[yelling] [thundering noise of feet] [dramatic music] [more yelling] Ah, this one is for your mother! [twong] No, not the curtains, lad. All that you can see! Stretched out over the hills and valleys of this land! This'll be your kingdom, lad! I think I'll go for a walk. Oh, yes. Saint Iiiives. Hello! Oh, yes, of course. I thought you meant him. Y'know, it seemed a bit daft, me havin' to guard him when he's a guard. [clop clop whinny] Firstly, you must find... another shrubbery! [dramatic chord] What is that?