A Russian and a Scotsman

"What do we do today?" Blue asked, waking up two of the knights from their half dead daze as Orange just rolled over and grumbled.

"I don't know, man. Sleep?" Green had just woken up and had the iconic 'I've-just-woken-up-screw-every-living-thing' voice but with a bit of hope when he mentioned slumber.

"Nah; we got to do something, we only got a quarter of our apples." He said, pointing to a pile of five apples.

"Hello there Princess." Orange mumbled in his sleep. "Come here. No it isn't a sword, I'm just happy to see you."

"Okay, odd; but still, sleep sounds good." Again, Red had just woken up and had the iconic 'I've-just-woken-up-screw-every-living-thing' voice but got a bit giddy when he mentioned sleep.

"It's like eleven, wake up!" Though he protest, they just went back to lying down and happily snoring.

"Just kidding about the happy thing," he chuckled in his sleep. "It is a sword!"

"Why am I the only sane person here?" Blue muttered to himself.

"Because you're Scottish!" Green shouted, trying to get to sleep.

"How does that make sense?"

"We'll, you got a Russian," pointing at the grinning Orange. "You got me being from London," Green tapped himself. "And you got him," pointing at Red. "Where is he from anyway?"

"Australia!" Red muttered.

"There you go."

"How did that help?"

"Well, a Scottish person can be the only sane person in a gang of a Londoner, a Russian and an Australian." He said, with a spite of sarcasm.

"That's true." Orange said, lying back himself, putting his hand behind is head.

"That'll teach you princess! No one screws with Orange!" He muttered, rolling over again.

"Wake him up?" Blue asked, looking in Red and Green's direction.

"Pedal to the metal version of 'hell yeah'" Red and Green shared a high five.

"Okay, how that we are all awake." Orange stood with his left foot on a rock and his head getting wishes of an arrow through it from the others. "What are we going to do today?"

"Get some new clothes?" Red said, pulling at the shirt of his suit. It was dirt and ragged. "I don't know about you guys but I would kill for a tuxedo or something instead of this rag." Flicking at the shirt.

"I must agree with Red, a new set of clothes would be nice." Green said, doing the same pulling and flicking Red did. "Seriously, it would be delightful."

"I saw a boutique in town when I searched." Blue said, already feeling it was a bad idea to wake up himself and everybody else.

"Guys, guys, guys! This is a boutique for the ponies in that town! I don't think a human could ask-"

"Sir." Blue raised his hand.

"Yes, Blue?"

"When I searched, she was serving a praying mantis."

"A praying mantis?" Orange said, scratching his head.

"Yeah, kitted out with top hat, tuxedo and that little ruffle thing on the front." He made a gesture, trying to make the 'ruffle thing on the front' but it made him like a squid.

"Okay fine, we all about the same size, right?" He made a quick comparison. "Yeah about. Though Blue is a bit wider than a few of us, we send him to the boutique."

"But Orange, we have no money." Red said.

"That is where we come in, we will steal the money until the day of the suits being finished."

"Uh?" The knights all made the noise.

"Ask that you will pay when they are made not upfront. Then we have time to get the money."

"You sure this will work?" Green titled his head, trying to figure out if Orange is a genius or just crazy.

"She served a praying mantis, she can serve him." Pointing at Blue.

"Okay, okay; how do we get the money?" Red said, raising his finger after the sentence.

"We'll, a suit is about five hundred quid right?" Green questioned, smirking as he did.

"Yeah, about." Orange responded with a questioning tone.

"Well, we are going to need two thousand quid or whatever is used here. So we better get started soon."

"We'll do it tomorrow, Blue," he pointed directly at him. "You go to the boutique, order four suits. Tuxedos maybe or whatever." He waved Blue away. "And we, get two thousand pieces, aye?"

"Aye!" Green responded.

"What does 'aye' mean?" Red questioned, resting his head on his shoulders.

"It means yes." Green snapped back.

"Oh okay, aye then!"

Blue was the last one asleep, the only thing to keep him company was his other knights mumbling and snoring in their sleep.

"Come here Stalin!" Orange mumbled. "I'll slap you like I did Rasputin!"

"God damn it, boy!" Red grumbled. "We don't want to put you down!"

"One more beer!" Green hiccuped in his sleep. "Correction; two more beers!"

"Try as you might Abe!" Orange muttered happily. "I got your hat!"

"I betted a thousand on you," Red spat. "For what? A broken leg half way through?"

"Only one more club, my misses-" he stopped abruptly. "Alright, two more clubs!"

"Come on Adolf, kiss the pill!" Orange smirked. "Kiss it!"

After a while, Blue myself fell asleep and began muttering to himself.