Asterix and Obelix: God Save Britannia Page #3

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Then it's decided!

By Odin, We're sailing for Britain!

Gentlemen...

Welcome to Londinium.

The Romans are looking for us.

Let's hide the barrel.

Good idea. But where?

Use your heads. Where is the best place

to hide a tree? A forest.

So the best place to hide a barrel?

A forest?

A...?

A forest...

An inn!

With other barrels.

Excellent

I know just the place.

Cousin Jolitorax,

fearfully pleased to see you.

I say, me too, Relax.

But let's not get emotional.

I'm on a mission for the Queen.

I'll bid farewell to my wife

and I'm yours.

Not necessary. We only want

to hide this barrel with yours.

I see. Easy as pie.

We'll put it in the cellar.

Follow me.

One stout, please.

The energy in this town is amazing.

Excuse me?

The energy here is amazing.

You feel like anything's possible.

Yeah, maybe.

No, it's true. I'm from Lutetia.

It's dead in comparison.

It's stuck in a time warp.

- You're from Lutetia?

- Yeah.

Well, not far.

Barely a two-week walk.

People sure do like stout here.

- Next one's on me.

- No, thank you...

I insist.

I know what you're thinking.

"He's a Gaul, watch out,

they're all Womanizers."

Well not me. I'm no womanizer.

I'm just a guy who loves life.

Life's magical,

timeless moments, you see?

Here, getting to know each other.

I'm full of energy like this town.

I want to live, to laugh, to cry.

Yes, I'm a man who knows how to cry.

I'm not ashamed to say I cry.

I cry very often. Over nothing.

Do you like men who cry?

Not really.

How's everything?

ls the barrel safe?

- What?

- You've got some froth...

So, what do we do now?

Well,

I suppose we could pay

a surprise visit to Ophelia.

Who's Ophelia?

My fiancee.

There's still some...

I'd heard British chicks were dogs,

but she's hot.

Yes, she is pretty.

That black dress really suits her.

Jolitorax...

What a jolly surprise.

I'm frightfully happy too.

But no effusiveness.

I'm on a mission for the Queen.

Since I was in Londinium

I wanted you to meet...

Goudurix. Cool.

Okay you, calm down!

She's his fiancee. Show some respect.

- Forgive him, he's young.

- It's of no importance.

Asterix. At your service.

Pleased to meet you.

Very pleased.

- My friends are...

- Gauls.

We guessed as much.

By the accent?

No, by the smell.

Mother and Father are away,

but I insist you stay.

Miss Macintosh and I

shall prepare a meal for you.

The energy in this town is amazing.

Oh, really?

You really feel like

anything's possible here...

You could meet fabulous people,

exchange ideas,

fall in love,

have intense but brief adventures...

You know, all that.

I hear you and your friend

have a little dog.

You didn't bring it?

No.

What's this?

Illegal Gauls

with a secret weapon in a barrel?

Yes. We're arresting all Gaul residents.

Women and children too.

We'll burn their houses down.

- No. We need to find the barrel.

- But how?

Use your heads...

Where is the best place to hide a tree?

A forest!

So the best place

to hide a barrel would be...

An inn!

Search every cellar

of every inn in Londinium

and confiscate every barrel!

What about the tree?

Find that barrel!

I'll have you boiled

and served to the lions with mint sauce!

I don't think she likes me.

Who's that?

Miss Makichtok. She doesn't like me.

With her looks she shouldn't be picky.

It doesn't show much

that you and Ophelia are engaged.

I'd say it doesn't show at all.

That's because we Britons

are sticklers for proprieties.

A gentleman

must never, under any circumstance,

compromise his fiancee

by being too... how should I put it?

Overbearing.

Unescorted visits must be rare

and last only a fleeting moment.

And when was your last one?

Last year.

I see.

I say, when Ophelia

invited us to stay, I hesitated.

But I'm glad

I had the audacity to accept.

Would you have the audacity

to pass the salt?

Sorry.

You really like

Miss What's-Her-Face?

Then give her a present.

It always works.

That's a good idea.

I know...

In the name of Rome, open up!

Search the inn!

Legionaries!

There's a secret weapon

in one of these barrels.

To find it, we will apply

methodology and rigour.

You make a hole, you taste.

If anything tastes suspicious,

let us know.

Otherwise, mark the barrel

and move on to the next.

Is that clear?

On my command!

Action!

The rhododendrons

have come on nicely this year.

Oh, really?

The begonias too.

But not the sunflowers.

I'm terribly sorry to hear it.

That must've taken ages to make.

The Macintoshes have been working

on this tapestry for five generations.

I see.

When it's finished,

it will be my family's pride and joy.

The energy in this town

really is amazing...

Sorry.

Sorry to burst in on you.

The Romans seized

the barrel of magic potion!

If you want to find it,

it has "Relax" written on it.

Ave, Claudius Lapsus, let me taste.

No, it's my barrel.

It's not yours, it's everybody's.

Hey, you!

Come here.

- Do I knock him out?

- Yes, quietly.

Obelix, quietly!

I understood.

Very good.

You're a swell pal.

Come on, we've no time to lose.

I can drink this,

I didn't fall into it.

Over here.

Take them all. We'll sort them later.

Obelix, help us.

I don't believe it.

I just tasted a tiny bit.

Hardly at all.

Like the great Caesar said,

we are here to promote

the values of our grand civilisation.

But we will not succeed

if the natives perceive us as enemies.

The Britons are proud.

Treat them with courtesy.

Show them we are a great nation.

Here's an opportunity to demonstrate.

A jolly good day

and all that sort of thing,

British friends.

You see? If we don't,

we have a fat chance.

Who called me fat?

Who called me fat?

Who called me fat?

Obelix!

Goodness gracious.

An abandoned cart...

A pure stroke of luck for a cart thief!

Bravo, Obelix! Good job blending in.

Run, Jolitorax!

Sorry, Asterix, a gentleman never runs.

Excuse me, you didn't see a...

- You're a Gaul!

- Yes, but not from Lutetia.

What're you doing here?

Looking for a barrel.

Did you see...

I love Gauls!

You're so much more fun than Britons.

Thanks... Oh really?

You don't have a pigeonhole

where I could reach you?

It's one of the Gauls.

Pick him up!

Sir Jolitorax!

Something unspeakable has happened.

I say, calm down, Miss Macintosh.

It's frightful!

Miss Ophelia has disappeared.

Calm down, dear lady.

And worse yet, with Goudurix!

They wanted to take a stroll

on the beach.

Naturally, I flatly refused.

But that devil Goudurix

stole a cart and...

and the two of them ran off!

Very well. I shall handle this.

Which way did they go?

That way.

Oh, I'm awful.

No, no. You're doing great.

Why didn't you help them

search for the barrel of magic potion?

You're my magic potion.

How sweet of you.

It's not sweet, it's true.

Their potion has nothing to do

with strength.

Really?

Then what is strength about?

This...

That's not appropriate.

You Brits are so uptight.

Chicks are easier in Lutetia.

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