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š° COMING ATTRACTION! THE ROYAL CAVALRY RIDES AGAIN ā BULLYLAND TOURNAMENT HORSE BLUE! šāļø
SADDLE UP! THE AGE OF KNIGHTS, CASTLES, AND MEDIEVAL ADVENTURE IS RETURNING TO MAULSWORLD! š°š
There’s something wonderfully fascinating about the Middle Ages. Magnificent castles rising above the countryside, armored knights riding beneath colorful banners, royal tournaments drawing crowds from distant villages, and brave warriors preparing to test their skills in the jousting arena! For generations, these legendary scenes have inspired stories, films, books, and imaginative adventures. And now, we’re preparing to welcome another exciting addition to our growing medieval and fantasy collection! COMING TO MAULSWORLD LATE NEXT WEEK ā THE BULLYLAND USA TOURNAMENT HORSE BLUE! This beautifully detailed figure captures the appearance of a medieval tournament horse prepared for the excitement of the jousting field. Wearing a distinctive blue saddle covering and protective head armor, this noble steed is ready to accompany a knight into the tournament grounds or become part of a dramatic castle display. The figure is approximately 10 cm tall, carefully hand-painted, and made using PVC-free material. It’s a wonderful addition for collectors who appreciate medieval subjects, families who enjoy imaginative storytelling, and enthusiasts creating their own miniature worlds filled with knights, castles, and heroic adventures. Whether displayed alongside medieval figures or used to create a jousting tournament scene, this armored horse brings another layer of authenticity and imagination to the experience. Bullyland’s detailed figures offer opportunities to build collections that tell stories, and this handsome blue-armored tournament horse is a natural companion to the knights and fantasy characters we’re looking forward to introducing at Maulsworld! Recommended for ages 3 and older. Contains small parts; not suitable for children under 3 years due to choking hazards. The tournament grounds are being prepared, the royal banners are flying, and another exciting arrival is on the horizon! BULLYLAND USA TOURNAMENT HORSE BLUE ā EXPECTED LATE NEXT WEEK! šāļøš°
Meanwhile, back at the Maulsworld Royal Garage & Castle, Queen Cat Mom’s newly declared Peace & Love initiative has been enjoying an extraordinary period of success.
For almost twenty minutes.
The Royal Knights have returned to their duties.
The Dogfather is supervising the shipping department.
The Muscle Mechanic is quietly preparing the Emperor’s Speedway car.
The Viking is sitting beneath a tree, attempting to understand the concept of peaceful meditation.
And His Imperial Fluffiness is enjoying a well-deserved nap following his demanding Fifth Breakfast schedule.
Then a messenger arrives at the castle gates.
THE MESSENGER: “YOUR MAJESTY! IMPORTANT NEWS FROM BULLYLAND USA!”
The Captain of the Royal Guard rushes forward.
THE CAPTAIN: “WHAT NEWS?!”
THE MESSENGER: “A TOURNAMENT HORSE IS COMING!”
The Captain’s eyes widen.
THE CAPTAIN: “A TOURNAMENT HORSE?!”
THE MESSENGER: “YES! ARMORED FOR BATTLE! BLUE SADDLE COVERING! READY FOR THE JOUSTING FIELD!”
From beneath the tree comes an enormous roar.
THE VIKING: “AT LAST! THE CAVALRY HAS ARRIVED!”
THE CAPTAIN: “NOT YET! THE SHIPMENT IS EXPECTED LATE NEXT WEEK!”
THE VIKING: “THEN WE SHALL PREPARE FOR GLORIOUS BATTLE!”
THE MESSENGER: “BUT THE QUEEN HAS DECLARED PEACE!”
The Viking pauses.
THE VIKING: “CAN WE HAVE A PEACEFUL BATTLE?!”
THE CAPTAIN: “THERE IS NO SUCH THING!”
THE VIKING: “THIS PEACE BUSINESS IS BECOMING VERY COMPLICATED!” šš
Inside the Royal Garage, the Dogfather is reviewing the new arrival information.
THE DOGFATHER: “Muscle Mechanic, take a look at this! A beautiful blue-armored medieval tournament horse from Bullyland!”
THE MUSCLE MECHANIC: “Now THAT would look terrific alongside our Royal Knights!”
THE DOGFATHER: “Exactly! Imagine a miniature jousting tournament with knights, horses, banners, and a castle backdrop!”
THE MUSCLE MECHANIC: “A great addition to our medieval displays!”
Unfortunately, His Imperial Fluffiness has awakened.
THE EMPEROR: “DID SOMEONE SAY HORSE?!”
The Dogfather slowly closes his clipboard.
THE DOGFATHER: “Yes, Your Majesty.”
THE EMPEROR: “EXCELLENT! MY ROYAL STEED HAS FINALLY ARRIVED!”
THE MUSCLE MECHANIC: “Not quite, Your Majesty. It’s a collectible figure, and it’s expected next week.”
THE EMPEROR: “SPLENDID! PREPARE MY SADDLE!”
THE DOGFATHER: “Your Majesty, the horse is only about ten centimeters tall.”
The Emperor freezes.
THE EMPEROR: “TEN CENTIMETERS?!”
THE MUSCLE MECHANIC: “That’s correct.”
THE EMPEROR: “THEN WE SHALL REQUIRE A VERY SMALL SADDLE!”
THE DOGFATHER: “Your Majesty, I don’t think you’re understanding the situation.”
THE EMPEROR: “NONSENSE! I AM AN EXPERT EQUESTRIAN!”
THE MUSCLE MECHANIC: “You’ve never ridden a horse.”
THE EMPEROR: “I SAT ON A CAROUSEL ONCE!”
THE DOGFATHER: “And you demanded to get off after thirty seconds.”
THE EMPEROR: “THE HORSE WAS MOVING IN CIRCLES! A TERRIBLE NAVIGATION SYSTEM!” šš
The Royal Knights arrive in full ceremonial armor.
THE CAPTAIN: “YOUR MAJESTY! WE REQUEST PERMISSION TO ORGANIZE A GRAND JOUSTING TOURNAMENT!”
THE EMPEROR: “PERMISSION GRANTED!”
THE DOGFATHER: “Your Majesty, remember the Queen’s Peace & Love declaration.”
THE EMPEROR: “AH, YES! VERY WELL! WE SHALL HAVE A PEACEFUL JOUSTING TOURNAMENT!”
THE CAPTAIN: “HOW DOES THAT WORK, YOUR MAJESTY?”
THE EMPEROR: “SIMPLE! NO ONE SHALL BE ALLOWED TO LOSE!”
THE MUSCLE MECHANIC: “Then how do you determine the winner?”
THE EMPEROR: “I SHALL BE THE WINNER!”
THE DOGFATHER: “Naturally.” šš
The Viking bursts into the garage.
THE VIKING: “I DEMAND TO ENTER THE TOURNAMENT!”
THE CAPTAIN: “YOU ARE NOT A KNIGHT!”
THE VIKING: “I HAVE AN AXE!”
THE CAPTAIN: “JOUSTING REQUIRES A LANCE!”
THE VIKING: “THEN I SHALL PUT MY AXE ON A VERY LONG STICK!”
THE MUSCLE MECHANIC: “Absolutely not!”
THE VIKING: “YOU PEOPLE HAVE NO RESPECT FOR INNOVATION!” šš
Meanwhile, Queen Cat Mom has been receiving increasingly alarming reports from the Royal Courtyard.
She adjusts her heart-shaped sunglasses and calls Headquarters.
QUEEN CAT MOM: “Just Maul? Good morning. Our Peace & Love campaign is progressing nicely.”
A brief pause.
QUEEN CAT MOM: “Well, mostly.”
Another pause.
QUEEN CAT MOM: “Apparently, the arrival announcement for a ten-centimeter tournament horse has inspired the Emperor to organize a full-scale medieval jousting competition.”
She sighs.
QUEEN CAT MOM: “Yes. The Viking is involved.”
Another pause.
QUEEN CAT MOM: “And yes, someone has already suggested attaching an axe to a stick.”
She lowers her sunglasses.
QUEEN CAT MOM: “I’ll handle it.” šš
A few moments later, the Queen enters the Royal Garage.
QUEEN CAT MOM: “Gentlemen!”
Everyone freezes.
Even the Viking hides his axe behind his back.
QUEEN CAT MOM: “I understand we’re expecting a lovely new Bullyland tournament horse!”
THE MUSCLE MECHANIC: “Yes, Your Majesty! Beautiful blue armor, hand-painted details, and a wonderful medieval appearance!”
QUEEN CAT MOM: “How exciting! That will make a delightful addition to our collection.”
THE CAPTAIN: “AND OUR JOUSTING TOURNAMENT!”
QUEEN CAT MOM: “Our what?”
THE CAPTAIN: “OUR… DISPLAY TOURNAMENT, YOUR MAJESTY!”
THE DOGFATHER: “Exactly! A miniature display. No actual jousting.”
THE MUSCLE MECHANIC: “That’s what we’ve been planning all along!”
The Queen looks toward the Emperor.
QUEEN CAT MOM: “Darling?”
THE EMPEROR: “YES, MY QUEEN?”
QUEEN CAT MOM: “You haven’t been planning to ride the miniature horse, have you?”
THE EMPEROR: “OF COURSE NOT!”
The Dogfather raises an eyebrow.
THE EMPEROR: “I WAS MERELY CONSIDERING THE POSSIBILITY OF A TEST RIDE!”
QUEEN CAT MOM: “Darling, you’re considerably larger than the horse.”
THE EMPEROR: “THEN PERHAPS WE COULD ORDER A LARGER ONE!”
QUEEN CAT MOM: “No, darling.”
THE EMPEROR: “A MEDIUM ONE?!”
QUEEN CAT MOM: “No.”
THE EMPEROR: “A VERY STURDY PONY?!”
QUEEN CAT MOM: “Absolutely not.”
THE EMPEROR: “…YES, DEAR.” šš
The Queen turns toward the Royal Knights.
QUEEN CAT MOM: “Now, I have a wonderful suggestion. Why don’t we prepare a beautiful medieval display for our incoming Bullyland figures? We can feature the knights, the tournament horse, and perhaps even some dragons!”
The Captain stands proudly.
THE CAPTAIN: “A MAGNIFICENT IDEA, YOUR MAJESTY!”
THE MUSCLE MECHANIC: “I can build a miniature tournament arena!”
THE DOGFATHER: “And we can promote the entire medieval collection!”
THE VIKING: “AND I CAN FIGHT THE DRAGON!”
QUEEN CAT MOM: “You may stand beside the dragon.”
THE VIKING: “WITH MY AXE?!”
QUEEN CAT MOM: “Without your axe.”
The Viking considers this.
THE VIKING: “VERY WELL! BUT I SHALL LOOK EXTREMELY INTIMIDATING!”
THE DOGFATHER: “I’m sure you will.” šš
For once, everyone agrees.
The Royal Knights begin planning their miniature tournament grounds.
The Muscle Mechanic sketches a castle display.
The Dogfather prepares the incoming shipment announcement.
And Queen Cat Mom returns to her throne, satisfied that peace has once again been restored.
Then His Imperial Fluffiness makes one final proclamation.
THE EMPEROR: “I HAVE DECIDED TO NAME THE NEW HORSE!”
THE DOGFATHER: “Oh?”
THE EMPEROR: “SIR GALLOPS-A-LOT!”
The Muscle Mechanic smiles.
THE MUSCLE MECHANIC: “Actually, Your Majesty, that’s not a
