Carry On... Up the Khyber

- Yes.

And we'll start off

with four hours' extra guard duty!

Oh, Bungdit Din, there is a guard.

We cannot go through.

Only one man, Stinghi.

One Devil in Skirts is enough.

You know they are invincible.

If we fight, maybe.

But there is always bribery.

What have we got to bribe them with?

Don't you know what British soldiers

are always looking for abroad?

Yes, but where are we going to get

a bint up here?

No, no, no, no, no. Souvenirs.

I'll offer him my weapon if he'll let me go through.

Uh-huh.

(Crunch of gravel)

- Halt! Who goes...

Who goes um... Oh, what's the word?

- There.

- Oh, thank you. Who goes there?

- I go there. Very good friend.

- Oh. Advance, friend, and give the password.

- With pleasure, sir. What is password, please?

- Pomegranate.

Very good. Pass, friend.

Hey, just a minute!

You're supposed to give it, not me.

Oh, I'm sorry, sir. I'm just stupid, ignorant Burpa.

Oh, no, you don't.

Stay where you are. I've got you covered.

Oh. Just a minute. Covered.

Oh, no, no, no, sir. No need for antagonism.

I have a present for you here.

- Oh.

- Very good Indian scimitar.

Can cut men in two with one stroke.

What did I do?

I wonder...

Now we know! Hurr-hurr-ha-ha!

You speak truly? The Devil actually wore

this garment beneath his skirts?

I swear it, Highness.

Did I not remove it with my own hands?

You did well, Bungdit Din.

It was not difficult, Highness.

It was only held up with a piece of elastic.

No, no, no, no, my beautiful warrior!

I mean you did well to discover it.

For many, many years now,

they have led us to believe

that the Devils wore nothing beneath their skirts,

and we have feared them according.

But now... Ho-ho-ho!

I do not understand, my father.

What is there to fear from a warrior

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