#johnny english strikes again

[shagrathmovies]

Johnny English Strikes Again - 2018 - David Kerr

[incorrectlooneytunesquotes]

Inspector Faraway (Porky Pig): N-n-n-n-now, transport. So, take any h-h-h-hybrid you w-w-want. Boston Quackie (Daffy Duck): [pulls the dust cover off an Aston Martin] I'll take this one. Faraway: Oh, d-d-d-d-don't be ridiculous, Quackie. This car's a relic. d-d-d-drinks petrol, leaks oil and has no p-p-p-passive, let alone active, s-s-s-safety features. Mary Duck: You know what else it doesn't have, Quackie? Satellite navigation or a single computer chip. Quackie: Making it completely invisible to a digital enemy!

[eclipse-has-come]

- Every step you take, I'll be watching you

part 1

A/N: Hello, I’m back with another part! Once again, i have no beta reader and i’m not a native english speaker so there might be some weird mistakes 😭 This chapter is mostly John’s past and his feelings about reader! I thought it was important to see things from his perspective, i hope you enjoy! Warnings: There are desriptions of murder, guns and war in this chapter (but that kinda comes with the territory). John might come off as a bit creepy but he's just a lonely guy :(( also parasocial relationship vibes

When John Price first died, he didn’t even realise what had happened until he heard his footman’s yell. Poor Kyle, seeing his captain with a bullet between his eyes must’ve been quite the traumatic experience.

Price wasn’t expecting the general to go this far but- well, he was playing with fire wasn’t he? Three years ago, in 1857, when the rebellion started, the queen sent out her best soldiers. John was included in the bunch. Loyal to the crown as he was, he rushed to battle, defending his country.

During his service, he got acquainted with three other men who were unfortunate enough (they wouldn’t agree with that statement) to be placed under his command. Simon Riley (a man so mysterious that one could even call him a ghost), John Mactavish (a Scottish warrior with a loud disposition) and Kyle Garrick (a young man looking to prove himself). The four of them bonded, ‘brothers in arms’ - that’s what Mactavish called them anyway.

Half a year into their service, a skirmish changed the trajectory of their lives forever. General Shepherd’s poor decision led to Johnny (“Aye, with the two of us, one of you’s bound to make a mistake callin’ us nae? Call me Johnny!”) getting heavily injured. ‘Two days’ the medics said, that’s how much the poor man had to live. 

In the end, he spent two months in the nurse’s care.

By some miracle the bullet just grazed his skull. Captain John Price didn’t consider himself particularly hotheaded, better to be patient and make calculated choices than to end up with regrets or a bullet through his heart. He was raised to be obedient so even as a child John had great respect for and would never dare to deliberately disobey his superiors. This, however, was a step too far - even for him.

For the first time in his life, Price cut his strings and made his own choice.

When Johnny was cleared by the nurses, they did not join Shepherd back on the battlefield. Instead, John took his men and sailed back to Britain. All of them received a less-than-happy letter from the General but it was easy to ignore (at first) with how peaceful their life got.

Simon took on the role of the cook, his previous experience of being a butcher making him quite an extraordinary fit for the role. His dishes would make anyone salivate, they were always perfectly seasoned and prepared, Kyle would say that Simon makes meals fit for the queen.

Johnny became the Head Gardener, as the injury caused him too much trouble to do anything physically taxing. Everything man made was either too loud or too bright, so the peacefulness of nature was a great reprieve. So with the help of the Scot, the desolate and grey garden soon took on a new look, filled with lush greenery and colourful flowers.

With his need to please and earn praise, Kyle made a wonderful footman. He knew John’s schedule down to the smallest details, such as only taking his tea at 7:06 sharp or refusing to eat anything other than an English breakfast as his first meal of the day. He would accompany his lord on any outings, his handsome looks and open nature made it easy for him to strike up new connections or better deals.

Price would never admit it but he had grown quite fond of his men. He had accepted that he would never have a family back when he first joined the army (what woman would wish to live in constant uncertainty?) so when the boys came along, he felt as if he suddenly gained three sons he never would have expected to have. The once too-quiet-and-empty halls took on a life of their own and everywhere you went you’d hear Scottish yells or quiet grunts.

That happiness- it made him soft. Too soft, so much so that he failed to realise just how fucked he truly was. Turns out Shepherd wasn’t too happy with just sending them a few scolding words. No, the general was much too cruel to let them off easy.

The fog was heavy the morning It happened. When John lit his cigar by the window, he couldn’t see anything but grey for miles; Kyle knocked on his door and informed him that breakfast was served. The routine went as usual, thus it made the next thing that happened even more shocking.

When Price sat down at his desk ready to read the newspaper in peace, he was greeted by a gun at the back of his head.

“John.”

He recognised the voice immediately.

“General” Putting down the paper gently, he folded his hands on his lap. He heard the perpetrator behind him grip the gin tighter.

“You couldn’t have truly expected to get away with it- right?” Shepherd paused, as if contemplating what’s left to say. “You were better than this John.”

Price merely hummed, not willing to entertain the other man. “We both were”

“If you want to beg for your life, go ahead, I’ll gladly wait.” 

Price let out an amused huff.

“Wouldn’t do me any good.”

The general stayed quiet and raised his gun higher; John heard a loud shot and then-

Silence.

-

His funeral was beautiful, his boys made sure of it. The only ones present were them but still, that was more than enough. The coffin was surrounded by flowers, John laughed about the fact that it was probably the first time he ever received any.

His first week as a ghost consisted of him following his men, making sure the estate was in good hands. They took their duties seriously, sometimes they even spoke to him as if he were there with them. He always replied but- well, no one ever heard him.

When the boys started getting older, he would try to make their lives easier. Move the cane closer to Johnny’s bed while he sleeps, rattling the cupboard to make sure Simon remembers to take his pills or even picking up items since Kyle can barely bend down with his bad back.

He knew they couldn’t see him but they still thanked him out loud every time. It’s as if they could feel his presence, as if they knew he was there, watching over them. His heart was happy and when their time came, he waited with bated breath for them to join him but-

They never did.

Price was left alone. His men moved on but he couldn’t seem to do the same; and with them gone, his purpose was lost too. He spent years occupying the empty home, thinking of a solution. 

No one bought his home after the late soldiers departed from this world, he wondered whether that was because of who it belonged to or just because of the sorry state it was in after the boys died.

Years of lone walks and no one to talk with made John realise that being a ghost was plain lonely. He felt miserable wandering the empty halls and knowing that he might never see his close friends again made it even more difficult. 

Losing track of time proved easy in such a desolate building. His only companions were bugs crawling on the walls and his own thoughts, he had no way of keeping up with the world. Not that he really wanted to, his time had been over for a long, long time.

Finally, after an unknown number of years, a man and his family joined him in his residence. He overheard that it was now 1939 and a second World War started (there was a first one?). John’s first instinct was to pack up and fight but- he wouldn’t be much help in his state. He could already imagine bullets passing straight through him and hitting some poor sod behind him.

John watched as the head of the family left for war, wishing it was him instead as the wife and son cried after him. The scene broke his heart and he knew that if he had gotten married and started a family, this is what it would have looked like. He knew he made the right choice to not start one back then, as he could never imagine himself leaving his hypothetical wife and child behind. 

In the end, the man never came back. John was the sole man to witness the son grow up, start his own family and continue the legacy.

Time passed and before Price knew, he had witnessed generations live and die in his home. He didn’t know how much he missed the hustle and bustle in his home until it came back. The chains around his heart lightened their load when he heard the giggles of children and conversation in the kitchen.

Over the years, he tried to subtly signal his presence to the different residents of his home but all of them were met with fear or disbelief and so, he stopped. He would rather have the families be comfortable and unaware of him than be left alone again, his heart couldn’t take it. 

The years passed, the world was slowly growing too unrecognisable for John. New inventions seemed to appear every day but he could still barely comprehend the existence of phones (and they were invented back in his time!).

The latest owner of his building was the lone descendant of the poor lad who never came back from war, a grumpy old man (who rivalled even John with his impressive moustache) that was convinced the house was haunted. He wasn’t wrong of course but John didn’t purposely make his presence known so it was curious that the elderly gentleman was sure of his existence.

He rarely visited because of that fact, causing the place to slowly grow into poor condition. Mold-covered walls and broken floorboards was an everyday sight now, which saddened Price greatly. Although the residence hadn’t been truly his for a long time, he was still the one that built it; and he would much rather see it fall into capable hands than to grow into disarray.

His silent fuming seemed to have been answered when a lone woman entered through the front door one day. Still young but too old to be the old man's grandchild, so who was she? Price was both curious and cautious, as the owner hadn’t visited for a while before her arrival.

The beginning of their relationship (if you could even call it that) was rocky, to say the least. 

At first, John was convinced she was a squatter and was determined to run her out, scaring her by creaking the stairs and pushing objects off of tables and desks (he did however feel a smidge of guilt when something shattered in one of the boxes he nudged; he was taught to never disrespect women's belongings after all).

It was only after she bought the paint and tools, that he realized what was really happening. The poor girl had bought his home and was intending to renovate it back to its original state. Instantly his guilt skyrocketed to insane heights, never before had he felt this embarrassed for misjudging a person. 

John had a new mission now: to help the wonderful lady as much as he can; starting with trying to assist her with her projects. What John didn't expect is the he seemed to fumble like a school boy with a crush. The woman was beautiful, with her lively eyes and quiet remarks. He particularly enjoyed her habit of talking to herself, it made him feel as if he was a part of this, as if he was real, at least to her. 

His crush admiration caused him to become soft for her, evident in his inability to focus. When he tried to move the heavy paint can closer to the wall, he got his foot stuck in the handle and proceeded to fling the whole thing on the wall while trying to get it out- not his proudest moment, he admits. He was even more embarrassed when the lady seemed discouraged after seeing the mess.

After a few more tries which ended in disaster (lodging a stray pebble into the front window- plus a few others he'd rather not name), he decided that his attempts to help her were only making her life harder. He ceased his unhelpful ministrations and decided to observe her progress, silently encouraging her.

She made quick work of the place and before he knew it, the first floor turned into a cozy antique (well, modern to Price) store. John walked through the aisles of beautiful trinkets, they reminded him so much of his previous life and how it used to be.

He didn't realise it until now but he missed his past more than he thought; years of loneliness made him numb to just how good he had it and what he lost.

This quiet epiphany gave him food for thought, about how he didn't wish to be alone once more. Sure, the families filled the home but they didn’t truly care (or even know) about him. He wanted someone to acknowledge his presence, to treat him like a person and not a silent observer.

He wanted it to be her.

The woman who stumbled her way into the empty house and made it her own, she didn’t know it but it meant so much to him. Over the months of her getting used to the new environmet, he had grown fond of her quirky nature. He didn’t even know her name and yet, he knew exactly how she took her tea or how much time she spends on laundry since she doesn’t enjoy doing it.

He felt a bit guilty that she was unaware of his silent observation but his happiness outweighed that. Besides, he would apologise to her soon enough.

He won't- no, he can't take another hundred years of loneliness. He promised himself he wouldn't interfere with her affairs anymore but the urge is too strong. She wormed her way into his head and heart with her endearing determination and kind eyes. He knows she’d make a good friend.

He made his move a week later. The poor lady was tired after seven days of hard work ('That should be your husband's job Darlin’.’ he thought to himself) and decided to enjoy a nice hot shower. Now, John is nothing but a gentleman; sure, he might be entering a woman's bathroom but it's for a good cause! He’ll make it up to her anyway.

He had been selfless his whole life: serving his queen and putting his men's safety above his. His afterlife was the same, consisting of helping his home's tennants and being a quiet observer. He was done pretending to live in the past, living in the moment is all that matters to him now. His whole life he wanted to have a domestic life but his sense of responsibility wouldn’t let him commit to anything other than war.

John is tired; tired of being a leader, tired of being a mere trick of the eye and most importantly, tired of being alone.

He just hopes the kind woman will see it that way too, he thinks to himself as he writes on the fogged up mirror.

[thatsimreese]

Ten people I'd like to know better

Ahhh thank you so much @mariapaulaaah for the tag!! :3 I love doing these!

Last Song: SexyBack by Justin Timberlake (I was listening to my "guilty pleasures" playlist, okay?? xD)

Favorite Color: Purple

Last Movie: Johnny English Strikes Again

Last Book: I've actually just started the Switchers Trilogy by Kate Thompson. It was an old series I read way back in junior high, I think, and I've been wanting to experience it again, and it finally went on sale. It's about shapeshifters!

Sweet, Spicy or Savory: Most of the time sweet

Last Thing I Googled: Sims 4 Legacy Challenges (no I'm really not kidding lol)

Current Obsession: getting my own business up and running so I can quit my dumb job

Looking Forward To: INZOI 👀

I tag @bakersimmer, @wolkentage, @igglemouse, @perolesims, @randomizedtraits, and anyone else who'd like to join in! :3

[inkamumbles]

tagged by: @arestlessrunaway 😎✨

last song: Ay Adrar Inu by Tiwiza

favourite colour: dark green, the kind that's a little more on the blue side

last movie/show: Johnny English strikes again

sweet/spicy/savoury: savoury? I think?

relationship status: Single as a pringle

last thing I searched: how do cats purr (I was a little hopeful that we could do it too with a bit of training, alas, I was sorely mistaken)

current obsession: drawing dinosaurs with ballpoint pen to sell them on Etsy, also Tissaia de Vries, obviously

tagging: @daerienn , @girls-and-honey and @brazenedminstrel , hopefully you haven't been tagged yet 😅

[kikuism]

wanted to talk about the songs i'm currently hooked on, esp since for once they're all english songs and i can actually say something other than 'ooh nice sounds!'

barbarism begins at home—the smiths: the guitar and bass riff in this is insaneeee and the way he's yelping??? crazy. one thing i really like about the smiths is how simple their lyrics are, you don't need a phd trying to figure out what they're saying. 'a crack on the head is what you get for not asking, a crack on the head is what you get for asking' well yes barbarism does begin at home! i've always loved the guitarwork in the smiths but this was the song that made me delve deeper into johnny marr’s work .... he's tooooooooo good

i want the one i can't have—the smiths: the yearning in this song makes me crazy... 'he killed a policeman when he was 13 and somehow that really impressed me', 'a double bed, a stalwart lover for sure, these are the riches of the poor', 'and if you ever need self validation just meet me in the alley by the railway station, it's all over my face' hello?????@+$+_

some girls are bigger than others—the smiths: the guitar riff in this song is so light and pretty, downright angelic, and then the lyrics are BOOBS! they were so funny for this. i genuinely cannottttt stop listening to this it's so addictive. THE RIFF. and why does it suddenly get soooo romantic at the end: send me the pillow, the one that you dream on, and i'll send you mine???? what the fuck. the outro lasts a full minute and i listen to it every time because the riff is that gorgeous

bigmouth strikes again—the smiths: the iconic joan of arc lyric <3 another sillay song....the imagery is so wacky. 'and as the flames touched her roman nose her walkman started to melt'??? and it just Sounds great too ughhhh another excellent guitar riff.... they're really unmatched when it comes to that funky addictive rock sound....the high pitched backing vocal is also so fun.

partners in crime—the strokes: what are they talking about <3 but it sounds sooo good esp the ending ohhh!! for me the strokes and the smiths are on opposite ends of the spectrum in that their lyrics aren't as clear but the sound is sooo good. i also love his voice in the higher register i love when a guy's voice gets higher in pitch i must say that's what makes the smiths delightful as well

under cover of darkness—the strokes: for me this is a classic rock song <3 like it almost makes me smile when the chorus kicks in. really love that slight gritty texture in his voice at 'are you okay?' and love how it's a long note too it scratches an itch in my brain

ode to the mets—the strokes: the moody wistful rock ooooohhhh yeeeaahhhh. the way the drums come in it's soooo good. the gritty texture on his voice in 'i needed you there, i didn't know'. it sounds so angsty i love it

instant crush—daft punk: this is ear candy for me can you believe this is my first daft punk song. it's so funky and fun and ofc julian casablancas's high notes and i love how the effect on his voice is just right without being overdone it's so great, my favorite bit is 'one thousand lonely stars hiding in the cold'

one way trigger—the strokes: as a falsetto lover this is music to my ears lmao and the ending is sooooo!!!! i don't wanna be in there with you i don't wanna be in there without your loving either

love you to—the beatles: when i heard the sitar my eyes bugged out like in tom and jerry.....that's sooooo cunty of them. i'm obsessed with the hypnotic rhythm of this song. 'each day just goes so fast, i turn around it's passed' real.....

taxman—the beatles: such a fun song omg.....'if it gets too cold i'll tax the heat if you drive a car i'll tax the street if you take a walk i'll tax your feet' these are lyrics for the People! they were so cunty for namecalling the taxmen in this song...i wonder how mr. wilson and mr. heath felt about it

sun king—the beatles: the hypnotic rhythm of this song is sooooo good like it just scratches my brain in such a nice way, especially when they start blabbering gibberish, that's my fave part <3 it's actually soooo good like it literally doesn't make sense

[ao3feed-johnnylawrence]

Number One Fan

by puella_peanut

Johnny took a long swig of beer. “Some kid at school sent Robby a link to this social network website called lonely fans—“

@allvalley100 Social Network prompt

Words: 100, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 85 of Cobra Kai allvalley100 Drabble Challenge

Fandoms: Cobra Kai (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Johnny Lawrence, Daniel LaRusso

Relationships: Daniel LaRusso/Johnny Lawrence

Additional Tags: technology challenged johnny strikes again

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/47068996

[wenchofthescullery]

What To Do During the Strike, Day 6 (trigger warning: use of force)

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Subtitle: A loose collection of recommendations to keep you busy, should we suffer from similar tastes and interests. *

Every now and then, I think about William Carlos Williams. It happens every few years. The name just pops into my consciousness, and I generally think, "that's something about a wheelbarrow, right? The red one?"

The Red Wheelbarrow BY WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS so much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain water beside the white chickens

However, that's not it. I have a bit of dread when I remember that instead of the poetry, it's the prose that haunts me.

Williams was a physician and a poet. Those of us who do this work with children often carry his short story "The Use of Force" with us. I've talked about this with colleagues. It's a bit similar to how a whole generation was traumatized by Shirley Jackson's "The Lottery." That cold sweat comes to the back of the neck when you think about it.

Williams' story is drawn from his experiences as a doctor. (As a side note, I am having trouble even putting words to this, even though I've been thinking about it for days. I have the cold sweat again.) The practice of medicine is much more straightforward with competent adults; there is the advice, and then there is the patient autonomy to do with it what they will.

With children, it's different. I don't want it to be different! I want to have the luxury of time to talk about things, cajole, convince. To have Child Life by my side with distraction techniques, a quiet place to focus on just what is at hand, all of it.

And sometimes it is the middle of the night, and there are twenty other beds with sick children, and there is one in front of you with a septic joint. Maybe you know he will lose function of that knee without timely antibiotics, or even die. Sepsis is still frightening to medical providers. If you have seen DIC (disseminated intravascular coagulation) and the loss of fingers, or even amputations that result? When you have had a child die from it in front of you? You learn to respect your enemy.

But maybe you were in that time before good vein-finding ultrasound equipment, and it was 2 am, and the child and the mother did not speak English. Perhaps it was your hands holding down a screaming child, the slick-sweat limbs twisting in your grip, no matter how much gauze you wrapped around them, and your senior resident was muttering prayers as she stabbed and he twisted and she stabbed yet again.

Maybe you'd already used as much sedative as you could, but the child was so strong in mind and body. A frail-seeming thing but with a bony strength, and his mother crying out her own prayers in Spanish in the corner of the room, "Jesus, Jesus, ayúdame, Jesus."

There is a red there, a blurring out of sight and the boiling of blood to just get it done, my god, just hold still.

We got the IV. He ended up walking out of there, a week later.

And you will remember that, I think, for the rest of your life. You will recognize the part of you that William Carlos Williams did, that all of us do who work in extremis, on children.

so much depends upon red

It continues to haunt pediatricians to this day -- the echo of it calls back, again and again.

Medical writing is its own genre. Often these days, the popular items are straight memoirs. The poetic prose of a digested story, the tales we tell one another as one doctor to another, don't get as much press. They probably should. If you are interested, I'd recommend Richard Selzer's Letters to a Young Doctor. It's old, and cast in a bit of purple, but there are parts where the eye rings true.

When we stop being haunted by our ghosts, we make more of them.

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Next up is the genre of mystery.

[lewisoverall5]

Wrestling Match: Mr. Bean vs. Johnny English

Setting:

The arena is packed with screaming fans, the air thick with anticipation. The lights flicker and pulse to the beat of the crowd’s excitement as the giant screen above the ring flashes with the names of the two contenders: Mr. Bean and Johnny English. A mixture of odd and poised, this is a showdown like no other.

Ring Announcer (in dramatic voice):

“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to tonight’s most unlikely battle! In one corner, we have the man who can make any situation a comedy of errors—he’s unpredictable, he’s quirky, he’s Mr. Bean!”

A giant roar erupts as Mr. Bean, clad in his signature brown tweed jacket, steps into the ring. His expression is deadpan as always, but his eyes gleam with a mischievous twinkle. He waves awkwardly to the crowd, nearly tripping over the ropes as he enters.

Announcer: “And in the opposite corner, the self-proclaimed greatest spy of all time, the man who can defuse a bomb without even knowing what a bomb is, Johnny English!”

The crowd goes wild as Johnny English strides into the arena, wearing his signature suit and sunglasses, though it’s clear he’s somewhat out of place in the ring. He flashes a ridiculous smile, attempting to strike a heroic pose, but accidentally kicks the bottom rope and stumbles, recovering with a flourish as though it was all part of his plan.

The Bell Rings

The match begins with a tense silence, only to be broken by Mr. Bean reaching for the microphone, which he tries to use as a sword. Johnny English, ever the showman, looks confused but decides to take the high ground with an overly dramatic salute. It’s clear that this is a battle of awkwardness versus overconfidence.

Round 1: The Slapstick Begins

Mr. Bean, ever the unpredictable one, suddenly lunges forward—intending to grapple Johnny but instead slipping and sliding on a stray water bottle on the mat. He crashes into Johnny’s legs, knocking him backward. Johnny, momentarily stunned, starts to flail in the air like a cartoon character, arms windmilling as he desperately tries to regain his balance.

Mr. Bean sees this as an opportunity and quickly climbs up the turnbuckle… only to get stuck, one leg awkwardly entangled in the ropes. The audience laughs as he pulls himself free, still without a single expression on his face, then waves apologetically at the confused crowd.

Johnny English, seizing the moment, attempts an “expert” move, launching himself forward with a flying knee. But just as he’s about to connect, Mr. Bean moves with impeccable timing… and the knee lands right into the ring post.

The impact sends Johnny flying backward, clutching his knee in exaggerated pain, only to get distracted by his own facial expressions in a nearby camera. Meanwhile, Mr. Bean, looking on innocently, tries to “help” by adjusting Johnny’s tie, which causes Johnny to collapse again in confusion.

Round 2: The Miscommunication

Johnny finally regains some composure, adopting an intense fighting stance. He throws a punch toward Mr. Bean—but the blow misses by a mile, as Mr. Bean instinctively ducks… and Johnny’s fist connects with the referee, sending him flying out of the ring.

Mr. Bean looks completely unfazed. As the ref struggles to stand outside the ropes, Mr. Bean slowly pulls out a stuffed teddy bear from under the ring, presenting it to Johnny as though it’s a peace offering. Johnny, in a fit of “heroic” arrogance, takes the bear, thinking it’s some sort of strategy. He turns to the crowd in triumph, only for Mr. Bean to sneak up behind and deliver a soft, comical tap on the back of Johnny’s head with a foam noodle.

Johnny stumbles forward, but before he can react, Mr. Bean produces a rubber chicken from his pocket, flicking it across the ring. It strikes Johnny right on the nose, causing him to look around in utter disbelief, trying to piece together what just happened.

Round 3: The Chaos Reaches New Heights

Now both are in full chaos mode. Johnny, realizing he has no idea what’s going on, tries to reset by using the only move he knows: the “signature spy spin.” He twirls around like a ballerina—until his foot lands in a bucket of confetti, and he slips, flying across the ring, right into Mr. Bean’s outstretched arms.

In a moment of accidental brilliance, Mr. Bean turns Johnny’s fall into a body slam. The crowd roars with laughter. Johnny lies motionless on the mat, his limbs sprawled in exaggerated positions.

But then, like a switch, Johnny springs to life, attempting a “super spy escape”—rolling around the ring in a frenzied state, accidentally pulling off a perfect suplex on himself as he crashes into the ropes. Mr. Bean doesn’t miss a beat, using Johnny’s confusion as an opportunity to begin a very peculiar “submission hold.” Mr. Bean simply sits on Johnny’s chest, staring at him with an expression of calm as Johnny struggles underneath, trying to figure out if he’s been defeated or if this is some kind of elaborate prank.

The referee stumbles back into the ring and starts counting.

1…

2…

3… DING DING DING!

Announcer: “And your winner, by pure comedic mayhem… Mr. Bean!”

Post-Match Chaos

The crowd erupts into laughter as Mr. Bean, looking bewildered but satisfied, casually exits the ring with his teddy bear and rubber chicken, waving one last time. Johnny English, still confused, stands up, realizing too late that he’s been bested by a man who doesn’t even know the rules of wrestling. As he regains his balance, Johnny attempts to give a salute, but a rogue piece of confetti from the earlier accident lands squarely in his face, causing him to slip once again.

And so, the strangest, most comedically charged wrestling match in history comes to a close, leaving fans laughing and wondering if they’ll ever see another showdown quite like it.

[romanlightman001]

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2 - get - Retention Vaccine

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Official Foreign Language

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Ballerina - Prime Dancer

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Gone from you

Symbol - Martial Arts 1 yr

Will be what you Look for

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Then at Grocery - you will

Need - Cooking & Baking

Symbol - Thinking - of a

Whole Foods Market

Seoul - Jeju Island - 24/7

But Best Chefs - Salad &

Hot Foods - always there

But Best - USB - Electric

Plugs where U eat - 24/7

HDG - Club - Members

Free Here - Card or App

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Checkouts - or your hai

Shopping - Cart 2 Pay

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Item put in Cart - decrease

Total - Though - Free - good

2 know - Total - If you - Paid

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Violating - 21 and older

No Felony - can have in the

Bag - concealed - weapons

Knives - Tear Gas - Semi

Auto - Revolvers

Social Security - also join

Many in Violating the 2nd

People's Rights but Publix

Walmart - Ikea sells knives

Their Kitchens have knives

Solution

Smartwatches

Goes through Alarms

Tiny poisonous Needles

Auto goes inside Necks

Exits - Disappears

Poison - Air Cremates

Hipnotises all nearby

Nothing Happened

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By 15 min - By 30 min

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Us - Safe and Protected

Smartwatch - trackable

Pens - with - Tiny bullets

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Again' - How 2 fight illegal

Injustice - How we can yes

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Johnny English Strikes Again (2018)

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'When one of the adaptations of a popular novel is as masterful and blistering as The Talented Mr. Ripley (1999), it is best not to touch it again. Unless you bring in Andrew Scott to play the enduring titular shifty sociopath...

If the Anthony Minghella directorial starring Matt Damon, Gwyneth Paltrow, and Jude Law was full of sunshine and a tropical colour palette, Steven Zaillian—who has directed and written Ripley for television—shoots his version of the psychological noir entirely in black and white. The effect is breathtaking...

Oscar-winning cinematographer Robert Elswit’s camerawork is so exquisite, that as he makes us travel from the Amalfi coast to San Remo, Rome, Palermo, and finally Venice, much like Tom Ripley, we’re in awe, entirely charmed, and in no mood to leave.

The sound design is exemplary too. You hear every crackle of each cigarette that’s smoked, the ruffling of fabrics, the clamouring of footsteps on expensive wooden floors, the laboured dragging of bodies, the crashing of the waves, the shrill ringing of unanswered telephone calls, the rambling of a lift, and the thud of it abruptly coming to a halt. It all deliciously adds to the tension...So pointed is its understanding of sound’s incredible potency and just as striking is its execution.

Scott is phenomenal as Tom Ripley, a con artist scraping off a meagre living out of petty white-collar crimes in post-WWII New York City. It’s 1961. One day, out of nowhere, he gets summoned by a shipping magnate who mistakes him for a close friend of his wandering son Dickie (Johnny Flynn), who left for Europe years ago and never returned. Tom takes his chance and is sent to Italy on a fully-funded mission to get Dickie back. Enamoured by the utterly privileged lifestyle of Dickie and his girlfriend Marge (Dakota Fanning), Tom first tiptoes on the periphery of their utopian world as an acquaintance, then begins to slowly suck its lifeblood as a leech, before destroying it entirely by killing Dickie and assuming his identity. Tom isn’t as outright evil as Moriarty, the character from the BBC's Sherlock that first put Scott on the map. His villainy is more straight-faced, quotidian, inscrutable, and plausible, making it infinitely more chilling. Scott—who is at the centre of every scene—plays him with such palpable blankness that you can see the bottomless emptiness inside of him. It’s a terribly restrained performance and yet with him in the foreground, all it takes is a twitch of a muscle, a slight change in the movement, and a shift in his eyes...

Despite being a crime thriller, Ripley is neither violent nor gory. If anything, it’s spectacularly artistic. From Dickie’s picturesque home in Atrani to the tastefully done apartment that Tom rents in Rome, or his palatial house in Venice, the many stunning sculptures scattered all through Italy that the camera keeps cutting to, or the running Caravaggio analogy, or the series recognizing Tom for the master artiste that he is, or its quiet commentary on how art belongs to everyone, Ripley’s appreciation for beauty and eye for detail marks every scene.

However, Ripley is a slow burn. Moreover, since it’s set in Italy, the characters speak Italian more than English, adding authenticity to its milieu but making it less accessible. Large chunks are dedicated to disposing of bodies. There’s lots of walking up and down the stairs, too. And its arthouse treatment may feel a little ostentatious. But the view is so worth the climb. Among its many joys, Ripley is a magnificent period drama—deeply mysterious and atmospheric, like only stories from a time of no smartphones, CCTVs, and social media could be.'

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Shamrock Spitfite (2024) Movie Review

Shamrock Spitfire: the Story of a Legendary Irish War Hero Director: Dominic Higgins, Ian Higgins (All That Remains) Writer: Dominic Higgins, Ian Higgins (Screenplay) Cast Shane O’Regan (The Watchers) Eoin Lynch (Silent Witness) Bethany Billy Emily Outred (Johnny English Strikes Again) Sophia Eleni (Dungeons & Dragons Honour Among Thieves) Chris Kaye (Edge of Extinction) Plot: The story…

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QUITE - WONDERFUL - SUBSCRIBE

DEBBIE MACOMBER

13 NOVELS - NO 1 - BESTSELLER

NEW YORK TIMES

BUT - THEY - REALLY - HAVE NO

TASTE - OTHERS - BAD - WORDS

ADULT - 'F' - 'S' - 'A' - WORDS YES

OVER - 200 MILLION - COPIES

SOLD - WORLDWIDE

DEBBIE - BORN - AGAIN - FILLED

WITH - THE - HOLY GHOST

2 BEAUTIFUL - DAUGHTERS

5 CHRISTMAS TREES - HER HOME

4 - HER - FAMLIES - 2 - DECORATE

SHE - LOVES - CHRISTMAS MOST

LOVES - CHEESECAKES

3 COOKING - BOOKS - AMAZON

PRIME - BUYING - ALL OF THEM

LIVES - IN - PORT ORCHARD WA

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When it comes to climate and geography, Washington State is a study in contrasts. While there is a somewhat common perception that it rains all the time in Washington, Seattle actually ranks 44th among major U.S. cities, getting less rainfall annually than Boston, New York, Houston and Miami.

The Amazingly Diverse Climate and Geography of Washington State

WASHINGTON - SHOCKER

LESS - RAINFALL - THAN

BOSTON - MASSACHUSETTS

HARVARD - UNIVERSITY

OVER - 300 YEARS OLD

SO - COLD - SEPT - ALREADY

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BORN - RAISED - THERE

PASTOR - JOEL OSTEEN

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AMAZON - AUDIBLES - GREAT

READS - 'HIS - OWN' - BOOKS

MIAMI - FLORIDA

DEADLY - HURRICANES

WAS STRONG - LAST - NIGHT

EARLY - MORNING

01 JUN - 30 NOV - SEASON

4 - HURRICANES - BUT ME

FEELS - STRONGER - DECEMBERS

THEN - JANUARYS - REAL STRONG

SO - WE - REVISED - ABOUT

RAINFALL - IN - WASHINGTON

BUT - LOTS - OF - CRIME - ALSO

IN - PORT ORCHARD - BY - THE

WAY - BUT - LESS - THAN - TOTAL

CRIMES - IN - WASHINGTON

WHY - REAL - COLD - AIR

MANY - HATE - RAIN

TEMPERS - TEMPERS

BAD - DRIVERS - WHEN ITS

RAINING - ALL - PRODUCE

TEMPERS

PERHAPS - NO FAULT STATE

MEANING - EASY - CLAIMS

WITH - CAR - INSURANCES

SO - GOING - 2 - 2ND - FLR

GETTING - UMBRELLA

HEADED - 2 - BRICKELL

CAPITAL ONE - CAFE

2 MALES - MY - FAVORITE

PERSONS - THERE - CAN

HELP - ME - ACTIVATE

$49 - EXTRA - I'M - SO

HUNGRY - WHOLEFOODS - MARKET

PLUS - $150 - FOR - LOCKSMITH SO

I - CAN - GET - MY - FOOD - STAMPS

EBT - CARD - ALSO - WHOLEFOODS

OVER - $47 - LEFT - THERE

JESUS - IS - LORD

GOD - 'SURROUND - ME - FAVOR AS

A - SHIELD'

I'LL - GET - MY - CHECKING - ACT

NO - 2 - TRANSFER - 2 - CITIBANK

CRISPY - CASH - NEW - 4 - MAIDS

OF - MGM - GRAND - LAS VEGAS

FREE - SUITE

LAS VEGAS - APP

6,500 - POINTS - GET - FREE

DOLLAR - FLIGHT - CLUB

PREMIUM - $1 - FOR 14 DAYS

4 INTERNATIONAL - LOCAL

AIRPORTS

$25 - ROUNDTRIP

LAS VEGAS - NOT

NEAR - TOILET - OR - DOOR

OF - AIRPLANE

HAVING - MY - EYES REGISTERED

OFFICE - IN - MIAMI

NO LONGER - 2 HRS - 3 HRS - B 4

FLIGHT

30 MIN - WILL - DO

FAR - AWAY - FR - CROWD

INSANE - CROWD

EYES - SCANNED - NAME - SAID

ENTRY - APPROVED

JESUS - IS - LORD

I - WANT - 2 - GO - HOME

FUTURE

CAILEY JAMES - CJ

THE - JAMES - FAMILY

FLYING - OUR SMALL - PRIVATE

PLANES - FASTER - THAN - YES

COMMERCIAL - PLANES - 747 ...

MY - JAPANESE - MOM

DECEASED - AGE 23

ME - REALLY - AGE 60 - TODAY

RED - JAPANESE - PASSPORT

FOR - WOMEN

US - WORK - VISA

SOUTH - KOREA

5 YEARS

WORK - VISA

MULTIPLE - CITIZENSHIPS

KING - OF - THAILAND

TAI - PASSPORT

WORK - VISAS

PRINCE ALBERT - MONACO

MET - THEM

MONACO - PASSPORT

TAX - FREE - GAMBLING

FREE - CABLE

MET - IMPERIAL - HIGHNESS

OF - JAPAN - WHEN - A - KID

THE - CROWN - PRINCE

MEETING - KING CHARLES III

IN - SCOTLAND - HIS - INN

SO - HE - MIGHT - GIVE - ME

UK - PASSPORT

JAMES - BOND - STATUS

MASSACRE - LICENSE - SO

CONCEALED - WEAPON

'JOHNNY ENGLISH - STRIKES - AGAIN'

OUR - PENS - SMALLEST - PELLETS

GOES - THROUGH - INTERNATIONAL

AIRPORTS - FULLY - ARMED - AT ALL

TIMES - AND - CONCEALED - CARRY

SCOTLAND YARD

WILL - NEVER - B - ARMED - 4 EVER

JESUS - IS - LORD

PRAY - 4 - ME - 4 - CAPITAL ONE

CAFE - I - HAVE - CARD - BUT - I

CAN'T - USE - MY - MONEY?

HAVE - 2 - PAY

24 HOUR - FITNESS

NO - LATE - FEE

$37.44 - FOR - 1 YEAR

I - CAN - FINALLY - SHOWER

FRIDAY - LAST - DAY

BUS 836 EXP

FIRST - KNOWN - 6:19A - BUS

BLK - MALE - DRIVER

HE's - COOL

PRAY - 4 - ME BABES

NO - MINIMUM - 4 - CITIBANK

REGULAR - CHECKING

$250 - OR - MORE - WHILE

OTHERS - $500 - OR MORE

LIKE - CAPITAL ONE - YES

BAD - NEWS - BANKS

LESS - THAN - 90 DAYS - 2

PUT - MONEY

MONTHLY - WAIVED - WITH

DIRECT - DEPOSIT - OR - $15

YOU - WANT - THAT - MUCH

MOST - BEAUTIFUL - CASH

CVS - PHARMACY - 24 HRS

HAS - CITIBANK - NEIGHBOR

BISCAYNE BLVD

NEED - THEM - AT - MGM GRAND

CBS TV - SURVEYS

NEW - CASH

$50 - $250

LIKE - HERE - MAIN - LIBRARY

BLOCKED - MY - $100 - CVS GIFT

CARD - FOR - SURVEY - GETTING

ASUS - LAPTOP

$299.99 - ADD - TAX

AMAZON - PRIME

SO - SURVEYS

45 MIN - $250 - CASH - FOR THE

GUESTS - OF - MGM - GRAND

BUT - WE'RE - SUITES

MAYBE - ALLOWED - 3 TIMES

EACH - DAY - SINCE - I'M YES

TAKING - CLASSES - THERE

4 - HOTEL - RECEPTION - DESK

WHO - REGISTERS - ALL - IN

REGISTERS - OUT - OR - SELF

CHECK - OUT - STANDING JOBS

MY - DREAM

CHECKING - IN - YES

DR JESSE DUPLANTIS

CAN'T - WAIT - PRAY - 4 - ME

RECEPTION - DESK - JOB

TAILORED - CLOTHES BUT

I'M - SEWING - MY - CLOTHING

IN - MIAMI - FLORIDA

SO - WISH - THERE - WERE

FRENCH - POLICE

SO - THEY - ACCOMPANY - ME

AND - SHOOT - JESSICA - TO

DEATH - AS - BLK - FEMALE IF

SHE - DOESN'T - HAND - ME

MY - CAPITAL - ONE - BANK

MASTERCARD

SOMEONE - HAS - TAX PAID

OVER - $400 BILLION

CALLING - TOLL - FREE

OF - FBI - WHO - HAS - YES

JURISDICTION - ON - USA

SOIL - FEDERAL - BUREAU

OF - INVESTIGATION - YES

HIGHER - AMOUNTS

SHE - SAID - I - HAVE

FAKE - BENEFICIARY - LETTER

ALREADY - EXPIRED BENEFITS

LETTER - $943

MADE - WITH - CRICKETT

WHY - BLKS - WERE - NOT

ALLOWED - IN - USA - LAST

CENTURY

PUBLIC - SCHOOLS

PUBLIC - TRANSPORTATION

JESUS - IS - LORD

PRAY - 4 - ME ALL

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