Mr Bean was playing the London chess championship and was losing badly.
Suddenly he was one move away from mate.
The opponent's rook threatened to mate him.
Oh look! UFO! Said Mr bean, and pointed.
The startled opponent turned his head back in the direction bean was pointing. While he was looking away from the board, Bean quickly moved his rook back to its original square. When the opponent turned back to look at the board, the mate in one had disappeared.
A few moves later, Mr Beans queen was trapped.
Atishoo! bean sneezed and blew his nose...with his hand.
Using the same hand, he moved the queen to the only square left for it it move.
The opponent, disgusted, didn't take his queen after all.
A few moves later, the inevitable had arrived.
Beans position was in shambles. He was a move away from a backrank mate, and nothing could save him.
Suddenly, Bean took out his mobile phone.
He dialled a number. (It was his own landline but the opponent didn't know that)
Oh hello, Mrs. Barnes! He said cheerfully into the phone. (He had noticed that on the scoresheet, the opponent had signed himself as J B Barnes )
The opponent looked suspicious at once.
No no Mrs Barnes I'm playing your husband at a chess tournament! Yes you can stay at my place until I return!
Give me that phone! roared the opponent and lunged over the table, with a face like thunder.
Unfortunately the move caused the table to topple over. The peices and chessboard went flying in all directions.
While the opponent stooped down to collect the peices and replace them on the board, Mr bean quickly pocketed the opponent's scoresheet and hurried to the arbiter.
He crossed off the opponent's name and replaced it with his own name.
The game was awarded in his favour.
By the time the opponent had replaced the chesspecies on the board, Bean had disappeared.
Mr Bean was playing the London chess championship and was losing badly.
Suddenly he was one move away from mate.
The opponent's rook threatened to mate him.
Oh look! UFO! Said Mr bean, and pointed.
The startled opponent turned his head back in the direction bean was pointing. While he was looking away from the board, Bean quickly moved his rook back to its original square. When the opponent turned back to look at the board, the mate in one had disappeared.
A few moves later, Mr Beans queen was trapped.
Atishoo! bean sneezed and blew his nose...with his hand.
Using the same hand, he moved the queen to the only square left for it it move.
The opponent, disgusted, didn't take his queen after all.
A few moves later, the inevitable had arrived.
Beans position was in shambles. He was a move away from a backrank mate, and nothing could save him.
Suddenly, Bean took out his mobile phone.
He dialled a number. (It was his own landline but the opponent didn't know that)
Oh hello, Mrs. Barnes! He said cheerfully into the phone. (He had noticed that on the scoresheet, the opponent had signed himself as J B Barnes )
The opponent looked suspicious at once.
No no Mrs Barnes I'm playing your husband at a chess tournament! Yes you can stay at my place until I return!
Give me that phone! roared the opponent and lunged over the table, with a face like thunder.
Unfortunately the move caused the table to topple over. The peices and chessboard went flying in all directions.
While the opponent stooped down to collect the peices and replace them on the board, Mr bean quickly pocketed the opponent's scoresheet and hurried to the arbiter.
He crossed off the opponent's name and replaced it with his own name.
The game was awarded in his favour.
By the time the opponent had replaced the chesspecies on the board, Bean had disappeared.