Scene 5: The Troops of the King
From around the Inn came Southpaw and Bobweave, both clad in an identical pair of handsome uniforms. Each raised a golden trumpet to his lips and the sound of "Call To The Post" was heard.
It should be noted that right in the middle of it, Bobweave lowered his trumpet, and then hurriedly put it back to his lips, realizing his error. Southpaw rolled his eyes at his brother before announcing,
"His Royal Highness, the good Prince Lancelot!"
Coming in from behind the hare-twins came Bucko Bigbones, clad in a cloak and tunic, both of which were gorgeously embroidered. He also wore his heavily ornamented broad belt, as well as a gold circlet set upon his head at a jaunty angle in a likeness of the crown he wore back in his king days.
"Ach, good day, mah wee pretty maids!" Bucko said, strolling past his subjects, swishing his cloak about dashingly.
The five maidens squealed and cheered. Furmo came out of his Inn bearing a large tray of tankards. Dotti got up and bowed repeatedly to "Prince Lancelot". Martha continued to sit demurely and averted her eyes.
"Drink, mah good beasts! Drink, to yer health!" Buck cried, seizing a tankard and swishing it about, his silver pawrings glinting in the spotlight.
The other characters did likewise, save for Martha, who, in a most lady-like way, declined the mirthful drinks. As soon as everybeast else received a tankard, they all began to sing.
Oh, we are the troops of the king
Yes we are
And we only drink of one thing
Yes we do
We like to drink, drink, drink, drink, drink, drink, drink, drink, driiiink, drink, driiiiink.
Dotti started to drink from her tankard, but the others started to sing again.
We like to drink, drink, drink, drink, drink, drink, drink, drink, driiiink, drink, driiiiink.
Dotti again started drink from her tankard, but. . . .
We like to drink, drink, drink, drink, drink, drink, drink, drink, driiiink, drink, driiiiink.
Yet again Dotti raised her tankard, but. . . .
We like to drink, drink, drink, drink, drink, drink, drink, drink, driiiink, drink, driiiiink.
Dotti was irate. So finally, near the end. . . .
We like to drink, drink, drink, drink, drink, drink, drink, drink, driiiiiink, driiink, driiiiiiiiink.
As soon as the last word was sung, Dotti took a deep drink from her tankard - and pulled a face.