Unidentified Flying Oddball Page #4

With your permission, may I suggest

we put an end to this travesty?

Agreed. Take him away.

- Wait a minute!

I can tell you how the Crusades come out!

Mordred tries to take over your kingdom!

Maybe with a little historical licence,

I can help you out, King!

I'm very good with a screwdriver!

Just listen...

Food for Sir Mordred's latest prisoner!

Sandi... over here.

Thing... I hardly recognised you

without your head on!

Stop with that "thing" thing. This is getting

serious. I'm gonna be burned at the stake.

Can you believe that?

Me, burned at the stake?

I heard. But, see, I've brought you something.

Clarence's hammer -

to free you from your chains.

You did all this for me?

- Well, you've harmed no one.

You should be set free to return

to your natural habitat.

You mean the USA.

- Yeah, mm.

Or the sky. Wherever you like it best.

When you get an idea in your head,

you don't let go. Look at me closely.

Do I look like a monster to you?

Not any more, but you did when

you came out of your shell breathing smoke.

No, that was steam. It was as hot as an oven

in the capsule when I re-entered.

How does an ordinary man live in an oven?

This is a special suit. It resists heat.

Its even got its own temperature control -

like a built-in air-conditioning system.

Now, between that and the asbestos mater...

Asbestos material!

I need a match.

Didn't that hurt?

- No, no. Here, hold that candle.

And that doesn't either!

I must go now.

- No reason to be afraid. I'll be safe.

This material is a mixture of

a silicate of calcium and magnesium.

It doesn't conduct heat!

Now do you understand?

Of course.

No, Sandi, I'm no different from you

or anybody... Ow!

(GROANING)

What was that?

- Next room.

The man's got growing pains.

It can't last for long.

Are you all right?

Who... Who asks such a stupid question?

Tom Trimble. I'm Sir Mordred's prisoner.

- Satan himself.

He wants me to confess I killed

one of his deer.

If I confess to his charge...

.. I must forfeit all my properties to him.

It is my only legacy

to my beloved daughter Alisande.

Are you Sandi's father?

- You... You know my daughter?

Yes, yes!

- Poor child must think me dead.

Actually she thinks you're a goose.

- A goose? Her own father?

She must get word to our sovereign.

- Don't worry.

After I'm burned,

I'll tell the whole story to King Arthur.

Would it not show more foresight

to tell him BEFORE the burning?

I had troubling dreams

when I did sleep, Gawain.

Tell me, was it the Wright brothers

who discovered radio?

I think not, Your Highness. That was.. er...

That was Babe Ruth.

And Uncle Milty was... will be

the first man to fly, correct?

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