said Scott, and reached for the door.
As he started to open the door, the sky went dark as a large shadow blotted out the sun.
"Strange," said Bedevire. "I didn't think there were going to be any eclipses this month,"
"It's not an eclipse!" said Scott, looking up. "Run away!"
The knights scattered as a gigantic foot came crashing down on the tavern, obliterating it with a loud farting noise. Debris went flying everywhere and covered the knights. A moment later, the foot vanished as mysteriously as it had appeared.
X
In his theatre, Magneto was clutching his sides in laughter. "I'm SO glad I bought that dimensional transporter instead of paying for Pietro to take driving lessons last month! This is much more hilarious!"
Mystique was just as beside herself. "I hope you're recording this," she laughed, as the show went on.
X
Scott pulled himself out of the rubble. "Is everybody alright?" he asked.
The other knights slowly extricated themselves from the remains of the tavern and sat up. Robin's helmet had gotten twisted around completely backwards.
"That's the last time I listen to you, bub!" said Lancelot. "Why don't you go and nearly defeat the Chicken of Agnor again,"
"Ahh! Don't mention that horrid beast!" said Robin, straightening his helmet. "That thing almost pecked my eyes out! I barely escaped with my life from that one!"
"Look, maybe we should go and look in the church instead," Scott suggested. "If our heroic savior's a knight, he'll probably be praying or something,"
The knights collected themselves and headed off for the church, hoping that no more massive feet would try and crush them along the way.
X
Scott opened the door of the church and walked inside, the other knights following behind. In the dim light, Scott could make out a solitary figure with long hair sitting in front of the altar. He also noticed something twitching on the ground behind the person's feet.
"Wait here," Scott told the other knights as he realized who he was looking at.
He walked up behind the man at the altar. "Kurt?" he asked.
Kurt gasped and turned around as he heard Scott's voice. "Scott? Is that you?" he asked, then jumped up and grabbed Scott in a tight elf-hug.
"Ack! Kurt! My ribs!" Scott shouted, and Kurt eased up.
"Scott, what is going on here?" Kurt asked him. "I haven't seen anybody else until you showed up just now, my powers aren't working, I'm dressed up like some kind of knight and everybody is calling me Sir Galahad the Chaste! I don't even know what 'chaste' means!" he said.
"Um, I'll tell you later," Scott said. "Look, I don't really know what's going on. From what I can tell, Magneto's vortex sent us to some kind of parallel dimension. I'm supposed to be King Arthur, and I think the rest of the X- Men are the knights of the Round Table,"
"Have you found anybody else yet? Please tell me it's not just us stuck here!" Kurt begged him.
"No, it's not just us," said Scott. "So far I've found Bobby, Jean, Logan, and Evan. But there's a problem,"
"We're stuck in another dimension, and you're telling me there's a 'problem'?" Kurt asked him sarcastically.
"None of them know who they are," Scott explained. "They think they're really the knights of the Round Table,"
"Oh, that's just great," said Kurt. "You and I are the only sane ones here. We're doomed!"
"Come on, get a grip," Scott insisted. "There's got to be some way to get out of this dimension,"
"I just hope we find it soon," said Kurt. "This dimension is giving me the creeps! It's like something out of a bad movie or something,"
Scott led Kurt back to the other knights. After the introductions, the knights set back off for Camelot.
X
As the sun began to set on the horizon, the knights approached Camelot. Bedevire had been sharing some more medieval logic with Scott, who found himself fascinated with what he was hearing.
"This new learning amazes me, Bedevire. Explain again how sheep's bladders may be used to prevent earthquakes," he said.
"Certainly, sir," Bedevire began, but Lancelot interrupted.
"Look, my liege!" he cried out. "Camelot!"
Sure enough, the knights could see a large castle on the nearby hilltop. The sun was setting behind it, making the castle stand out in the glare. As Scott squinted against the sun, he thought he saw that the castle looked a bit like the Institute.
"Camelot!" he said.
"Camelot!" the other knights echoed.
"It's only a model," said Patsy.
"Shh!" said Scott, not wanting to give away his small castle-building budget. "Knights, I bid you welcome to your new home! Let us ride to, Camelot!"
Meanwhile, inside the castle, the inhabitants and other knights were having a grand feast. As Scott and the others drew close to the drawbridge, they could hear the sounds of singing inside. They went like this:
"We're Knights of the Round Table! We dance when e'er we're able. We do routines and chorus scenes With footwork impeccable. We dine well here in Camelot. We eat ham and jam and spam a lot!"
"What's going on in there?" Scott asked, trying to make sense of the song. Inside, the song continued, as the knights began to dance around the great hall.
"We're knights of the Round Table. Our shows are formidable, But many times we're given rhymes That are quite unsingable. We're opera mad in Camelot. We sing from the diaphragm a lot,"
The sounds of the party were carrying throughout the castle, all the way down to the dungeon, where the prisoners were clapping along in time. Back upstairs, several knights jumped up on the banquet table and began tap- dancing while others banged on pots and pans, creating a metallic percussion rhythm.
"In war we're tough and able, Quite indefatigable. Between our quests we sequin vests and impersonate Clark Gable. It's a busy life in Camelot,"
The music came to an abrupt stop as one knight took a knee and raised his hand in an operatic stance.
"I have to push the pram a lot!" he intoned in a deep tenor voice.
The knights cheered and resumed their song and dance.
X
Outside, Scott's knights were exchanging curious glances with each other. After a moment's thought, Scott made up his mind.
"No, on second thought, let us not go to Camelot after all. It is a silly place," he said.
"Right, right" agreed the other knights, and they turned around and skipped away from the castle.
X
Next time: Scott and the others see a sign from above and have a run-in with a familiar adversary. Take one guess who winds up as the French guard (evil grin)
As Magneto sat chuckling at Scott's growing consternation as he dealt with all the situations he found himself in, Mystique walked into the theatre and sat down next to him.
"What are you watching?" she asked.
"It's my most fiendish plan yet!" Magneto boasted. "I've trapped all the X- Men in a parallel universe, and their powers are useless! They'll never return!" he laughed.
"That's what you've said before," Mystique said. "And they've always managed to find their way out of your traps. Remember the time you tried to b
"This is different," Magneto insisted. "Besides Cyclops, none of them know who they are. They all think they're knights and that Cyclops is King Arthur. Trust me, they're never coming back,"
"We'll see," said Mystique, and took a closer look at the screen. She watched for a few minutes, then turned to Magneto.
"This looks familiar," she said. "Like something I saw in a movie once,"
"Well, it's not called the 'Python Dimension' for nothing," Magneto said with a wink.
Mystique grinned as she got the joke, and then burst out laughing. "You're right, this is different!" With that, she leaned back to watch the madness unfold.
X
By now, Scott and his fellow knights were only a swallow's flight away from Camelot. They were passing through a village, and on their way they were hearing strange stories about a heroic savior.
"Perhaps we should try and find this savior, my liege," suggested Bedevire. "If he's a knight, he'd make a great addition to your court,"
"Where do you suggest we look?" Scott asked her. "He could be anywhere,"
"Perhaps we should check the local tavern, milord," Robin suggested. "That's where I'd be if I were a heroic savior, er, I mean, since I'm a heroic savior myself,"
"Right," Scott said, still not getting over Evan's cheesy British accent and mustache. The knights headed for the tavern, their squires following behind and banging their coconuts.
A few minutes later, they came to the tavern. There was a lot of noise coming from inside, and Lancelot guessed that their heroic savior was probably entertaining the townspeople.
"This looks like the place," said Scott, and reached for the door.
As he started to open the door, the sky went dark as a large shadow blotted out the sun.
"Strange," said Bedevire. "I didn't think there were going to be any eclipses this month,"
"It's not an eclipse!" said Scott, looking up. "Run away!"
The knights scattered as a gigantic foot came crashing down on the tavern, obliterating it with a loud farting noise. Debris went flying everywhere and covered the knights. A moment later, the foot vanished as mysteriously as it had appeared.
X
In his theatre, Magneto was clutching his sides in laughter. "I'm SO glad I bought that dimensional transporter instead of paying for Pietro to take driving lessons last month! This is much more hilarious!"
Mystique was just as beside herself. "I hope you're recording this," she laughed, as the show went on.
X
Scott pulled himself out of the rubble. "Is everybody alright?" he asked.
The other knights slowly extricated themselves from the remains of the tavern and sat up. Robin's helmet had gotten twisted around completely backwards.
"That's the last time I listen to you, bub!" said Lancelot. "Why don't you go and nearly defeat the Chicken of Agnor again,"
"Ahh! Don't mention that horrid beast!" said Robin, straightening his helmet. "That thing almost pecked my eyes out! I barely escaped with my life from that one!"
"Look, maybe we should go and look in the church instead," Scott suggested. "If our heroic savior's a knight, he'll probably be praying or something,"
The knights collected themselves and headed off for the church, hoping that no more massive feet would try and crush them along the way.
X
Scott opened the door of the church and walked inside, the other knights following behind. In the dim light, Scott could make out a solitary figure with long hair sitting in front of the altar. He also noticed something twitching on the ground behind the person's feet.
"Wait here," Scott told the other knights as he realized who he was looking at.
He walked up behind the man at the altar. "Kurt?" he asked.
Kurt gasped and turned around as he heard Scott's voice. "Scott? Is that you?" he asked, then jumped up and grabbed Scott in a tight elf-hug.
"Ack! Kurt! My ribs!" Scott shouted, and Kurt eased up.
"Scott, what is going on here?" Kurt asked him. "I haven't seen anybody else until you showed up just now, my powers aren't working, I'm dressed up like some kind of knight and everybody is calling me Sir Galahad the Chaste! I don't even know what 'chaste' means!" he said.
"Um, I'll tell you later," Scott said. "Look, I don't really know what's going on. From what I can tell, Magneto's vortex sent us to some kind of parallel dimension. I'm supposed to be King Arthur, and I think the rest of the X- Men are the knights of the Round Table,"
"Have you found anybody else yet? Please tell me it's not just us stuck here!" Kurt begged him.
"No, it's not just us," said Scott. "So far I've found Bobby, Jean, Logan, and Evan. But there's a problem,"
"We're stuck in another dimension, and you're telling me there's a 'problem'?" Kurt asked him sarcastically.
"None of them know who they are," Scott explained. "They think they're really the knights of the Round Table,"
"Oh, that's just great," said Kurt. "You and I are the only sane ones here. We're doomed!"
"Come on, get a grip," Scott insisted. "There's got to be some way to get out of this dimension,"
"I just hope we find it soon," said Kurt. "This dimension is giving me the creeps! It's like something out of a bad movie or something,"
Scott led Kurt back to the other knights. After the introductions, the knights set back off for Camelot.
X
As the sun began to set on the horizon, the knights approached Camelot. Bedevire had been sharing some more medieval logic with Scott, who found himself fascinated with what he was hearing.
"This new learning amazes me, Bedevire. Explain again how sheep's bladders may be used to prevent earthquakes," he said.
"Certainly, sir," Bedevire began, but Lancelot interrupted.
"Look, my liege!" he cried out. "Camelot!"
Sure enough, the knights could see a large castle on the nearby hilltop. The sun was setting behind it, making the castle stand out in the glare. As Scott squinted against the sun, he thought he saw that the castle looked a bit like the Institute.
"Camelot!" he said.
"Camelot!" the other knights echoed.
"It's only a model," said Patsy.
"Shh!" said Scott, not wanting to give away his small castle-building budget. "Knights, I bid you welcome to your new home! Let us ride to, Camelot!"
Meanwhile, inside the castle, the inhabitants and other knights were having a grand feast. As Scott and the others drew close to the drawbridge, they could hear the sounds of singing inside. They went like this:
"We're Knights of the Round Table! We dance when e'er we're able. We do routines and chorus scenes With footwork impeccable. We dine well here in Camelot. We eat ham and jam and spam a lot!"
"What's going on in there?" Scott asked, trying to make sense of the song. Inside, the song continued, as the knights began to dance around the great hall.
"We're knights of the Round Table. Our shows are formidable, But many times we're given rhymes That are quite unsingable. We're opera mad in Camelot. We sing from the diaphragm a lot,"
The sounds of the party were carrying throughout the castle, all the way down to the dungeon, where the prisoners were clapping along in time. Back upstairs, several knights jumped up on the banquet table and began tap- dancing while others banged on pots and pans, creating a metallic percussion rhythm.
"In war we're tough and able, Quite indefatigable. Between our quests we sequin vests and impersonate Clark Gable. It's a busy life in Camelot,"
The music came to an abrupt stop as one knight took a knee and raised his hand in an operatic stance.
"I have to push the pram a lot!" he intoned in a deep tenor voice.
The knights cheered and resumed their song and dance.
X
Outside, Scott's knights were exchanging curious glances with each other. After a moment's thought, Scott made up his mind.
"No, on second thought, let us not go to Camelot after all. It is a silly place," he said.
"Right, right" agreed the other knights, and they turned around and skipped away from the castle.
X
Next time: Scott and the others see a sign from above and have a run-in with a familiar adversary. Take one guess who winds up as the French guard (evil grin)