THE LOONY ADVENTURES OF DAVID AND TARA

Chapter Five

David smiled while they headed through the forest then stopped at the bottom of a hill and Camelot rose like a beacon, making the knights and Arthur stop with a stunned look on their face.

"Camelot!" Arthur said with pride.

"Camelot!" Sir Bedevere said

"Camelot!" Lancelot said.

"Camelot!" Sir Galahad said.

"Camelot!" Sir Robin said.

"It's just a model," Patsy mumbled.

They ride toward the castle when the scene changes to the interior of the castle and the knights, servants, ladies of the court and peasants start singing the Knights of the Round Table song. Arthur stops while David and Tara looked at him and he frowns.

"No, on second thought, let's not go to Camelot. It is a silly place," Arthur said and they skipped down the road. After riding for a few miles, they arrive at the wall of a castle and Arthur looked up at the wall. "Hello, is anyone up there?"

"Yeah, what do you want?" a knight that looked like Michael Palin asked when he looked over the wall and Arthur shaded his eyes to see him better. Another knight that looked like John Cleese appeared and looked down at them then looked at the other knight, scratching the top of his head.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"I am Arthur, King of the Britons. My knights and I are on a quest for the Holy Grail. Go tell your master, if he will give us shelter for the night, he can join us in our quest."

"We'd love to but he doesn't allow people inside unless they can answer one question."

"Is it what is the airspeed velocity of an unladen swallow?" David asked as he walked closer and the knights looked at each other.

"How did he know?" the knight that looked like Michael Palin asked and the knight that looked like John Cleese shrugged.

"I thought it was a sparrow," Tara said, looking at David.

"Yeah, a lot of people get confused," David said.

"I never did understand that bit."

"I never got it either."

"Oi, do you know the answer or not?" the knight that looked like Michael Palin asked.

"Do you know the answer?" David asked.

"Um, no, we don't," the knight that looked like John Cleese said, shaking his head.

"Then we best be going," Arthur said as they skipped away and the two knights shrugged, ducking down behind the wall.

The Doctor sat on the lounge while his puppies, Elizabeth and Anne, slept near the lounge and he read a book. He turned the page when Alan and Adam walked closer and stood near the lounge. He raised his sunglasses when he looked at them and blinked.

"Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees?" he asked.

"Brother, Adam needs your help with something," Alan said when his teacup Chihuahua, Speck, walked to him and Alan's eyes went wide. "Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww, there's my little chewie wooie!"

"What's wrong?" the Doctor asked while Alan picked Speck up and rocked her in his arms, smiling at her.

"Who's Daddy's little snuggly buggly?" Alan asked, tickling Speck's stomach and Adam rolled his eyes.

"You remember my friend, David?" Adam asked. The Doctor had met David when Adam brought David to Nova and he nodded. "Well, I was looking the files in my computer and found this." Adam handed him the papers when the Doctor started reading them then looked at Adam with a concerned look on his face..

"Is this for real?" he asked.

"Yep, David and Tara took her TARDIS for a ride and, now, they're lost on..."

"They're lost on the Planet Python?"

"Is that even a real planet?" Alan asked.

"Yes, it is."

"But, if it's based on what I think it is, it can't be a dangerous place," Adam said with a smile.

"Oh, it can be a very dangerous place. Now, you said this was on your computer. Do you know why you wrote it?"

"No, I have no clue," Adam said, shaking his head and the Doctor sighed.

"Where is the rest of it?"

"It's on my computer."

"Let's go," the Doctor said when he got off of the lounge and they headed for the house.

The fire flickered while the knights rested on the ground and Arthur stood near the trees. David was lying on his back under a tree while Tara snuggled against him and her head rested on his chest.

"It's funny listening to someone with only one heartbeat," she said and he smiled at her.

"Does your boyfriend have two hearts?" he asked.

"No, he has one heart but..."

"But what?"

"Sorry, I was just remembering what it was like when I was a kid and would snuggle with my dad back when he...when he looked like you," she said and he nodded. "Are you sure you should be lying on the ground? Uncle Adam told me about your back."

"No, it's ok. My back's fine," David said.

"He said that you made a great Hamlet."

"Yeah, I really enjoyed doing that play."

"What other Shakespeare plays have you done?"

"I've done As You Like It, Edward III, The Comedy of Errors, Romeo and Juliet, A Midsummer's Night Dream, Love's Labor's Lost and King Lear, though that one I got a really bad review. I nearly quit acting because of it."

"Guess it's a good thing you didn't or you would never played your dream role."

"Yep," he said, popping the "p". Yawning, he closed his eyes then drifted off to sleep and Tara smiled, moving her head to his shoulder and held his hand to his chest. Watching him sleep, she gently kissed his cheek and he smiled, wrapping his arm around her.

Tara had drifted off to sleep just before the fire died when they were awaken by the sound of trumpets and opened their eyes. The cartoon sun with large beams sticking out of it started rising to the theme from 2001: A Space Odyssey when the cartoon sun bounced up and down to the drums then popped up into the sky and they looked at each other.

"We REALLY have to get out of here!" David said and she nodded.

Arthur led the way when a gunshot rang out and Concorde, the man who was Lancelot's horse, fell to the ground. Tara, David, Arthur and the knights ran to the bushes while Lancelot looked down at Concorde and sighed.

"Oh, brave Concorde, do not worry. I shall avenge thee!" he said while Concorde, who had only suffered a scratch from the bullet, looked up at him, blinked and tried to sit up.

"Uh, no, that's ok. I don't need avenging," he said.

"No, I must or you would have died in vain!"

"It's just a scratch."

"Enough! I shall go and find the foul villain who has cut you down in the prime of life!"

"No, really, I'm fine!"Concorde said but Lancelot ran off into the wood and Concorde shrugged then stood up. He took two steps when a runaway cart slammed into him and he flew into the air. He landed with a loud crunch on the ground as they walked over to him and Tara knelt down.

"He's dead," she said when Arthur and the knights knelt down to pray and she stood up, holding onto David.

"Hold on, who shot him?" David asked.

"That would be me!" a voice said and they turned, looking at the sight of a masked highwayman sitting on a white horse and David rolled his eyes.

"No, not him," David said softly as the horse came closer and the highwayman held his pistol in his right hand.

"Stand and deliver!" the highwayman said, pointing his pistol at David.

"We don't have any money," Arthur said as the highwayman pointed his pistol at him.

"You don't?" the highwayman moaned.

"Not a sausage," David said and the highwayman sighed.

"Here, you can have these then," he said when he removed a bundle of flowers from his cloak and handed them to Tara before riding off.

"What are these?" she asked.

"They're lupins. He stole them from the rich then gave them to the poor until this poor farmer told him to go steal better stuff," David said when she shrugged then laid then on Concorde's body and they skipped away.

"Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore, riding through the land. Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore, without a merry band. He rode onto the set of the wrong skit. Stupid git!" the off screen singers sang when Dennis stopped his horse and looked into the air.

"That wasn't very nice," he said with a pout then rode off and the off screen singers blew raspberries at him.

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