Justin and the Knights of Valour Page #2

Oh, and jewellery too. Nice crown.

- What are you wearing?

- Oh, you noticed.

One of my own creations. D'you like it?

Being a soldier doesn't mean you can't

have good taste, POWER and style.

We need an army.

OK. Don't make yourself comfortable, Sota.

You and your half-wit brothers have a busy night tonight.

Tonight?

What you think of this?

Is it grown up enough for my coming of age party?

Yes! You look like a princess.

Nah! My dress has to be perfect.

People are coming from all over the kingdom.

Sebastian, please find something really stunning.

Lara, do you remember how,

even in kindergarten, I wanted to be a knight?

Uh, that is so last decade.

Well, yes, call me old fashioned.

But now I actually have a chance

of making that dream come true.

So, don't tell anyone, but

I won't be able to come to school with you.

Are you crazy? That's terrible!

I know, dearest. It's hard for me too.

In fact, there is a possibility I might never return.

- You're not serious!

- Yes, I am.

I could end my days in a stinky

dungeon or burnt by a dragon.

Now, that's so... hot!

Yes, at least 2,000 degrees... They say.

Danger will be my constant companion.

- That, and my devotion to you.

- What is this?

Of course!

A knight always carries a token of his lady's love.

A sock? Well...

I'll always keep it with me.

And one day I'll give it back to you.

Is that fool still here? Ah, sorry, dearest.

Now I need to try on my intimate things.

- Underwear.

- Oh, oh, sorry!

I shall return from my quest when you come of age.

And as a knight, that's my promise.

What just happened there, Sebastian?

I believe Master Justin has just left

with one of miss Lara's socks.

That's nice.

Uhm dear, this life is going to be the death of me.

Yoohoo!

Come on you idiot!

Nice catch.

Control your pet. We're on a mission

not a dog show.

Drop it, Skipper. Drop it, Skipper.

Good horsey!

Yoohoo!

Calculating the vector squared

by the wind speed... You, Champ.

Fifteen degrees south by southwest. - Huh?

I mean that way!

Here's the plan.

When we free the first group, Champ will bring them up.

Copas, you and me...

- You got to stay off the fizzy stuff, Copas.

- It was him!

Oh yes, we are 'The Four Fantastiques'.

Okay, action!

Now, you pinhead!

- No, no, no!

- Yes, yes, yes!

Perfect timing. I'll toast to that.

Come on Skipper!

I am looking for men. Real Men.

To join a cause.

In exchange for getting out of

here and a mountain of gold.

Lead them out.

Okay, a few thoughts...

Some curtains with vertical stripes,

will make the corridor look higher.

And maybe some flowers.

Nothing like flowers to brighten up a jail.

- Wouldn't you say?

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