In the fog-shrouded kingdom of Clumsalon stood a lopsided castle ruled by the Clumsy Knights, an order founded when Sir Toppleberry the Unsteady galloped into the royal banquet instead of at a dragon, covering the king in gravy. Through the ages, these knights saved the realm purely by accident. To this day, the chronicles are still being written. Somewhere in the castle tonight another knight is oiling his armor, polishing his sword with butter, and preparing to save the world by tripping over it tomorrow.