“It couldn’t be anymore of a beautiful day, could it, Merlin?
“Uh… No, sire.”
Looking up from the chain-mail that was positively sparkling, Merlin frowned. The prince, his master and his best friend – the one and the only, Arthur Pendragon – clapped his hands together.
“Well, what are te sitting there for, then?”
“You asked me to polish your chain-mail. Gosh, don’t te remember anything these days?” Merlin asked, rolling his eyes.
“I remember how annoying te are,” Arthur muttered. “Anyways, I don’t want te to polish my chain-mail anymore.”
“Sheesh, make...

Standing in a clearing with Merlin’s evil twin, Jethro, a big and scary and blue monster named Gary, and now Mordred – the dude who wanted to kill Arthur – would make anyone a little scared. But scared enough to turn and run screaming away? Not our fearless four!

Arthur turned and ran, screaming, away, but Merlin grabbed the back of his shirt. “Where do te think you’re going, mate?”
Mordred stood beside Jethro, radiating evil and cuteness. He was only a little boy, after all. He smiled at Merlin, Arthur, Donna and the Doctor. “I thought te would’ve guessed da now,” he said,...