"That's silly. He can't be king. Arthur's gonna be king!" Francine gave Katchoo an eyeroll before stomping up to David and looking him in the ...shins. At least until he looked down at her. "You can't be king and you can't marry Katchoo 'cause she's mine. ...Wanna take us for ice cream?"

What? They needed a grownup for holding hands to cross the street!