Bigby Wolf was what some people could call a resourceful man. He may come off as a brutish thug at times, but behind his rough exterior was a keen analytical mind. In fact it was that which made him such an excellent detective. So when faced with the conundrum such as this, a man like Bigby is able to examine the situation, weigh his options and from that take the most suitable course of action. However this issue required much more preparation and care of thought than anything he had ever attempted before.

The question was: Where to take Snow White on a date?

His budding relationship with Snow had gone off without a hitch so far, something he was immensely grateful for. Over the past couple of months the pair had shared more than a few coffees, lunches and even a couple of dinners. Nothing overly romantic, which was perhaps what made them feel much more comfortable in the others company. They both new the emotion was there, it was just that neither one was quite ready to bring it to the forefront yet. Still he wanted more, he couldn't help it, but at the same time he didn't want to pressure Snow into anything she wasn't ready for yet. So he realised that he just needed to do something that would help them both loosen up a bit… something besides a bottle of Jack Daniels.

Which brings us back to the question – Where could he take Snow, or what could he do with Snow that would help the pair relax just a little more in the other's company? His answer had come in the paper just a couple of weeks prior in the paper, an ad for an upcoming show at the City Centre. But not just any show, no siree! Somehow, he knew that this would be perfect.

He glanced down at his attire, just his regular white button up shirt and pants, though tonight he tried to appear a little bit more presentable, doing his tie all the way up, wearing a nice dark green jacket that he kept lying around. He also made an effort to comb his hair nicely, giving him a more civilised, formal look. He tried shaving as well, but alas his stubble had returned on the elevator trip up. Perks of being a wolf he guessed.

Exhaling and fiddling with his tie, he knocked on Snow White's door. He heard her call out to him to wait a moment and he started to panic a small amount.

What if she didn't enjoy herself?

Well it was much too late for that as the door opened to reveal a beaming Snow White, wearing an elegant dark blue dress which cut off just above her knees, matching high heels and a fur trimmed navy coat. Her ever present pearl earrings sparkled in the dim light, but what struck Bigby most of all was how her hair was hanging freely down her shoulders and back, he hadn't seen it like that in years.

"Hey Bigby." She leaned over and greeted him with a chaste peck to his lips.

He beamed back at her. "Hey Snow, you ready to go?"

"Mmhmm. So plan to tell me where we're going?"

"All in due time." He smirked mischievously.

She shot him a look, though the faintest hints of a smile threatened to appear. "All right big guy, lead on." She said almost hesitantly, but was nevertheless intrigued.

Before long he had led her outside and helped her into a cab, before hopping in himself. Just like that they were off and for the next half hour they just enjoyed the other's company. Though the inquisitive glances that Snow was shooting him the entire trip did succeed in making him extremely nervous, which she seemed to notice by his deeper breaths. She smirked and leaned her head on his shoulder, which eased his state of mind considerably.

Soon, they arrived at their destination, and after paying the cab driver his fare, the pair stood before their destination. The New York City Centre, with tonight's showcase lit up on giant letters.

"Monty Python?" Snow asked gobsmacked.

"Uh, yeah. I hear they're pretty funny..." He rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

She shot him a look. "Yes I'm familiar of them; I just didn't know you had such a strong sense of humour."

"Yeah, well…"

Maybe she wouldn't enjoy it after all…

"You don't like it?" He asked, sounding completely defeated.

She looked back at him and shook her head. "I wouldn't say that, I just wasn't expecting it."

"Oh." He wasn't quite sure where to go from here.

Luckily she seemed to decide for him and snaked her arm through his and led him onward, offering a small reassuring smile. Relief washed over him and after showing his tickets to the teller, they were seen greeted by the eminent murmurings and talking of a pre-show crowd. The hall was dimly lit and the dark red of the stage curtains seemed to be the only source of colour in the room. Row after row of seats could be seen, surrounding the stage in a semicircular pattern.

"So what brought this on?" Snow finally asked as they sat in their seats, close to the edge of one of the centre isles closer to the stage.

He scratched the back of his neck sheepishly. "I dunno, guess I just wanted to surprise you with something a little different and I guess I thought we could both do with a laugh. Especially after all the shit we went through."

"Well, count me surprised." She beamed.

She glanced around nervously. "So, how's everything, you know, with your nose?" She asked nonchalantly, well aware of the Mundies all around them.

He waved off her concern. "I'll be right, smoked a pack before we got here, so I should be right to get through the show. Besides, I can step out every so often if I have to." He gave a reassuring smile that seemed to placate her.

Before their conversation could continue the curtains opened and 'Liberty Bell' blared throughout the theatre as various members of the cast pranced across the stage in a very comical matter. He thought he could see John Cleese, Michael Palin and Eric Idle among them, fortunately the seats he had chosen gave a rather good view of the stage. He almost hadn't notice how Snow's hand had somehow become entwined with his over the arm rest.

The intermission slide had popped up on the overhead projector and everyone in the crowd seemed to take this as their cue to take quick bathroom breaks, or go to purchase drinks. He asked Snow if she wanted anything, and she politely thanked him but said no. After they both stood and stretched their limbs again, they sat down, completely comfortable with where they were. She seemed to be enjoying herself he noticed, as her face was now permanently contorted into a grin which reached her eyes. It was nice to see her let her hair down. He himself was grinning, both at the performance, at her. He was rather pleased with how the night had progressed so far.

"ALBATROS!"

That loud call snapped them out of whatever zone they were in, as one of the spotlights shone directly next to them.

Oh God!

Neither could barely stifle their laughter as what appeared to be John Cleese, poorly dressed as a female vendor prancing down besides the aisles with a grumpy expression on his face and what appeared to be a plastic albatross on a tray he held in front of him.

"ALBATROS!" He called again, earning roaring laughter from all around him, himself and Snow included. He swore he'd never seen something so absurd. For a moment he wasn't sure if it was a sketch or not.

"Yes, do you have any peanuts my good man?" Terry Jones had approached him, wearing a rather gentlemanly suit, complete with hat and monocle.

"No I don't have any damned peanuts!"

"ALBATROS!" He shouted again, much more angrily this time, ignoring Jones and continuing down the aisle.

"Are you sure?"

"YES I'M BLOODY SURE!"

"Alright, well what flavour is it?"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHAT BLOODY FLAVOUR IT IS, IT ISN'T ANY BLOODY FLAVOUR!"

"Well it must be some flavour!" Jones argued.

"FINE IT'S BLOODY ALBATROS FLAVOUR! SEABIRD, FLYING RODENT, WHATEVER YOU WANT YOU FUCKING CRETIN!" Everyone seemed to love that, as the crowd broke into greater fits of laughter.

He had to admit, no one played the angry guy like John Cleese did, and he wouldn't be surprised if he could outshout Bigby himself in a match! Snow seemed to agree as well, when he shared this thought with her, earning another chuckle from her beautiful lips.

"Stop that, stop that!" That cry had come, un-expectantly from the stage. Graham Chapman now appeared to be wearing an officer's uniform and stood on stage pointing to the two other actors.

Well this was unexpected.

"Right you, the one in Black, we need you for another skit, and you, go away, you're not even a proper woman!"

No he wasn't Bigby supposed. But needless to say, the same roaring laughter accompanied that statement. This was much more fun than he thought it'd be. With the way Snow had started clinging to him in a vain attempt to gain control of herself, he'd guess she agreed.

"Don't you oppress me mate!" Cleese had ground out before storming off with a fake huff.

"Off with you! Now, not many people enjoy a good laugh as well as I do. Except my wife. And her and Captain Johnson. Come to think of it most people tend to enjoy a good laugh more than I do, nevertheless, believe that this whole skit has become much too silly!"

Finally Snow had managed to stifle her laughter into incoherent giggles, they exchanged a loving look before Snow rested her head on his shoulder, still giggling herself silly.

"G'day ladies and Bruces!"Idle had greeted from stage.

So they were doing Australians now? They just got stranger and stranger.

Sure enough they were all wearing khaki shorts and shirts, himself Palin, and another actor he hadn't quite recognised.

"We're all university professors from the university of Woolloomooloo Australia!"

Wolloo- what? That couldn't be an actual place.

"I teach Hegelian Philosophy, Bruce here reaches Aristotelian Philosophy and Bruce here's in charge of the sheep dip." Idle had said, gesturing to each one of them.

Bigby was sure that somewhere in this performance something was offensive, but hell the audience were laughing too much to care. Snow herself seemed to be enjoying herself, with a mirthful grin on her face.

"Bloody thirsty work let me tell you!"

"No doubt Bruce, tell ya what, why don't you toss a few cans to this lot 'ere!"

Sure enough, he reached into the cooler they had on stage and started tossing beers out to the crowd, much tp the latter's pleasure. He had to hand it to them, they certainly knew how to play a crowd. Soon enough, he saw a can fly his way, and deciding that this saved him a trip to the kiosk, reached up and caught the can with a dull smack to his palm. He normally wasn't one for showing off but hey, free beer.

"The reason we do this is because we find your American Beer is like making love in a canoe!"

"How's it like making love in a canoe Bruce?"

"It's fucking close to water!"

Oh God, he almost choked on his drink and after swallowing, his laughter was drowned out by those of all around him. What surprised him though was how Snow had scoffed at that, bringer her hand to her mouth. He hadn't expected that from the normally so prime and proper Snow White, to laugh at something so vulgar!

"Well, we thought we'd raise the turn over here by playing a nice intellectual song for the two or three of you in the audience who actually understand these things, so off we go!"

Bigby braced himself for what he (rightly) assumed to be another barrel of laughs.

"Immanuel Kant was a real pissant

Who was very rarely stable.

Heidegger, Heidegger was a boozy beggar

Who could think you under the table.

David Hume could out-consume

Schopenhauer and Hegel,

And Wittgenstein was a beery swine

Who was just as schloshed as Schlegel.

Bigby wasn't sure how these people thought this shit up, but by God they were funny. Snow had once again resumed clinging to his arm, giggling into his shoulder.

Guess he earned some brownie points.

There's nothing Nietzsche couldn't teach ya'

'Bout the raising of the wrist.

SOCRATES, HIMSELF, WAS PERMANENTLY PISSED...

Intellectual indeed, oh he could imagine how Swineheart would react to this.

John Stuart Mill, of his own free will,

On half a pint of shandy was particularly ill.

Plato, they say, could stick it away;

Half a crate of whiskey every day.

Aristotle, Aristotle was a bugger for the bottle,

Hobbes was fond of his dram,

And Rene Descartes was a drunken fart: "I drink, therefore I am"

Yes, Socrates, himself, is particularly missed;

A lovely little thinker but a bugger when he's pissed!"

He and Snow applauded with the rest of the audience, happily laughing along with the rest of the fools in the room. They only increased when the song was played again in a deliberately botched attempt at a sing along.

Now on stage was Palin on stage wearing a suit and sitting behind a desk reading out a weather report. Though rather quickly, and to everyone's relief and amusement,

"I don't want to rabbit on about patches of rain sweeping from the west!

I... I wanted to be..."

"A LUMBERJACK!"

Oh dear God.

By now he had shed his suit in favour of overalls and a green flannel shirt and some blonde haired actress appeared on his arm.

Did they actually plan this or do they just improvise?

"Leaping from tree to tree! As they float down the mighty rivers of

British Columbia!

The Larch!

The Pine!

The Giant Redwood tree!

The Sequoia!

The Little Whopping Rule Tree!

With my best girlie by my side,

We'd sing! Sing! Sing!

He couldn't help but feel a bit nostalgic, with all the names of trees being thrown about. It actually made him feel like a pup again…

Oh, I'm a lumberjack, and I'm okay,

I sleep all night and I work all day.

Canadian Outies seemed to appear out of nowhere to the left, singing a response. They could actually hold a note rather well… Snow seemed to enjoy that anyhow.

He's a lumberjack, and he's okay,

He sleeps all night and he works all day.

"I cut down trees, I eat my lunch,

I go to the lava-try.

On Wednesdays I go shoppin'

And have buttered scones for tea."

"He cuts down trees, he eats his lunch,

He goes to the lava-try.

On Wednesdays 'e goes shoppin'

And has buttered scones for tea."

He couldn't help but tap his foot to the beat. He was having too much fun with this…

"I cut down trees, I skip and jump,

I like to press wild flowers.

I put on women's clothing,

And hang around in bars!"

Wait what?

"He cuts down trees, he skips and jumps,

He likes to press wild flowers.

He puts on women's clothing

And hangs around... In bars?"

The outies seemed to agree with him and the audience just loved it.

"I chop down trees, I wear high heels,

Suspenders and a bra.

I wish I'd been a girlie

Just like my dear papa!"

Oh Christ, he couldn't bear anymore of this, he was so close to laughing up a lung! Snow too!

"He cuts down trees, he wears high heels

Suspenders? and a ... a Bra?

What's this? Wants to be a "girlie"? Oh, My!

And I thought you were so rugged!" The girl had cried before running off.

"He's a lumberjack, and he's okaaaaaaayyy..."

They just kept going with that pedal…

"Sleeps all night and he works all day!"

And with that, yet another painfully amusing skit was brought to a close. He felt his sides aching with all the heaving he had been doing earlier.

Ok these guys were very good, after all it took a lot to make the Big Bad Wolf burst into uncontrollable laughter.

He glanced to his right.

Ok, they were extremely good, after all, it took much more to make Snow White burst out into uncontrollable laughter.

Finally the show had come to a regrettable close and with a chuckling Snow still clinging tightly too him, they made their way outside and he signalled a cab.

"I can't remember the last time I had laughed so hard!" Snow had declared .

The two had been alternating between chuckling and giggling like schoolgirls ever since they had walked out of the theatre. He now had his arm around her shoulder, and rather than shy away from his embrace, she leaned further into him.

"I could see that."

She gave him a long pointed look, her face scrunched up in mock thought.

"You know, you look a bit like a lumberjack."

So that's how she's playing it. "Oh really? You think I'm manly and rugged?"

"Mmmm. Except…"

"Except what?"

She bit her lip and adopted a playful, not-so-serious concerned expression. "You don't put on women's clothing do you?"

"Not when I'm sober."

She burst out laughing at that, clinging on to him so tightly, he was afraid she'd suffocate him! What a way to go too…

The morning afterwards, Snow had to face the horrors of an appointment with Bluebeard. He was complaining about what he described as 'going behind his back and keeping him out of the loop of the running of the office.'

Of course when she calmly pointed out that she was under no obligation to inform him of absolutely every goings on inside the office and that he himself had involved the office in exchanges and endeavours without informing her or he sputtered and denied all his wrongdoings and once again deflected all blame elsewhere.

Bigby, right next to her, shot her an apologetic look, though she could tell he'd much prefer to just punch Bluebeard's face in, if the clenching of his fists and the hardening of his jaw every few seconds was anything to go by. She had half a mind to let him…

"I came here to raise my legitimate concerns with you! I wasn't expecting the blasted Spanish Inquisition!"

"Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition." Bigby mumbled to her as he slipped away nonchalantly.

Snow White had a lot of trouble keeping a straight face after that.

Why you ask? Because everyone loves Monty Python!

Ah, growing up, I used to love Monty Python's Flying Circus! Even their films: Holy Grail, Life of Brian, you name it! Other stuff they did cracked me up as well, I absolutely adore Fawlty Towers! Anyway, if you were wondering why I chose this as a topic of focus. By all means, check out some of their skits, plenty more where that came from!

Oh and yes, Woolloomooloo is an actual place, that was not made up.