An Apology...

I just wanted to apologise for the fact that the final part of 'Damsel in Distress' isn't yet up on this blog and on SoundCloud. It will be finished in the next week, I promise!

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Final Episode of 'Damsel in Distress'

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Bye for now!

The next episode of Crookback and Plunkett and the Damsel in Distress is here!

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Crookback and Plunkett and the Damsel in Distress, Episode 2

Princess Marigold had woken up rather early the previous day. After dressing and brushing her long blonde hair, she found herself at a rather loose end. She wasn’t fond of all the usual princess- like activities, such as sewing, painting and looking pretty, all of which her father regularly encouraged. Instead, she liked practising fencing and riding her horses, both of which her father found rather un- ladylike and therefore actively discouraged. But King Anthony loved his daughter and put up with her tomboyish antics.

On this particular day, everyone else had gone out to attend to their royal duties and she had no-one to accompany her out on her horses or to the fencing arena. It was seen as very dangerous for a beautiful young princess to do either of these activities alone. She was usually flanked by two big, strong guards, who made sure any over- zealous suitors or would- be kidnappers stayed a safe distance away. Today, all the guards had gone out with other members of the family and she was under strict instructions to stay at home. Marigold was not very good at staying at home and doing nothing, so within about an hour, she had decided that she could sit around no longer. She pulled on her brother’s boots and headed out towards the stables.

Flamaban the dragon knew that everyone was scared of him. He had a reputation for being big, ferocious and having particularly hot fire- breath. The entire kingdom knew of his huge hoard of treasure that he guarded fiercely. He was mean and nasty and terrifying! The problem was that this really wasn’t true. You see, no-one knew that he wasn’t actually the original Flamaban, the dragon who had created such a fearsome reputation for himself. He was, in fact, Flamaban’s nephew, Flamaban the Second, and he wasn’t like his Uncle at all. He was gentle and kind and just wanted to be friends with everyone. But poor Flamaban didn’t have any friends. He just sat in his cave surrounded by all his Uncle’s treasure, wishing he had a friend who he could invite round for a cup of tea and a chat. Most dragons don’t drink tea, but Flamaban rather liked it. He didn’t mind that it put out his fire- breath, because he had never used it. In fact, he found it an inconvenience, especially when he accidentally set fire to the flowers he had planted in the mouth of his cave or burned his own eyelashes. On the same morning that Marigold decided to go on her own to see her beloved horses, Flamaban decided he had had enough. He decided that if no- one liked him, he would have to do something about it. So he made his way to the mouth of his cave, flapped his giant wings, and, with a roar of desperation and loneliness, flew into the distance. He would find someone to be his friend.

A few hours later, Marigold was galloping along on her favourite horse, Horatio, with the wind blowing in her hair, feeling happy and full of life. She was going so fast and having such a lovely time, she didn’t hear the sound of a large, scary dragon swooping towards her, before it was too late...

Montmerency sped across the landscape, towards the wicked Flamaban’s lair. He felt proud and noble, just how a knight should. His helmet shone in the sunlight and the wind whistled through the gaps in his armour. Soon, he could see the entrance to Flamaban’s cave in the distance. The newspaper report had told how Marigold had disappeared from the castle the previous day and was thought to have been plucked from her horse by Flamaban. On its return to the stables, the horse’s mane was found to have been slightly singed, which pointed towards the dragon as the culprit for the kidnapping. Montmerency just hoped he had got to the cave in time to rescue the beautiful maiden. He slowed the horse to a standstill and prepared to dismount. But what was that he could see coming over the horizon? It appeared to be a short fat horse, ridden by a rider of the same description. Surely it couldn’t be Percival? As the figure came closer, his fears were realised as he recognised without doubt the portly frame of his rival.

‘What are you doing here?’ asked Montmerency, as Percival drew nearer.

‘I’m here to rescue the princess of course!’ replied the stouter of the two.

‘No you’re not!’ exclaimed Montmerency. ‘I was here first and you wouldn’t have heard about the Princess if it wasn’t for me!’

‘I am also a knight and I deserve a fair chance at saving a young lady in need,’ said Percival, ‘and anyway....’ Percival paused and looked up. Montmerency had disappeared inside the cave! Kicking his horse into action, Percival followed him at a pace. He reached Montmerency just as he had arrived in the main room of Flamaban’s cave complex. Montmerency had come to a sudden stop at the sight that met him inside the cave.

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Episode One of 'Crookback and Plunkett and the Damsel in Distress is here!

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Crookback and Plunkett and the Damsel in Distress, Episode One

In a lonely valley somewhere very far away, two castles stood on opposite sides of a small river, over which stretched a rickety wooden bridge. One of the castles was very tall and thin, with crooked, grey stone turrets and a dried up moat. The other was rather low and round, with a huge mahogany door and a portcullis. Outside the first castle stood a thin, off- white horse, quietly grazing on the grass. Outside the second castle, a chubby, young brown pony trotted towards its feeding trough. These castles were the homes of Montmerency Crookback and Percival Plunkett, two knights who had an ongoing feud over the ownership of the bridge which separated their land, as well as disagreeing over most other things that you can imagine, usually just for the sake of it.

Montmerency was very tall and thin, just like his castle. He had unkempt grey hair, a long bony nose and big sideburns. He liked to think of himself as very noble and had developed a particular way of walking which, he believed, reflected this. His trousers were always too short for him due to the remarkable length of his legs and he often sported a top hat. Percival also matched his castle, because he was very short and fat, with rosy cheeks and a brown moustache. He didn’t have any hair, apart from a little bit around the sides and back of his head. His large bald patch was usually shiny and turned red when he got irate, which was a fairly regular occurrence. He was a pompous fellow who took pride in his appearance, wearing all the latest fashions, albeit in a rather large size.

One summer’s day, Montmerency was sitting outside his castle on a very old, striped deckchair, reading the local newspaper, ‘The Knightly Record’. His eye was immediately drawn to an interesting looking article on page two, which was a story about a local Princess called Marigold. She had been captured by the most ferocious dragon in the whole world, Flamaban. His penchant for breathing fire and flapping his mighty wings at anyone who came near his cave was well known. He had a huge cave where he kept hundreds of gold pieces and many rare treasures, or so everyone had heard, although no- one seemed to have seen his riches with their own eyes.

Montmerency saw at once that he had a chance to become the bravest knight in all the kingdom and perhaps even win the love of the beautiful Marigold. Her beauty, wit and charm were known throughout the land and Montmerency knew that he could not woo her with his looks alone. No, only an act of bravery would be enough to impress her. He set about making preparations for the heroic rescue at once.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the river, across the rickety bridge, Percival Plunkett was practising his sword fighting. ‘Have at you!’ he cried, as he stabbed the end of his sword into a sack stuffed with feathers. ‘Die, you coward!’ he exclaimed. He had made the sack very tall and thin and had painted a face on it. He liked to think it looked rather like Montmerency. As he was taking a well needed break from his exertions, he happened to glance out of the window and saw, to his surprise, Montmerency, wearing full armour, attempting rather unsuccessfully to climb onto his horse. He hurried to the front door immediately. ‘I say, old chap!’ he called, trying to sound nonchalant. ‘You off somewhere interesting?’

‘What?’ replied Montmerency, as he raised his right leg up to the horse’s stirrup for the third time.

‘Well,’ continued Percival, ‘I happened to notice you were wearing your armour. Anything I can help with?’

‘You can help me get up on this blasted horse if you like!’ replied Montmerency, in an irritable tone.

Percival made his way quite slowly over the bridge dividing the two knights’ land. His lack of urgency enraged Montmerency all the more. ‘Come on then!’ he exclaimed. ‘I haven’t got all day! There’s a beautiful princess to be rescued!’

‘A what?’ said Percival.

‘Oh, nothing, my dear fellow! Be a good chap and give me a leg up then.’

‘Hang on there, Monty,’ continued Percival, ‘I’m sure you just mentioned a princess who needs rescuing. You wouldn’t be trying to hide anything like that from me, now would you? Surely, as a fellow knight, I deserve a fair chance to prove my worth and rescue a damsel in distress?’

‘Just help me up and I’ll tell you everything!’ said Montmerency, who hated being called ‘Monty’, especially by Percival.

Percival grudgingly got down on one knee and made a platform with his hands. Montmerency put his armour- clad foot into Percival’s upturned palm and raised his other leg toward the stirrup. Unfortunately, at this moment, with Montmerency’s weight pressing down on his knee, Percival crumpled into a quivering heap on the grass at the horse’s feet. Montmerency came crashing down on top of him.

‘You imbecile!’ cried Montmerency. ‘I should have known not to ask for your help, you clumsy oaf! Goodbye!’

With that, Montmerency climbed over Percival’s body, placed his left foot on top of his rivals’ shiny head and, using it as a stepping stone, dragged himself into the saddle. Without another word, he rode off at top speed.

Percival got up slowly, watching Montmerency and his bony steed galloping away into the distance, surrounded by a cloud of angry dust. As horse and rider disappeared over the horizon, he knew there was only one thing for it.  He simply had to get to the Princess before the other noble knight.

The First Story...

The first in the series of the Crookback and Plunkett series is...

'Crookback and Plunkett and the Damsel in Distress'!

The first episode is coming soon.

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