The Return of the Musketeers Page #2

A musketeer, brave

cloaks and bad manners.

Can't you swaggering sword bullies

even answer an honest question?

You're unarmed. I'm busy.

You're lucky.

Go away!

Where the devil

have you been anyway, huh?

Ten years ago I sent you out to buy

cheese. You never came back.

Well?

They were shut. Has he gone?

So, you cut purses now, do you?

I never. I was hungry.

I've been starving for years.

Oh, quiet! Quiet! Quiet.

Wait, wait.

[ groaning ]

Your fat carcass might be worth feeding

if you can tell me where I can find...

Monsieur Athos? Monsieur Porthos?

Uh-huh! Uh-uh!

Monsieur Aramis?

Mmm! Mmm!

Well, answer, you fowl feeder.

Monsieur Aramis is a priest in the

convent and the queen's confessor.

Dear Aramis, the duellist,

the lover, the dandy,

who always wanted to be a priest.

[ D'Artagnan ] So, you got your wish.

Well, come on, blubberguts.

Let's go and disturb him

at his devotions.

[ rooster crowing ]

[ giggling ]

[ dog whining ]

No, thank you.

[ man ]

Shhh! Shhh!

This is one conquest monsieur

l'abb won't live to boast about.

Come on, get up there.

I'm tired.

Oh, stop whining, Planchet.

Look, horsemen.

Oh, very good, master.

Let me at him first.

It's an ambush.

Yeah, it's an ambush.

Not for us, I'm afraid. It's a long

time since I was worth assassinating.

Oh!

[ woman laughing ]

[ woman ]

How was it for you?

Thought as much!

Oh!

[ dog whining ]

My husband?

You there, sir, be off

about your business.

Mind your manners.

Do you own the highway? What!

What do you want here?

Marguerite, what are you doing here?

Let me alone.

I can see what you're doing here.

Marguerite, stop talking, come here.

Stand in front of me.

All right, go and talk to him.

Ouch! Get away from me,

you hussy you!

[ grunting ]

Ow!

- Planchet, attack them! Attack them!

- I'd help if I could.

- Planchet, get stuck in!

- Get stuck in -- stick in -- Oh, no, no!

- ...Alone!

- Marguerite!

It is you!

Ow!

Sorry.

[ coughing ]

Ha-ha!

Get off!

There's no room.

Aramis!

D'artagnan!

Did you drop from heaven?

No, from paradise.

Whose side are you on?

Oh, thank god for that.

That way!

Quickly! Quickly!

[ laughing ]

Hey! Hey!

Come on!

Come on!

After them!

Come on, men!

Just here.

Planchet, get rid of the horses.

Ah, welcome to the convent of noisy.

Normally we'd enter by the door.

- [ wheezing ]

- [ mooing ]

Don't worry, they're all still

at prayers. I'm very strict.

[ hoofbeats ]

Can you see them?

There they go.

After them!

Huh?

Strange, when I was a musketeer,

I longed to be a priest.

Now I'm an abbe

and I miss the old days.

Then join me. Think of it,

the four of us together again.

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