Soup is on, sort of.

Jazz explains that they have a couple of big events coming up -- and she's putting her boy to work.

Harpo and Miss Carmen are ready to make it legal and begin their life together.

Meanwhile Ché Gravy is welcoming a life of his own -- his son!

Shawn ensure that the wedding is not spoiled, but keeping Harpo far away from Miss Carmen's wedding dress.

Like a virgin, touched for the very first time.

Here comes the bride, all dressed in fur.

It's OK, we always cry at dog weddings.

She's playing hard to get, but just wait for the honeymoon.

Shawn sets down the slightly titled, yet still edible for dogs, cake.

But even though the cake is tilted, the client loves it. Success!

That'll do pig.

Kiku isn't going to let a bum ankle keep her from making a tart or two.

Ché Gravy tries to get his cutting board in order.

The entrance to the kingdom.

Before Shawn slipped into his sexy monk costume, he was working a more modern look.

Thankfully there's no sword in the stone, Rob can just use a regular knife to chop his herbs.

That bowl could hold many of the ogres Jasmine hired.

The Co. gets the pig appropriately skewered.

Roblé doles out the orders for the day.

Don't miss that amazing cookie knight?

Veg-ing out.

Just catching some rays.

Why you all in his grill?

The gang ponders where the performers agenda.

Do you think wenches just wake up looking that good every day?

You laugh now, but you guys are going to get beheaded if this goes poorly.

Jasmine, par usual, finds the hunkiest man and gives him detailed instructions.

The band might not be big, but he knows all of the hits.

Even in medieval times, the ladies flocked to the available men like clockwork.

Is it just us or could this cape reveal have been a whole lot more shocking?

Do you believe in magic? Because seeing Artie in his wizard suit should prove it for you.

Jasmine makes a call to the past to secure some more performers.

Different time period, same prep hassles.

The performers assemble, and showcase their various talents (swordsmanship, juggling, being small).

You don't have to be a wizard to know that Artie has this handled.

The chef whites are completely period appropriate now that Adam is wearing a crown.

Serving some drinks, in Sir Ivan approved vessels.

Careful, that chain mail is not particularly forgiving.

Some ladies get their (wild) game on.

Monk, prince, and lady in waiting? Something's amiss here.

Creepy or the best photo of all time?

Group shot.

You said "rooter to tooter" Roblé, and that does includes eyeballs. . .sadly.

Posing with the amazing statue in her honor.

Like all good parties, fighting eventually broke out.

It was just like the movie 300.

Except slightly more nude.