(insert Angelic Chorus here)   ... The HOLY GRAIL!   "... I think I've just wet myself, Ashley..."

"Behold...

"The Chalice of Endless Power... The Goblet of Eternal Life...

"Eh?" "Pure of Heart?"..........

"YES! GIMME! GIMME! GIMME!" ... which only the truely pure of heart may touch, all others will be turned to dust..."

....."Yes, those of sweetness, light, goodness and innocence..."

"oh bugger... well, you first then Mary-Kate."

"No, no, Ashley - I insist; you first... shoot, who are we kidding... we're both dead if we touch it! We've been screwed again! "Ironic isn't it - those who desire the grail the most are the most unlikely to ever be able to hold it" "IRONIC! This is a bloody photostory with toys and dolls... this is no ****ing place for bloody Irony!"

"Thine slaughtering of the evil Nazi Olsens wast indeed an act of good..." "Woo hoo!" "But thine happy dance celebrations afterward and ongoing desire to slaughter younder Twins counteth against thou in the column of goodness." "Come again?" "No. But as for your sister, I forsee no reason why..."

"Well, perhaps it's an allegory for life then..." "An allegory for life! AN ALLEGORY FOR LIFE!!!!!! Don't give me that bull! You'll be telling us there's a ****ing moral to this story next! Why I'm gonna punch that damned bag of yours off your shoulders you... you..." "Easy, Mary-Kate, easy - he's not worth it." "Please, spooky White Guardian Miss... if the Olsens aren't worth, perhaps my sister and me..."

"erm... wellllll... I'm not sure; I have one or two slightly impure thoughts..." "I'm sure we all do, child, this is a Toyville Tale after all! Pray, confess them to me..."

"Well, ok... whisper whisper whisper..."

"OHMIGOD! You want to... with HIM? With a? Covered in? And then... ... NO! ENOUGH! You brazen hussy, Sandy Obitsu - I am surprised the Grail didn't vapourise you the moment you arrived!"

"oh... bum!."

"Wait a moment... if we're not worthy...

and the Obitsus aren't worthy... then there's no way in Hell that you're going to be able to have the Holy Grail, Baghead! Hahahahahahah! Sucker!" "Good point, Mary-Kate... and it would be a valid one too... if I was questing for THE Holy Grail. But I'm not - I'm searching for MY Holy Grail." "Eh!?"

"For thou art right! Lo and Behold, o'MiskatonicNick... thy quest is at an end..." "Woo hoo! An Amber Benson action figure... oh boy, I'm going to have some fun customising her up..." "HAHAHAHAHA! Hands off you bagheaded Freak! You can't disobey Ms. Benson! HAHAHAHAHA! You loose, you loose!" "C'mon Ashley, let's go home. Wow, I can't believe we actually won a Toyville tale!" "Well, we didn't actually..." "True, but we killed Britney, we didn't get killed... and we saw Mr Baghead defeated. That counts as a win in my book!" "Bye bye, Twins... bye bye... right, Pinky?"

"Hang on... what's this... heheheheh - look, Amber's written you a little message!" "Erm, sir... there's something..." "shhhhh, I know, quiet Pinky... let the Olsens have their little victory and leave happy..."

"There's something behind the Amber figure, sir... a DVD... "But, sir... wait...without you writing Toyville's very reality is falling apart."

"I know, the very very very rare Horny Old Toad remake of 'Ilsa, She-Wolf of the SS' starring Michelle Pfeiffer... well, what can I say; I'm hugely greedy in the Holy Grail dept... and sadly predictable. Well, I'm off to my home cinema room... and I may be gone sometime!"

"Eh? Oh... that's nothing to do with me... I left my usual co-writer in charge..."

... well, you know what they say; give and infinite number of chimps an infinite number of typewriters and they'll eventually write Shakespeare..."

"... but give one chimp a PC and MS Word for Windows and he'll toss out some half-baked Toyville plots!" ook ook ooook!* *trans. "That's All Folks!"

or is it...?

"Ze end? Oh, I zink not..."

"und now, Herr Baghead, you vill die und I, der Achtung Man vill be victorious! BWHAHAHAHAH...

"Yep. And I was also right about this story being a load of rubbish... that final monkey-writing-Toyville revelation didn't make any damned sense!" "Well... I don't know... it does explain why you tend to throw your faeces at passers-by?" THE END? Well, not quite... there's still the epilogue to go...

"Wow, you were right Clint - we did get to turn up within the last couple of frames and save the day!" "What? There's more... oh, crap..."