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Drink this potion, my lord...

...and thou shalt descend|into the Mountain of Time.

Ohh! It smells awful.

You should not drink that.

What if you become a frog,|or goat's feet?

You are right.

Drink first, bastard.

And if you die,|I will avenge your death.

What are you doing in there?

Open this door!

Open this door!

It tastes like|the sh*t of the pork.

And he should know.

Ohh.

Per Horus et per Ra...

Et per Salem...

...invictus.

Ducere!

I forgot the grouse eggs.

Oh, it's a disaster.

I've lost them in|the corridors of Time.

Open this door!|Open this door!

Wow. Cool!

This is cool.

This is pretty cool, yeah.|Look at them!

Shh.

See the peasant|sleeping on the floor?

In those days,|people didn't think...

...that peasants deserved|any better than that...

...and they were considered|the property of their masters.

Now, the boss of this peasant|is the knight.

See how beautiful|the knight's clothing is?

Miss Rodett, that one is hot,|and it just snorted!

Now, Tammy,|that's impossible...

...because|they're just mannequins...

...and mannequins don't snort.

Well, that one just did.

No, because they're not real.

They're just like... dolls.

Aaah! Oh, sh*t!

What are you|doing in my chamber?

Aaaah!

Your chamber...

...has been cleaved in half,|my lord.

This is not the castle!

What?

Oh, look at this, my sire!

It is Satanic!

Ohh.

This is Hell,|and we are condemned souls.

Come. We shall find the prince|of this netherworld...

...and beg his mercy.

Wait for me, my lord!

Dr. Brady, come quick.

Two guys|with swords and armor...

Miller,|you're always overreacting.

Now, relax.

There's absolutely|no need to...

Police are on their way.

Peasant, please.

Show me the way out|of this prince castle!

Yes!

Pee-yoo!|Out this way.

They stink!|Have a nice day.

Bye. Good luck.|Wait!

Peasant! Wait! Stop!

What is this?|The Gates of Hell!

Look at its eyes of fire!

Dragon!|It's a red dragon!

Attack!

What the hell are you doing?

Take that, beast!

We have killed it!

Ah, yes.|It is no longer breathing.

God is punishing us|for practicing the Black Arts.

Let us pray for forgiveness.

Heavenly Father,|forgive us our sins.

We are so, so,|so, so, so... so sorry.

Dr. Brady?

Ah, Julia.|This is Julia Malfete...

...who heads up|the Medieval Art department.

She donated the famous|12th century castle exhibit.

Julia designed the exhibit|where we found the two men.

That stuff right there is|the result of the body search.

The big guy|had the gold coins...

...the sword, the shield,|and that ring.

The little guy|had the salt pork...

...the sausage, the dagger...

...a molar.

And that box...|which he probably stole.

Not from us.

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