If I had to rely on my claw skills to get a head in life, I would be totally screwed.
! Somebody has to say It — this was an Excalibur moment for Arthur.
Better than some watery tart throwing a sword at him! ;-)
That word doesn’t mean what you think it means.
He can do it, you rarely meet some one of his (ex) calibur…
And a few generations later, his descendent Good King Richard went off to the arcades
The trick to that game is to know that one of the claws is longer than the others.
I don’t know. Young Arthur doesn’t look like he can pull a snot out of his nose. Let alone…
Reminds me of the Life cereal commercial with “Mikey”.
This time, it’s “Let Arty try it. He can’t get anything.”
LOL, thanks Mr. Hilburn.
i have a brother-in-law who was really good at that. he got something every time he played it.
Arthur checks his pockets. Empty. He rubs his chin and says: “Time to tax the peasants”.
Chuck E. Cheese in Camelot.
Maybe he wants a stuffed animal and not a sword…
There were many knights spent at the arcade.
Yeah! Artie got the sword, but it’s stuck in the chute.
He’s never satisfied. Next he will want a round table, then one of those big Guinevere beds.
Just another day at Roundtable Pizza.
They weren’t calling him the Wart?
Somehow “The Sword in the Claw Machine” doesn’t have the same ring to it…
They should be calling him “Wart.”
How did he get it? The claw game is impossible