A Kid in King Arthur's Court
- PG
- Year:
- 1995
- 89 min
- 641 Views
1
I Am Merlin, And I Am Back,
Awakened From
My Eternal Slumber
Take Up The Sword Excalibur...
And Save Camelot.
Bring Me That Knight.
- [ Thunderclap ]
- [ Umpire ] Strike. Out.
You're Up, Fuller.
-Ventilate Him, Calvin.
-Try Swingin' This Time, Fuller.
[ Spectators Clapping,
Chattering ]
[ Girl ] Whoo-Ooo !
[ Man ] Come On, Cal !
- It's Only A Game, Son.
Just Give It Your Best Shot.
- Good Luck, Honey.
- We're All Rootin' For Ya.
- I Get Your Room
If You Get Killed.
- If I Die, You Can
Take Out The Trash.
- Mmm !
Fuller. Now Look, Just
Remember What I Told You.
Three Things:
Ya Lean In.
Ya Cover The Plate.
Ya Pick A Point In The Outfield.
Then Ya Let Her Rip.
Actually, That's
Four Things.
Just Try And Hit The Ball,
Will Ya, Fuller ?
[ Man ]
Come On. Play Ball.
Come On, Cal !
[ Cal ]
Three Things:
Lean In.
Cover The Plate. Pick
A Point In The Outfield.
- Let Her Rip.
- You're Dead Meat, Fuller.
- [ Cal ] Oh, God.
Oh, God. Oh, God.
Ohh !
- Strike Two.
- Keep Your Eye
On The Ball, Cal !
Hasta La Vista, Fuller.
Now Swing !
- Strike Three. You're Out.
It's All Right, Son.
- [ Spectators Shouting ]
- Mom, He Didn't Even Try !
Fuller.
Get Me My Bat.
As You Wish,
Your Highness.
[ Low Rumbling ]
[ Rumbling Intensifies,
Woman Screams ]
Earthquake ! Everybody,
Out Of The Dugout.
Come On ! Come On !
The Black Knight
Has Stolen The Royal
Money Box. Stop Him !
[ King ]
Hurry !
[ Screaming ]
Aaah !
[ Cal Gasping ]
- [ Guard ]
Forward ! Together !
- [ Cal ] Here !
Whoa !
Hold, Boy !
[ Driver ]
Whoa Up. Whoa Up.
Ah.
Sire.
Find The Brave Man Who
Foiled The Black Knight.
I Want To Thank Him
Personally.
Please.
- Thank Thee, Lord Belasco.
- My Pleasure, Your Highness.
Spread Out !
Find The Boy.
Where Am I ?
Ride On !
[ Cal ]
Excuse Me.
[ Bleating ]
Oh !
Clumsy Mutton.
Sorry.
[ Guard ]
That-A-Way.
- Where Did He Go ?
- That Way, Sire.
He Went That Way.
This Way !
[ Gasps ]
Whoa.
[ Cal Grunting,
Chicken Clucking ]
[ Dog Barking ]
There's Nothing
Left To Steal
In All Of Camelot !
The King Does Not Steal.
He Merely Takes His Fair Share.
In Other Words,
Everything.
- I Have No Time For This !
I Am Looking For A Boy.
Do Not Fight Him.
The King Is No Longer
A Man Of The People.
- [ Cal Gasps ]
Ah, The Little Mouse.
- [ Cal Yelling ]
- [ Guard ] Get Him !
Oh, Boy.
[ Gasps ]
Don't Kill Me !
I Didn't Mean To Do It.
I Don't Even Know
What I'm Doing Here.
Take Him To Camelot.
Let Me Go !
The King
Awaits His Presence.
King ?
Hey, Guys, Where's The Boys'
Room ? I've Been Holding It
Since The Third Inning.
Where We Going ?
Hey, Don't I Get
Ho !
Ho !
Ho !
[ Man ]
Look Here !
Ah ! 'Tis The Brave Man Who
Frightened Off The Black Knight.
Bring Him Closer.
Not A Man, Father.
Just A Boy.
He Has A Very Pleasant Face.
Don't Be Ridiculous, Sister.
He Dresses Like A Fool.
[ All Laughing ]
Did You Find The Boy ?
Of Course.
Then Bring Him To Me.
Ah, He Was Taken To
The Great Hall, Milord.
The King.
You Take Your Orders From Me,
Not That Stupid Old Fool.
Look, I Have Arthur
Exactly Where I Want Him.
The Black Knight's Working
His Magic Wonderfully.
We Do Not Need Interlopers
Like This Little Boy
Spoiling It.
Now You Are
My High Chamberlain.
Deal With It !
Dost Thou Know
Who I Am, Lad ?
Um, The King ?
That's Right, Lad.
I Am King Arthur.
Cool.
Cool ? Ah.
[ All Laughing ]
Ah !
Your Highness.
[ Stubs Toe ]
Oh !
It's Obvious This Boy
Is In League With
The Black Knight.
[ Cal ]
Who Me ? No !
No, I'm Not !
He's Nothing But
A Common Spy And
I Don't Know How I Got Here,
Your Honor, But I'm Not
A Spy-- Or A Thief.
Thou Has Been Challenged, Lad.
Step Up And
Prove Thyself Worthy.
Of Course, The, Uh, The Boy
May Be Allowed To Choose
The Mode Of Combat, Hmm ?
Combat ?
Can We Talk About
This For A Minute ?
Oh, Wake Up.
This Isn't
A Dream.
Quite Right.
It's Your Worst Nightmare
Come True.
Choose.
[ Muttering ]
Mode Of Combat.
Oh, My God.
I Gotta Choose.
I Gotta Choose.
- Huh ?
- Here Goes.
- [ Rock Blaring ]
[ Man Exclaiming ]
- 'Tis A Miracle.
- In Full-Blown
Digital Stereo.
I Never Heard
Such A Clamor
In All My Days.
That Was No Clamor.
That Was Rock And Roll.
Come. Sit Here, Lad.
Now Tell Me:
What Do They Call Thee, Boy,
And From Whence Doth Thou Hail ?
Uh, Calvin Fuller, Sir.
From Reseda.
Oh !
[ Chuckling ]
Knights And Ladies,
I Give Thee...
Calvin Fuller
Of Reseda !
Calvin Fuller
Of Reseda !
Well, Now, Let Us Eat.
[ Guests Chattering ]
Oh. Looks Real Good.
-What Is It ?
-Braised Boar's Snout With
Haggis. Come On. Eat Up, Boy.
I Heard What Transpired
Between Thee And
The Black Knight.
Who Is This
A Scoundrel !
His Mission
Is To Bring Down
My Father's Kingdom.
Eat. It Loses Its Bouquet
When It Is Taken Cold.
[ Whimpering, Panting ]
[ Arthur ]
Hmm, He's Got A Good Cut.
Say, Where's Merlin ?
When Does He Show Up ?
Many Years Ago.
Your Highness ?
[ Garbled ]
Yes, Lad ?
I Don't Mean
To Butt In Here, But
- You Know, Where You And Your
Knights Have Your Meetings.
It's Round So You Gotta
Look Everybody In The Eye. No
Favorites. Everybody's Equal.
Everybody's Equal ?
[ Laughing ]
Fascinating Idea.
- Where Did You Say
You Were From ?
- Uh, Reseda.
Reseda.
What An Odd Name.
Hey, It's The Bowling
Capital Of The World.
May I Suggest For Our Honored
Visitor From Reseda...
A Fortnight Of Training
With Master Kane ?
Oh, A Splendid Idea, Daughter.
Tomorrow, My Master At Arms...
Shall Instruct Thee
In The Ways Of
The Knights Of Camelot.
Prepare His Quarters !
Come On !
[ Belches, Slurps ]
Welcome To
Camelot, Sir.
Thanks... I Think.
Okay, Where's The Bathroom ?
Lord Elastic !
Belasco.
Right.
Listen.
[ Whispering ]
What ?
I Don't Hear Anything.
Exactly !
Right Out Of You Right Now.
No One Would
Hear You Scream.
Hold That Thought.
[ Creaking ]
[ Kiai ]
Hyah !
Oh ! Excuse Me, Good Sir.
Pardon My Intrusion.
Make Sure Thou Art Comfortable
In Thy New Quarters.
You Want Me Comfortable, How
About Getting Me A Road Map
Out Of The Middle Ages ?
If I Don't Get Home,
I'm Grounded.
You Resedians Wear
Very Strange Garments.
Oh ! Excuse Me.
Okay.
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Submitted on August 05, 2018
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