A Wandering Minstrel, I

So, his name is Lancelot, and it's springtime for Hitler. The Knights of the Round Table have been doing what they're able, but someone cried "Murder, murder!"
"This is the moment!" cried one knight.
"This is the time!" bellowed another.
The knights ran to their horses and, like a comet turned from orbit, hurried off in search of the killer. Soon, they came upon a young girl named Joanna.
"Any miiiiilk today, mistress?" She sang an old woman who was passing by. The woman hurried along without uttering a word. Joanna then saw the knights.
"Ripe! Strawberries ripe!" she said to them.
"I'd rather have a green finch and linnet bird sandwich," said one of the knights.
"Nightingale? Blackbird?" she sang.
"How is it you sing?!?!" Lancelot asked incredulously.
Joanna shrugged and skipped away. As she skipped away, one knight watched her and smoke began to pour out of his ears. The other knights looked at him. One knight whispered to another:
"Suddenly, the wheels are in motion..."
The knights continued into a woods, where they met a small girl. The girl saw them and, with a face full of cinnamon rolls, began to sing to them.
"Into the woods! Into the woods! And home before dark!"
Of course, it came out as, "Enoo eh wooz, enoo eh wooz, en ho behfer dun!"
Lancelot took out his sword and, screaming, "Hot patootie, bless my soul!", struck down the girl, believing she was possessed. The knights moved on.
Suddenly they were ambushed by a band of vicious poets.
"Oh no!" cried a knight.
"Find your grail," said one vicious poet...viciously.
"Find my what?" asked Lancelot.
"Your grail," said another vicious poet. Once again, vicioiusly.
"Where can I find it?" asked Lancelot.
"On a central square--" said one poet.
"In the city of the sun--" began another.
"Rose! A palace!" screamed a third poet.
Rose, the head poet, looked up and, sure enough, there was a palace rising in the middle of the forest. They all walked into it. Once they were inside, they saw a bunch of people dancing around a dead witch.
"What is going on?" asked Lancelot.
"Good news! She's dead!" screamed the crowd.
"Who?" asked Rose.
"The witch of the west is dead!" screamed the crowd.
Suddenly, a blonde woman in a oversized glittery dress floated down and began to giggle wildly while waving a magic wand and belting operatics. Lancelot, Rose, the knights and the poets looked at each other in bewilderment.
"If we all move backward slowly and quietly, they won't notice us leave..." whispered Lancelot.
They do exactly that.
"What was the point of this adventure?" asked one of the knights.
"I don't remember anymore," said Lancelot. "But I have an idea. Let's all get married!"
The knights and the poets coupled up and married, except for those that were both men, because there were more men than women. They made it a point to move far away and become pen pals instead. And this was the story of the pointless adventure of the Knights of the Round Table and the Vicious poets and how they married and became the first politicians.
THE END

*The italicized parts are either Broadway song titles or lyrics. In order of phrase:
-Spamalot
-The Producers
-Spamalot
-Jekyll & Hyde
-Jekyll & Hyde
-Jekyll & Hyde
-Wicked
-Oliver
-Oliver
-Sweeney Todd
-Sweeney Todd
-Sweeney Todd
-Xanadu
-Into The Woods
-The Rocky Horror Show
-Spamalot
-The Light In The Piazza
-The Light In The Piazza
-The Light In The Piazza
-Wicked
-Wicked