The Reluctant Dragon Page #2

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- At you.

As I ramp and I roar, I cut quite a figure.

Sir Giles has a spear just like this,

only bigger.

I get set for the charge and...

Did you say spear?

Yes, spear.

Oh, dear.

No. I'll get hurt. I won't do it. Good day.

Just a second, old chap.

We might fix it this way.

You mean:

Quite so.

But are you sure it's quite honest?

Just a second, we'll look.

Nothing against it here in the book.

No, nothing against it here in the book.

If it looks like a battle,

I'm sure it's all right.

Very well, then, it's settled.

Tomorrow, we fight.

- Good night.

- Good night.

- Good night.

- Good night.

- Good night.

- Good night.

There's going to be a fight

There's going to be a fight

A fight.

Boy. Sir Giles. Wait a minute.

Oh, wait, please.

Oh, why don't

I keep my big mouth shut?

So the next day, the villagers gathered

to see the valiant knight

engage the bloodthirsty Dragon

in a battle to the finish.

- So I am getting 20-to-1 on Sir Giles.

- That's twopence on the Dragon.

All right, on the Dragon.

Twopence on the Dragon.

You're a smart one.

Balloons. Only a bit for a balloon.

They're amusing, inexpensive.

A nice side seat and a nice side spot.

Here now, mind your step, lady.

Mind your step.

Look, the Dragon ain't got a chance.

Aye, he'll do the Dragon in.

Hooray, Sir Giles! Hooray!

It's no use.

You might as well

tell the people to go away.

I can't do it.

- Oh, but try again.

- You've got to be mad to breathe fire.

But I'm not mad at anybody.

But try real hard. Concentrate.

Not very good, is it?

Nope. Too bad you're not a real dragon

instead of a punk poet.

Punk poet?!

Oh, say that again.

- Punk poet.

- Again.

- Punk poet!

- Again.

Punk poet!

- Oh, I'm mad, I'm mad!

- Punk poet! Punk poet! Punk poet!

Punk poet!

Oh, again, again!

Punk poet!

By Jove.

Hooray for the Dragon!

Hooray! Hooray! Hooray!

Dragon.

Dragon.

Extraordinary.

Why, he's disappeared.

- Here I am.

- Oh, so you are.

- Am I doing all right?

- I say, old boy.

Stop acting the silly ass, will you?

Help! Oh, no!

Oh, help!

- I say, you hack...!

- No, no stop it!

- Oh, no, stop! Stop it! Oh, no, you can't!

- That's it. Steady now.

- You can't do that!

- Raise the gate. Raise the gate. Hey.

No, no, no. No, fire.

It's horrible, ain't it?

- Oh, no!

- Help, please.

One lump or two? Help!

Don't mind if I do.

- Hey, you vulgar...!

- Help! Help!

Now I'll chase you.

- Help! Oh, no, no, no.

- Hey!

- Help!

- Steady now.

Hey, Sir Giles.

Egad.

Hooray, Sir Giles! Hooray!

Hooray, Dragon! Hooray!

Hooray, Sir Giles!

Hooray, Dragon!

Hooray, Sir Giles! Hooray, Dragon!

Hooray, Sir Giles! Hooray, Dragon!

Hooray, Sir Giles! Hooray, Dragon!

- Help!

- Take that!

- Horrible!

- Hey, cut it out! No, no, no.

- Help!

- Take that!

- Stop it. Oh, no.

- Stay the game.

The time has come, you know.

- You mean I die now?

- Oh, yes, indeed.

As per agreed,

we'll seal our pact, old thing.

Take that!

- Hooray!

- Hooray for Sir Giles!

And so as per agreed,

Sir Giles completely reformed

this ferocious dragon,

whereupon the satisfied villagers

welcomed him into society.

Speech, speech, speech!

I promise not to rant or roar

and scourge the countryside anymore.

For he's a jolly good fellow.

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