Himizu was dancing excitedly around the new studio. "Yay! We've built another studio! Time to film!"
"Damn," muttered Ryouko. "She's sugar high again."
"Everybody run…" Saru said.
Himizu was suddenly wearing big black glasses and examining documents showing the National Archives. "It's surrounded by guards… video monitors… and little kids on their eighth grade field trips." Then, without anyone seeing her move, she was sitting in her chair looking bored. "Are we there yet? I'm hungry. This car smells weird." Then she was staring at a wall. "It's a big blueish greenish man… with a strange goatee… this must be significant!" Then she was staring at a door. "Okay, who wants to go down the creepy tunnel inside the tomb first?"
"Shut the hell up!" screamed Ryouko, whacking Himizu on the head with a mallet.
"Eh?" said Saru and the YYH Cast, looking totally confused.
"She just watched National Treasure…" Ryouko said with a sigh.
"Ah…" Saru said, nodding. The YYH Cast was still confused.
"She's gone Riley. Not that I blame her. Riley rules!" Ryouko explained.
(If you haven't watched National Treasure, you won't get this. Basically, I'm imitating and quoting my favorite character, whose name is Riley.)
"That was fun! Let's begin! Places!" Himizu said, suddenly acting normal… or as normal as she gets. The Cast fell over. Himizu looked at them in confusion. "What is their problem?"
Random Narrator Dude: King Koenma and his trusty servant George continued to ride when they came across a small group of peasants working in the fields. The King stops to question one of the peasants.
King Koenma: Old woman!
Dennis Chuu: (Still drunk) Hic! Man!
King Koenma: Man. Sorry. What knight lives in that castle over there?
Dennis Chuu: I'm (hic) thirty-seven.
King Koenma: I… what? (Confused)
Dennis Chuu: I'm thirty-seven. I'm not (hic) old. (Pissed)
King Koenma: Well, I can't just call you 'Man'. (Annoyed)
Dennis Chuu: Well, you could say (hic) 'Dennis Chuu'. (Indignant)
King Koenma: Well, I didn't know you were called 'Dennis Chuu'. (Thinking: Who thinks up these names anyway?)
Dennis Chuu: Well, you (hic) didn't bother to find out, (hic) did you?
King Koenma: I did say 'sorry' about the 'old woman', but from the behind you looked…
Dennis Chuu: What I (hic) object to is that you automatically treat me like an (hic) inferior!
King Koenma: Well, I am King!
Dennis Chuu: Oh, King, eh, very (hic) nice. And how d'you get that, eh? By exploiting the workers! By 'anging on to outdated imperialist dogma which perpetuates the economic and social differences in our society. If there's ever going to be any progress with the--
Shizuru: Dennis Chuu, there's some lovely filth down here. Oh! How d'you do?
King Koenma: How do you do, good lady? I am Arthur, King of the Britons. Who's castle is that?
Shizuru: King of the who?
King Koenma: The Britons.
Shizuru: Who are the Britons?
King Koenma: Well, we all are. We are all Britons, and I am your king.
Shizuru: I didn't know we had a king. I thought we were an autonomous collective.
Dennis Chuu: You're fooling yourself. We're living in a dictatorship: a self-perpetuating autocracy in which the working classes…
Shizuru: Oh, there you go bringing class into it again.
Dennis Chuu: That's what it's all about. If only people would hear of…
King Koenma: Please! Please, good people. I am in haste. Who lives in that castle?
Shizuru: No one lives there.
King Koenma: Then who is your lord?
Shizuru: We don't have a lord.
King Koenma: What?
Dennis Chuu: I told you. We're an anarcho-syndicalist commune. We take it in turns to act as a sort of executive officer for the week...
King Koenma: Yes…
Dennis Chuu: ...but all the decisions of that officer have to be ratified at a special bi-weekly meeting...
King Koenma: Yes, I see. (Becoming annoyed)
Dennis Chuu: ...by a simple majority in the case of purely internal affairs...
King Koenma: -.-# Be quiet!
Dennis Chuu: ...but by a two-thirds majority in the case of more major…
King Koenma: Be quiet! I order you to be quiet!
Shizuru: Order, eh? Who does he think he is? Heh.
King Koenma: I am your king!
Shizuru: (Glare) Well, I didn't vote for you.
King Koenma: You don't vote for kings.
Shizuru: Well, how did you become King, then?
King Koenma: The Lady of the Lake... (Angels sing) ...her arm clad in the purest shimmering samite, held aloft Excalibur from the bosom of the water signifying by Divine Providence that I, Koenma, was to carry Excalibur. (Singing stops) That is why I am your king!
Dennis Chuu: Listen. Strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony.
King Koenma: Be quiet!
Dennis Chuu: Well, but you can't expect to wield supreme executive power just 'cause some watery tart threw a sword at you!
King Koenma: Shut up!
Dennis Chuu: I mean, if I went 'round saying I was an emperor just because some moistened bint had lobbed a scimitar at me, they'd put me away!
King Koenma: Shut up, will you? Shut up!
Dennis Chuu: Ah, now we see the violence inherent in the system.
King Koenma: Shut up!
Dennis Chuu: Oh! Come and see the violence inherent in the system! Help! Help! I'm being repressed!
King Koenma: Bloody pheasant!
Dennis Chuu: Oh, what a give-away. Did you hear that? Did you hear that, eh? That's what I'm on about. Did you see him repressing me? You saw it, didn't you?
King Koenma: Bloody pheasant!
Himizu was shaking her head in disgust. "Peasant, Koenma, peasant!"
"That's what I said. Pheasant."
"They're not the same! Chuu is not a pheasant! He's a peasant!" Himizu exclaimed.
Koenma rolled his eyes. "Peasant, pheasant, same thing."
"No it's not. A peasant is a person of limited wealth and a pheasant is a bird that looks like a chicken."
"It doesn't look like a chicken. It looks like a nene," Ryouko put in.
"What's a nene?" Himizu asked.
"A cross between a duck and a chicken," Ryouko told her.
"But if it's part chicken, it should look like a chicken," Himizu mused.
"But it doesn't look like a chicken," Ryouko said firmly.
"It should have some chicken characteristics. The chicken genetics can't be wiped out," Himizu pointed out.
"Well, it didn't get the looks, that's for sure," Ryouko said.
"But it's related to the chicken, it must in some way resemble a chicken!" Himizu argued.
"It doesn't look like a chicken!" Ryouko argued back.
"It looks like a duck!" Saru yelled, hitting Ryouko and Himizu on their heads with mallets. "Or maybe a turkey…"