Following Tim the enchanter youma the kings head towards a rock face with caves in it. Tim gives the signal for quiteness.
"Behold the Cave of Caerbannog!" He whispered.
Bones littered the ground before the cave but no sign of the monster could be seen. Mists floated about the cave and silence reigned.
Kunzite drew his sword. "Keep me covered." He whispered to his fellow kings.
"What with?" Zoisite whispered.
"Just keep me covered!" Kunzite snapped.
Tim shook his head. "Too late."
Kunzite ducked back down. "What?"
"There it is!" Tim shouted.
Peering over their rock they stared the entrance to the cave. A large pink rabbit lolloped a few yards out of the cave but that was all.
"Where?" Kunzite asked.
"There!" Tim shouted, pointing.
Kunzite peered over the rock again and frowned. "Behind the rabbit?"
"It IS the rabbit!" Tim shouted.
Kunzite snorted. "You silly sod."
"What?"
"You got us all worked up!" Zoisite shrieked, smacking Tim on the back of the head.
Tim stammered for a moment. "That is not an ordinary rabbit! Tis the most foul cruel and bad tempered thing you ever set eyes on!"
"You tit! I soiled my uniform I was so scared!" Nephlyte whined.
"That rabbit's got a vivious streak! It's a killer! She'll do you up a treat mate!" Tim shouted at Nephlyte.
"Oh yeah?" Nephlyte growled back.
"Look. I'm warning you." Tim huffed.
"What's she do? Nibble your bum?" Zoisite asked with a laugh.
"Well, it's go huge. . .very sharp. . .it can jump a. . . look at the bones!" Tim tried in vain.
Kunzite snorted. "Go on, Bedevere. Chop its head off." He ordered.
The youma hesitated for a moment then nodded. "Right, silly little bleeder. One rabbit stew coming up!"
When the youma got close to the pink rabbit she suddenly stood up and produced a long rod. The pointy haired creature shouted out something that had to do with pink sugar and attack. The youma shrieked as hearts bounced off his forehead. He began shaking and before anyone could think to do anything he exploded in a mist of sweet and low.
Kunzite gasped. "Je. . sus Christ!"
"I warned you!" Tim chuckled. "Did I tell you? Did you listen to me? Oh no, no you knew better didn't you? No it's just an ordinary rabbit isn't it? The names you called me. Well don't say I didn't tell you!"
"Oh shut up." Kunzite growled. "Charge!" He ordered. The four knights raced down towards the rabbit. The rabbit screamed and started randomly shooting pink hearts at them. . Screaming, all the four could do was dodge and try to hit it. Finally Kunzite had enough. "Run away! Run away!" He shouted as he lead the way back to their hiding place.
"Well, we'll not risk another frontal assault. That rabbit's dynamite." Kunzite mumbled when they had all calmed down.
"Would it help to confuse him if we ran away more?" Nephlyte asked.
"Shut up." Kunzite growled.
Zoisite thought for a moment. "Let's taunt it. It may become so cross that it will make a mistake!"
"Like what?" Jedite asked crossly.
"Do we have any bows?" Kunzite asked.
"No." Was the reply.
"We have the Holy Hand Grenade." Jedite pointed out.
Kunzite turned on the younger king. "The what?"
Jedite shrugged. "The Holy Hand Granade of Antioch. Tis one of the sacred relics brother Maynard always carries with him."
Kunzite leaned over to Zoisite. "Who's brother Maynard?"
"I dunno." The blond replied.
Jedite turned and shouted out. "Bring up the Holy Hand Grenade!"
There was a slight pause then a small group of youma dressed as monks appeared walking towards the kings. The head monk carried a golden box. When they reached the kings they stopped and Kunzite was handed the box. Opening it he pulled out the Holy Hand Grenade.
"How does it. . . errr. . .work?" He asked turning towards Jedite.
"I know not." Jedite admited. He turned to Brother Maynard. "Consult the Book of Armaments."
Brother Maynard opened a large leather bound book. "Armaments Chapter Two Verses Nine to Twenty One. And St. Attila raised his hand grenade up on high saying 'O Lord bless this thy hand grenade that with it thou mayest blow thine enemies to tiny bits, in thy mercy.' And the the Lord did grin and people did feast upon the lambs and sloths and carp and anchovies and orangutans and breakfast cereals and fruit bats and. . ."
"Skip a bit please." Jedite advised.
"Er. . .oh yes. . . and the Lord spake, saying, "First shalt thou take out the Holy Pin, then shalt thou count to three, no more, no less. Three shalt be the number thou shalt count, and the number of the counting shalt be three. Four shalt thou not count, neither count thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to three. Five is right out. Once the number three, being the third number be reached then lobbest thou thy Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch towards thou foe, who being naughty in my sight, shall snuff it."
Kunzite glanced at Jedite then shruged. Pulling out the pin he began to count. "One, two, five. . ."
"Three dear!" Zoisite corrected.
"Three!" Kunzite lobbed the grenade at the rabbit. There was a large explosion and bits of rabbit flew about.
And there was much rejoicing.
