A tribute to the funniest film I have ever seen. King Arthur and his knights of the round table set forth on a divine quest to find the Holy Grail. On their quest they encounter dangerous adversaries, monsters, the French and a Black Knight.
BLACK KNIGHT: None shall pass.
BLACK KNIGHT: None shall pass.
ARTHUR: I have no quarrel with you, brave Sir Knight, but I must cross this bridge.
BLACK KNIGHT: Then you shall die.
ARTHUR: I command you, as King of the Britons, to stand aside!
BLACK KNIGHT: I move for no man.
ARTHUR: So be it! ARTHUR draws his sword and approaches the BLACK KNIGHT. A furious fight now starts lasting about fifteen seconds at which point ARTHUR deliver a mighty blow which completely severs the BLACK KNIGHT’s left arm at the shoulder. ARTHUR steps back triumphantly.
ARTHUR: Now stand aside, worthy adversary.
BLACK KNIGHT (glancing at his shoulder): 'Tis just a scratch.
ARTHUR: A scratch? Your arm's off!
BLACK KNIGHT: No, it isn't.
ARTHUR (pointing to the arm on the ground): What's that then?
BLACK KNIGHT: I've had worse.
ARTHUR: You’re a liar!
BLACK KNIGHT: Come on, you pansy! Another ten seconds furious fighting till ARTHUR chops the BLACK KNIGHT’s other arm off, also at the shoulder. The arm plus sword, lies on the ground.
ARTHUR: Victory is mine! (Sinking to his knees.) I thank Thee Lord, that in Thy…
BLACK KNIGHT: Come on then.
ARTHUR: What! He kicks ARTHUR hard on the side of his helmet. ARTHUR gets up, still holding his sword. The BLACK KNIGHT comes after him, kicking.
ARTHUR: You are indeed brave, Sir Knight, but the fight is mine.
BLACK KNIGHT: Had enough?
ARTHUR: You stupid bastard. You haven’t got any arms left.
BLACK KNIGHT: Course I have.
BLACK KNIGHT: What! Just a flesh wound. (Kicks ARTHUR.)
ARTHUR: Stop that.
BLACK KNIGHT (Kicking him): Had enough…?
ARTHUR: I'll have your leg. He is kicked. Right! The BLACK KNIGHT kicks him again and ARTHUR chops his leg off. The BLACK KNIGHT keeps his balance with difficulty.
BLACK KNIGHT: All right, we'll call it a draw.
ARTHUR: Come, Patsy. ARTHUR and PATSY start to cross the bridge.
BLACK KNIGHT: Running away, eh? You yellow bastard, come back here and take what's coming to you. I'll bite your legs off!
This little MOC boasts some little tricks I want to share with you: The bridge is the age-old trick of flexing 1x2 bricks, Patsy’s backpack was a lucky (but tight!) fit on a Technic pin on his back, the small tree is a variation of leaves connected with flowers, and the large tree is the basic tree design (as in the medieval market village) but revived by hooking the arches to a flexible pin to create a twisted triangular-ish trunk.
Yes. Now, to Camelot. Oh boy, French snobs. Well let's give them a Trojan Rabbit. RUN AWAY! NOW, to Camelot. On second thought it is a silly place, where do we go now?. . . . . .GET ON WITH IT! Yes GET ON WITH IT! YEAH! Great, now we must find a shrubbery for the Knights who say NI! IT IT IT! Oh look, a rabbit. RUN AWAY! Intermission. . . . . . GET ON WITH IT! Oh no, what's my favorite color? African Swallows? Black screen with fitting music. HA HA HA! Nicely done sir.