"And that, my liege, is how we know the Earth to be banana-shaped." The youma named Bedevere prattled on. The two kings had tried to dodge the persistent creature but hadn't been able to get rid of him. He had felt personally responsible for almost getting one of his kings killed and had insisted that he be allowed to 'tag along'.
"Would you like me to explain how sheeps' bladders may be employed to prevent earthquakes, my leige?"
"No." Kunzite growled.
Suddenly Zoisite perked up. "Look, Kunzito-sama!"
"Nephlyte's castle! Nephy's Lot!"
"It's only a model." The youma grumbled, angry at having been interrupted.
As they approached the castle they began to realize that something was amiss. Suddenly a horde of youma jumped out and began to sing and dance.
Singing Youma:
We're knights of the dinner table We dance when e'er we're able We do routines and parlour scenes With footwork impecc-Able. We dine well here on Nephy's lot We eat ham and jam and spam a lot We're knights of the Dinner Table Our shows are for-mid-able Oh many times we're given rhymes That are quite unsing-able We not so fat in Nephy's lot We sing from the diaphragm a lot Oh we're tough and able Quite indefatigable Between our quests we impersonate Clark Gable It's a bit too loud in Nephy's lot I have to push the pram a lot.
Kunzite grabbed a hold of the smaller king and began to slowly back away. "Well, on second thought, let's not go to Nephy's lot-- it is a silly place."
"Right."
The trio fled into the coming night.
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"Kunzito-sama! These shoes are pinching my FEET!"
"Look, there's nothing I can do about it right now, okay!"
"You're so mean to me!"
"Would you rather be in a leotard?"
"Ewww no!"
"Then be thankful that you aren't!"
They're argument was cut short when the clouds suddenly parted and an evil essence glared down at them. Both kings immediately recognized the entity and Kunzite dropped to his knees. Zoisite steadfastly refused to get his dress dirty in such a manner and settled for looking somewhat awed.
"Zoisite! Kunzite, Kings of the Dark Kingdom! Oh, don't grovel! If there's one thing I can't stand, it's people groveling!" Metallia shouted out.
Kunzite got to his feet. "Sorry--"
"And don't apologize. Every time I try to talk to someone it's "sorry this" and "forgive me that" and "I'm not worthy". What are you doing now!?" Metallia shouted.
"I'm averting my eyes, great ruler." Kunzite replied.
"Well, don't. It's like those miserable prayers Beryl's always reciting to me -- they're so depressing. Now knock it off!"
"Yes, Empress."
"Right! Kunzite, King of the Dark Kingdom -- you and your fellow kings shall have a task to make them an example in these dark times."
"Good idea, Empress!" Zoisite sneered under his breath.
"Course it's a good idea!" Metallia snapped. "Behold! Kunzite, this is the Holy Cape. Look well, Kunzite, for it is your sacred task to seek this Cape. That is your purpose, Kunzite-- the Quest for the Holy Cape."
"Ooohhh! Must find the Holy Cape!" Kunzite murmured as he stared at the vision of the flowing white cape.
"Uh, Kunzito-sama? Kunzy? KUNZITE!" Zoisite screeched.
"Huh? Oh, come on, we mustn't disappoint our empress."