Chapter 3- If I only had a Parrot
A/N: As I have said in previous Chapters, I do not own Monty Python yada yada yada. I think by now we should know that I do not own anything except a pair of tap shoes, A CD of Spamalot and other various musicals, and several Monty Python Paraphernalia. Anyway. Please review and no flames.
Graham and Patsy trotted down the Yellow Brick Road. They came upon a field outside of Gilliam Country. The sign said Cleese Country. Graham groaned.
"Oh no…"
A man silly-walked past him. Graham turned to Patsy.
"Have you ever gone any farther than Gilliam Country?"
"No sire… I was waiting for someone to follow around while banging these coconuts together." He replied.
"Well, you better stay back because most of these characters are cold, heartless, bleeps."
"Alright then." Patsy replied.
Graham looked around. Suddenly, he saw a familiar character.
"We can go over to this one. I wrote the sketch he was in so I know how to deal with him."
Graham and Patsy trotted over to a man who was holding a cage in which there was a dead parrot. The man looked over to them.
"I went to Palin Country and bought a parrot and when I got back, I realized it to be dead! All I want is a parrot! People have tried to sell me slugs and terriers but I want a talking parrot!"
Graham and Patsy looked at each other.
"Well, since I wrote your sketch, I feel I should make things right. Why don't you come with Patsy and me? We're going to the Grail of Oz to see if I can get home. Maybe it can give you a living Parrot as well."
The man looked at him. He nodded.
"Alright. I'll come along. What's your name?"
"Graham Chapman."
The man immediately knelt down to him.
"Oh! You are the blessed creator of my sketch. Even though I never got the parrot in the end, I am still in debt for your creating me."
"Well, John Cleese also helped."
"But he isn't here, is he?" the man said.
"What can I call you by?" Graham asked.
"Well, I never officially got a name in your sketch."
"Alright… can I just call you John?"
The man thought for a second.
"Sure." John said. "Now, how do we get to the Grail?"
"Well, we were told to follow the Yellow Brick Road." Patsy said. "I suppose we just trot on down."
"On what?"
"Well, we'll just ride down the road as we have been-"
"Ride? All I've seen is you banging two coconuts together!"
"Let's not get into that!" Graham said, knowing what was going to happen. "These lines are quoted too much anyway. Now, let's get on with this quest and find the Grail of Oz."
With that, Graham, Patsy, and John "trotted" down the road, headed to the Grail. As they "rode", Graham decided to get to know his traveling companion.
"So why do you want a talking parrot?"
"Well, partly because you created me to want one and partly so that it can warn me of the presence of my worst fear."
"And what is that?"
"Eggs, bacon, and spam." John replied.
A/N: Sorry for the randomness. I am also censoring this story. Anyway, please review and no flames.