The Return of the King Arthur

# Every day you walk down the street Everybody that you meet

# Has an original point of view

-# And I say, hey!

-Hey!

# What a wonderful kind of day We can learn to work and play

# And get along with each other

# You gotta listen to your heart Listen to the beat

# Listen to the rhythm of the street

# Get together, make things better By working together

# It's a simple message And it comes from the heart

# Believe in yourself For that's the place to start

-# And I say, hey!

-Hey!

-What a wonderful kind of day

# We can learn to work and play And get along with each other

# What a wonderful kind of day, hey! What a wonderful kind of day, HEY! #

-Hey, DW!

-Hey...

Whoa!

Whoa! This fair is so cool! It's just like being in the Middle Ages.

Take notes on historical details.

They'll be useful when we compete in the games.

Get your haggis here! Fresh haggis! Two for a dollar!

"Haggis - two for a dollar." What's haggis?

There it is - the Golden Griffin,

the award given to to the class

which shows the greatest knowledge of medieval history.

Boy! Mr Ratburn sure wants to win that Golden Griffin!

We came SO close to winning last year. If we all try our hardest,

I'm sure this year we'll win.

I bet we can win,

because what class works as hard as WE do?

Glenbrook! Glenbrook! That's our school!

Glenbrook! Glenbrook! We will rule! Go, Glenbrook!

-It can't be!

-Ah, Ratburn! We meet again.

Mr Pryce-Jones, my old teacher!

Are you still at Glenbrook Academy?

They won't let me quit. After all, I am irreplaceable.

Huh...?

Oh...!

Oh, no!

We've won all the medieval fairs in Europe.

This little one should be a snap. Excuse me, sir - it's 10.14.

Time to prepare. See you at Merlin's Labyrinth, Ratburn.

Don't get lost along the way!

Have we ever played soccer against those guys? They seem familiar.

No way! I'd remember such a weird-looking bunch of kids.

The first to escape A point shall win

The other one shall perish within.

Remember, Chester - navigate by the sun and the tops of the trees.

Arthur, use your head.

On your marks, get set, hie thee hence.

That means go, kid!

Oh, no! Dead end!

Hmm! My shadow! Oh-h!

Oh! I guess I really used my head.

He or she who pulls the sword from the stone

truly is our king or queen. 'Tis an equal opportunity sword.

Keep moving.

All your might won't set it right A gentle hand will rule the land.

Arthur! Everyone's looking for you!

We lost at Merlin's Maze. Time for the next competition.

Beat THAT!

ALL GROAN AND STRAIN

Quick, lads and lasses! v=u+at - now!

I see they don't know Newton's formula for constant acceleration.

The clocks are ticking, Ratburn.

We're getting pulverized!

-We'll GIVE them the Golden Griffin.

-It's not our fault they're robots.

I feel sorry for them, having that guy for a teacher.

Mr Pryce-Jones was the best teacher I ever had. People say I'M tough...

-No!

-Who says that?

..But Mr Pryce-Jones made us learn Latin in third grade.

ALL CHANT: Sum, es, est. Sumus, estes, sunt.

Again!

Sum, es, est. Sumus, estes, sunt.

And at recess, he pushed us to the limits of our strength.

I learned a lot.

It makes me wonder sometimes if I'm not a tough enough teacher.

Mm! This capon is good. It tastes just like chicken.

Capon IS chicken!

I have an extra pudding for whoever can answer a trivia question.

ALL: Me, sir!

Commendable enthusiasm, children. But let Lakewood try first.

Who was the 16th king of England?

What? You mean you haven't taught them the song, Ratburn?

Winky, C-sharp, please.

# Here's a song That's more historical than musical

# To teach the kings of England In the order categorical...

# ..And now you know a wondrous thing

# All 42 English kings! # CHEERING

I know you don't agree with all of my teaching methods, Ratburn,

but they ARE more effective.

-The fact is, you can't beat us.

-You may be right, sir.

Did you hear that? If we lose,

Mr Ratburn may start teaching us like that! We must win something.

We can't beat them. Mr Pryce-Jones just said so and he's always right.

Well, there must be something here we're good at. ..Aha!

A mincemeat-pie-eating contest. No sweat, Buster.

-Are you hungry, champ?

-Yeah. Good thing I didn't win that pudding.

On your mark, get set...tuck in!

Must...eat...more!

Oh!

I don't understand. How can you keep eating? Where does it all go?

Over a few weeks, I've expanded my stomach with giant breakfasts.

I now have an 18-litre capacity. ..Pass the ice cream.

Ugh!

Lucky they had tennis in the Middle Ages. Muffy started playing aged 5.

Huh?! This isn't a regulation tennis ball! It weighs a ton!

It was used in the 16th century - like this racquet.

That junk?! It looks like Henry VIII could have used it!

It was used by Henry V. He was my great-great-great-great-great uncle.

You can do it, Brain! I know you can! No-one's smarter!

The wheel of Fortuna is constantly spinning

Someone is losing and someone is winning!

All right. For 20 points, what do all the planets revolve around?

The sun! That was easy! I'm sorry!

The correct answer is the Earth. Those points go to IQ.

Huh? But that's wrong!

You must give the answers that were thought correct in the Middle Ages.

-Well, we've lost for sure now. May as well get something to eat.

-Eat?!

-You just had six pies!

-I feel empty.

You go ahead. There's something I want to do.

Why...won't you...move?

From your results, Mr Pryce-Jones,

I know the children would benefit if you taught them.

Well, it's a generous offer. I'll consider it.

Arthur! Wanna try a unicorn dog? It tastes like capon.

I just heard Principal Haney talking with Mr Pryce-Jones.

-I think he wants to replace Ratburn with him!

-We disgraced Mr Ratburn.

Mr Pryce-Jones will probably hold us back for years

to teach us over and over again.

All that's left is a castle-building contest. Maybe we can win that.

-Hmm. Excellent crenellations.

-Huh? ..Oof!

Smooth! Well, I must say, this is a very creative piece of work.

He really likes it. I think we won.

But the contest is for the most historically accurate castle,

-therefore I must award the prize to Glenbrook.

-Yeah!

You see, these arrow slits are much too wide.

And in Old English, Lakewood would have an E on the end.

I want you to know I'm very proud.

I'll have this castle put on display at school.

Mr Ratburn doesn't know he's fired.

I feel sorry for him.

Him?! What about us? My brain hurts just thinking about Mr Pryce-Jones.

Hey! Where's Arthur?

All your might won't set it right A gentle hand will rule the land.

Hey! I've got it!

Whoo!

Arthur! Would you quit playing with that stupid sword? We have to go.

We have a new king!

I hereby proclaim you, Arthur Read, king of the medieval fair.

ALL: Hip-hip-hooray!

Arthur out-thought not only all my students, but even me!

I couldn't budge that sword!

You taught him to think for himself. I couldn't have done it better.

Mr Haney, is Mr Pryce-Jones gonna teach us instead of Mr Ratburn?

Of course not! The only ones Mr Pryce-Jones will teach at Lakewood

are my niece and nephew - he'll be their private tutor.

I'm glad we don't have a tough teacher like Mr Pryce-Jones.

-I bet he gave those kids homework.

-Homework? Thanks for reminding me!

We lost a day of class. We need extra homework.

I'd like a written report on medieval times by Monday,

then a quiz on the rulers of England...

# And I say, hey!

# What a wonderful kind of day We can learn to work and play

# And get along with each other

# You gotta listen to your heart

# Listen to the beat Listen to the rhythm of the street

# It's a simple message And it comes from the heart

# Believe in yourself For that's the place to start

# And I say hey! Hey! What a wonderful kind of day

# We can learn to work and play And get along with each other

# What a wonderful kind of day HEY! #