Her majesty, Queen Elizabeth II, stands forth in all her toothy glory, and even as something of a heroine, in late 1960s swinging London!  She goes about her usual daily royal duties, appearing before her adoring public, until one day she is accosted by three mysterious little yellow creatures (minions Kevin, Stuart and Bob) while on a carriage ride through the London streets, having her crown stolen right off her head!  In short order, Bob manages to pull the fabled sword Excalibur from the stone, and is proclaimed rightful king of England by divine providence! 

Of course, this hits Elizabeth rather hard.  But, with the characteristic "stiff upper lip" expected in her culture, she stays strong for her public, soon finding herself throwing back cold ones and arm wrestling in the pub with the locals, and telling her sad story.

Above: (Former) Queen Elizabeth II throwing back a cold ale in a London pub shortly after (temporarily) losing her royal stature to Bob.

Of course, it is only a short time before Kevin, Stuart and Bob set things right, and restore Elizabeth to the throne as queen.  For this, each of them is well-rewarded by the United Kingdom, before an adoring crowd assembled at Buckingham Palace.

Her majesty is not some feather-weight wallflower.  She's capable of impressive arrays of drinking, arm-wrestling and self defense, and can hold her own in any situation, a credit to her crown and to her empire!