i wisheth to apologiseth for noteth updatingeth thiseth soonereth. pleaseth readeth on and thou will hopefully forgiveth me. :whacks head with coconut: sorry about that. heres another chapter for ya!

Sir Gregory, Wilson and Chase found themselves in a huge dark corridor that was littered with rubble and smelt slightly of stale cat food. The kind you find in a can, not the biscuits. One of the cheaper brands, Sir Gregory decided as he sniffed the air delicately.

The three of them crept forward carefully, making sure to avoid the chunks of stone that were lying about. A series of thumps and groans indicated Chase wasn't having much luck, and Sir Gregory was forced to whip around at regular intervals to quieten him. It went a little something like this:

Thump, groan, 'shut-up-a-your-face', thump, groan, 'shut-up-a-your-face' and so on. There was a nice beat to it actually. Sir Gregory was startled to find Wilson bobbing along happily beside them, completely oblivious to the fact that the holes burnt in his backside were whistling as he walked.

Suddenly Chase was hit with a double-whammy. He fell and bounced off an old portrait, soared gracefully through the air, and landed with a loud boom twenty feet ahead of Sir Gregory and his Whistling Steed.

The vibration of the air molecules around Chase's butt as he landed could be heard throughout the castle and surrounding land. In the bathroom Vogler dropped his rubber ducky, out on the volcano Her Royal Majesty Queen Cuddy soiled her Big Royal Knickers, in her bedroom Stacy gasped in surprise and accidentally swallowed her maid, and Cameron… well, Cameron kept counting.

Out in the corridor Sir Gregory ran forward, ducking and weaving between the stones like a pro, before reaching Chase, pulling him up by the scruff of his neck, straightening him out, and smacking his head.

"You idiot!" He exclaimed. Chase stood there looking like the victim as he prepared himself for some serious verbal bashing, but Sir Gregory was cut short by a shrill cry coming from the door.

"Yoo-hoo!"

He whipped around and gave a strangled cry. Standing there waving seductively at him was Her Royal Majesty Queen Cuddy. She paused to spray some mouth freshener in her Big Royal Mouth, before running toward him with her Big Royal Arms outstretched. Sir Gregory figured he still had a few minutes while Her Royal Majesty Queen Cuddy made her way through all the rubble, and desperately searched for a way to escape.

"Sir Gregory, over there!" his Noble Steed cried dramatically, pointing to a doorway further down the corridor, from which Stacy was emerging rather awkwardly. The big maid-shaped lump on her belly made it a little difficult to move. I'm sure you understand.

Sir Gregory stood trapped amongst the rubble, scanning the room for somewhere to escape. He saw a sign on the wall to his left, which read, "Exit" and started making his way toward it. Chase stood squinting at it with his mouth hanging slightly open, and when he finally realised what the sign was saying he dashed off after Sir Gregory, and pushed him out of the way.

"What do you think you're doing you little wiener?" The handsome knight exclaimed as the glittering blue fuzz ball zoomed through the door, closing it behind him. Before Sir Gregory could do anything further, he felt something grip him. He squealed as Stacy wrapped herself around him, cackling evilly.

"You're mine now, Sssssir Gregory!" She hissed.

"You leave him alone!" Her Royal Majesty Queen Cuddy yelled royally. Sir Gregory relaxed a little.

"He's mine!"

Sir Gregory yelped and began struggling with all his might to break free of Stacy's grasp. Her Royal Majesty Queen Cuddy stomped up to Stacy and gave her a shove. The evil serpent let go of Sir Gregory and hissed threateningly at Her Royal Majesty Queen Cuddy. Sir Gregory started hurrying away, but stopped to watch in amusement as the two hormonal beasts fought each other.

Her Royal Majesty Queen Cuddy kept shoving Stacy, until she gave her a whip with the end of her tail. Her Royal Majesty Queen Cuddy gasped in royal horror, and launched herself furiously at the smirking reptile.

"Bitch!"

"Ssssslag!"

"You shall never have him!"

"Yesss I will, Sssssir Gregory is MINE!"

"No he's not, he belongs to David Shore!"

"Who?"

"Never mind"

"Wait a ssssec… is Ssssir Gregory… gay?"

The two of them stopped, blinked, and turned to stare at the handsome doctor, who blushed scarlet.

"I am not!" He replied indignantly. "Now why aren't you fighting? Go on, I need you two to distract each other so I can sneak in and rescue the hot little slave girl!"

Her Royal Majesty Queen Cuddy's Big Royal Mouth fell open. "Did you hear that Stacy? He was going to run off with another woman while we were fighting!" She cried royally.

Stacy's eyes widened. "No way!" Then she narrowed them, turning in Sir Gregory's direction.

"Let'sssss get him!"

With a nod Her Royal Majesty Queen Cuddy growled and ran towards Sir Gregory, followed closely by Stacy.

Everything slowed as he reached around and pulled out his light saber. Her Royal Majesty Queen Cuddy pulled out her Big Royal Light Saber, and Stacy somehow managed to activate hers, too.

Sir Gregory prepared himself for battle, with his head bowed. As they approached he whipped his head up and launched himself at them.

"William!" He roared. Not stopping to remind him that he was NOT Heath Ledger and this was NOT a medieval jousting match, Her Royal Majesty Queen Cuddy and Stacy ran into him, clashing in an array of blue, pink and green light. I'll let you decide who is who.

All of a sudden Sir Gregory stopped and threw his arms at his sides with a stamp of his foot. "Its not faaaaair!" He wailed. "There's two of themmm and only one of meeee!"

With a snort his Noble Steed Wilson came to his rescue, effortlessly kicking Her Royal Majesty Queen Cuddy and Stacy out of the way with a toss of his pretty brown hair.

"Thanks!" Sir Gregory said brightly, before putting away his light saber and sighing.

"Now all we have to do is find the hot little slave girl."

methinks the next chapter will be the last, but if you're nice i might throw in an epilogue. IF YOU'RE NICE!