Disclaimer: I do NOT own G Gundam or Monty Python. G Gundam is owned by Bandai, and Monty Python is owned by four living and one dead complete screwballs.

A/N. Holy Crap! I guess people really like this thing! Guess I'll have to continue the insanity, then.

      Sora: Yup, the Black Knight is the best. Other than the French, but since they're in this chapter, I won't say anymore.

      Joe Mello: Ah, well, I had to think of something. She was the best I could come up with. Forgot about Nastashia, though. Hmmm…

      Black Joker Ladys: I have a feeling you hate Allenby a lot.

      Raven Zero: Don't worry, more is on the way, once I finish writing these things.

      Crystal of psyche: Yeah, he's my favorite part. Except for Tim. And the Knights of Ni. And, well, the whole damn thing.

      Ari: Why thank you very much!

      Casey & Liza: Um… well, George will be in this chapter, if Casey's conscious enough to read it… And Liza, perhaps you should think twice about hitting people over the head with George plushies, cause you never know what might happen.

And Now

G Gundam and The man called Kyoji!

PART FOUR

And so, King Domon began to found the Knights if the Shining table. It included (looks through the world renowned "Book of the Film") Sir Chibodee Crockett, the Brave (Queen of Spades), Sir George de Sand, the Chaste (Jack of Diamonds), and Sir Sai Saici, the not quite as so brave as Sir Chibodee, who had nearly fought the Rats of Angor, who had nearly defeated the Mummy's of Brazil, and who had personally wet himself at the Battle of Baden Hill (Ace of Clubs). Together they formed… The Shuffle Alliance!

(Cut to the Knights semi-galloping along)

Argo: And that, my liege, is how we know the earth to be Banana-shaped.

Domon: This new learning amazes me, Sir Argo. Tell me again how sheep's bladders can be used to prevent earthquakes.

Chibodee: Look, My liege!

(Crappy trumpet music in the background as he points to a castle)

Domon: Camelot!

George: Camelot!

Sai: Camelot!

Rain: It's only a model.

Domon: Shush!

Rain: Well, there's a spirit breaker.

Domon: Knights, I bid you welcome to your new home. Let us ride… to Camelot!

(Funny music starts)

Various Knights: We're Knights of the Shining Table.
We dance whene'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.

(dancing)

We're Knights of the Shining 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.

(in dungeon)

PRISONER: (clap clap clap clap)

(back in hall)

KNIGHTS: (tap-dancing)

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.

MAN: I have to push the pram a lot.

Domon: On second thought, let's not go to Camelot. It is a silly place.

Knights: Right.

(Moves to scene where they are still galloping around)

God (Major Ulube): Domon… Domon…

Domon: My liege! (all bend down)

God: Oh, don't grovel! If there's one thing I hate, it's people groveling!

Domon: Sorry…

God: And don't apologize! Every single day, it's "sorry this" and "forgive me that" and "I'm not worthy"… What are you doing now, you bugger?!

Domon: I'm averting my eyes, oh Lord.

God: It's just like those miserable psalms, they're so depressing… NOW KNOCK IT OFF!

Domon: Yes, Lord!

God: Domon… King of Hearts… I have a task for you and your Knights of the Shining Table.

Domon: Good idea, oh Lord!

God: 'Course it's a good idea! Domon… look well… it is your task to find this man… (shows Domon picture of Kyoji) That is your task Domon… to find the guy named Kyoji…

(heavenly monotone music plays, as clouds close)

Chibodee: A blessing! A blessing form the lord!

(Interesting animated sequence)

Domon: Halt! Hallo! (Pause) Hallo!

French Guard (George with a taped-on moustache): Allo! Who is eet?

Domon: It is King Arthur, and these are my Knights of the Round Table. Whose castle is this?

French Guard: This is the castle of my master, Guy de Loimbard.

Domon: Go and tell your master that we have been charged by God with a sacred quest. If he will give us food and shelter for the night, he can join us in our quest for the man named  Kyoji.

French Guard: Well, I'll go ask him, but I don't think he'll be very keen. Uh, he already knows one, you see.

Domon: What?

George: He says they already know one!

Domon: Wait? Where did you come from? Aren't you supposed to be… never mind. Are you sure he's got one?

French Guard: Oh, yes. He's very nice-a. (I told him we already got one.)

Domon: Well, um, can we come up and have a look?

French Guard: Of course not! You are Japanese and Russian and American and Chinese and other French types-a!

Domon: Well, what are you, then?

F G: I'm French! Why do think I have this outrageous accent, you silly king-a?!

George: What are you doing in England?

F G: Mind your own business!

Domon: If you will not show us the man named Kyoji, we shall take your castle by force!

F G: You don't frighten us, multi-national pig-dogs! Go and boil your bottom, sons of a silly person. I blow my nose at you, so-called Domon King, you and all your silly UN k-nnnnniggets. Thpppppt!

George: What a strange person. Very strange indeed.

Chibodee: Reminds me of some certain people right here… (looks away whistling, as George glares at him)

Domon: Now look here, my good man--

F G: I don't wanna talk to you no more, you empty headed animal food trough whoper! I fart in your general direction! Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries!

George: Is there someone else up there we could talk to?

F G: No. Now, go away, or I shall taunt you a second time-a!

Domon: Now, this is your last chance. I've been more than reasonable, and all I want is...

F G: (Fetchez la vache.)

Other French Guard: Wha?

F G: (Fetchez la vache!)

Domon: If you do not agree to my commands, then I shall--

(twong)

(mooooooo)

Jesus Christ!

Domon: Bloody hell. Right, charge!

(Mass mayhem insues, with the knights vainly try to hurt the castle with their swords and the French throwing various animals at them)

F G: Hey, this one is for your mother! There you go. And this one's for your dad!

Domon: Run away!

F G: Thppppt!

Chibodee: Stupid buggers! I'll tear them apart!

Domon: No, no.

Argo: Sir! I have a plan, sir.

Later...

(various power tools are heard, along with someone stepping on a cat, and a giant wodden rabbit is pushed up to the French Castle)

French Guards: (whispering)

C'est un lapin, lapin de bois. Quoi? Un cadeau. What? A present. Oh, un cadeau. Oui, oui. Allons-y. What? Let's go. Oh. On y va. Bon magne. Over here...

(French take the rabbit into castle and close door

Domon: What happens now, Argo?

Argo: Well, now, uh, Chibodee, George, and I, uh, wait until nightfall, and then leap out of the rabbit, taking the French by surprise. Not only by surprise, but totally unarmed! Good plan, isn't it?

Domon: Wait, wait. Who leaps out?

Argo: Uh, Chibodee, George, and I, uh, leap out of the rabbit, uh, and uh...

Domon: Ohh. Damn.

Argo: Oh. what if we built this large wooden badger--

Domon: Oh, shut up!

(twongg)

Domon: Run away!

Knights: Run away! Run away! (repeats)

(CRASH)

F G: Oh, haw haw haw haw!

END FOURTH INSTALLMENT