And now it's time for who smarted.

Pts, hey, smarty pants!

Right now, I'm at a historic war reenactment in an old military fort.

It's so cool. There's people dressed as soldiers,

archers firing arrows from towers. And there's even cannons!

In fact, I'm standing right next to an active cannon. You might want to back up a bit there, pal. I'm coming in hot.

Wouldn't you know it? It's an active talking canon.

The name's Big Bertha.

Hi, Big Bertha. I'm the trusty narrator.

Wonderful. I love names with adjectives in them.

No, trusty. Trust me, you're going to want to stand back.

This is going to be a big one.

And that's the end of the reenactment.

Foo! I am pooped. Gonna wheel myself over into the shade and have a refreshing gaspacho. Come join me.

I'd love to. That was so cool, Big Bertha. Boy, oh boy, do I love forts?

Yep. This fort is my place of work. And my home. I probably need to get out more.

But who really wants a cannon randomly showing up at a party?

Good point, B.B. But hey, forts are pretty impressive, with all the towers and parapets and, you know, other fortish stuff.

Say, Big Bertha, what actually makes a fort? A fort? And how is a fort different than, say, a castle?

And do they still build forts today? And what about the famous forts?

Smarty pants, can you think of any famous forts?

Wow, sirs.

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