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- The scene where Brother Gilbert sits on Draco, who has disguised himself as a white boulder. Gilbert is attempting to write a song about Bowen, and taps his quill on Draco's head to sharpen the point. The "boulder" opens one eye in surprise and annoyance, creating a bit of visual hilarity.
- And when the villagers decide to sacrifice Kara (who is a rebellious troublemaker) to Draco in order to get him to leave. The following exchange happens between Bowen and Draco.
Draco: Who's the girl? |
- Later on when Bowen comes to check up on them, Draco admits to being... distracted.
- Draco diving out of the lake after being "killed" by Bowen and seeing a herd of sheep: "Well hello, my pretties." Dinner ensues.
- The third attempt at fake dragon slaying, with Kara trying to reason to the villagers they're frauds and Brother Gilbert suddenly coming to Bowen's rescue of his daring fighting prowess (who has no idea of their bargain after their standstill).
Kara: Don't you see? He's in league with the dragon! |
- Then there was the actual crossbow attempt, which goes well... until Draco hits shallow water head first.
Bowen: *whispers* Come on sink! SINK! |
- And the amused look on Kara's face upon seeing this.
- And the piece of resistance: all the villagers chasing the dragon for 'meat', prompting him to fly away for his life (and in turn blowing the ruse)
- There's a very quick bit when he's running across the shallow water, and suddenly stumbles and falls into a dip in the lake bed. The snarl he lets out seems to be about half, "Dammit, I fell!" and half "Oh, sure, here it's deep!"
- It gets even better: After Draco flies off, the villagers turn and start advancing on Bowen and company, while still chanting the word "meat."
- Draco and Bowen's Mexican Standoff.
- It goes on for so long that Brother Gilbert, who up until this point has been zealously reciting the fight in poetry, can't stop himself from yawning.