COVID Bits: this video was shot in September, and was in keeping with COVID regulations of the time in the area of the UK we were in! Sleeping wise, one was in the tent and one was in the bus (the backseat folds to make a bed!). Thanks for all the kind words, I'm glad you enjoyed the series!

I'm guessing you had the bed.

How fast did you set up your tent?

K

...Oh wow, I would have thought this was all recorded pre-covid, considering the _complete lack_ of masks...

Sad we have to note this information

I finally figured out how grian got permission twice to sleep on someone’s lawn. Ren has been teaching him Jedi mind tricks.

this should be a television series, its brilliant!

I don't like Minecraft. But if this was a series I'd of watched it all!

It feels kinda odd when they call each other there ign in person

No way I could do this in the US. I’d probably get robbed in my sleep

My 2 favourite youtubers

That was a success which the alpacas

Wtf seriously...after hearing the voice of Grian and Mumbo Jumbo i thought they are exclussive english gentlemen lol...but this is first time i see their faces anddd..........I WANT TO MOVE TO ENGLAND

Where’s episode three????

im am archer IRL

Can u do v r with that

https://youtu.be/ZhoIUFbLCZU

Seriously, If I was one of the people passing by their van, I'd just follow them until they stopped and then lay on the horn and say hi and talk. :P

I've gone to an alpaca farm and touched an alpaca.

What do they eat on the Journey?

Muffin

How did they get a dog

PLS DO A PART 3eeeeeeeeeeee

Mumbos a poet and he doesn't even know it 3:49-3:55 'it was time to hit the hay, as we had a very busy schedule for the following day

How many rebuilds has the bus engine had?

I could so see this as an ongoing series. Mumbai and grian messing around in the van

1:14 i thought there was another one of those ads when I heard that.

No no you can’t punch stone henge mate you’ll get kicked out of England. Most underrated quote of the series

What's the resource pack, Mumbo?

https://youtu.be/JwncAQurlqk

Little trick with leading herd animals: don't look at them. Just trust me.

I love how grian is sitting in the back like a little kid

Grian and mumbo

Nothing more beautiful

2 adult nerds plaing minecraft frisbee in some random persons backyard... epic

Isn’t it iconic to watch my favorite Minecraft YouTubers go on a road trip while I’m on a road trip.

4:10 that little miata isnt hiding!

Is your real name oli

My ad just said: "Image instead of watching people on Youtube traveling to the coolest places and staying at the fanciest hotels ect."

Grain will go to space to avoid finishing the back of his minecraft mansion.

:D

RIP Minecraft Earth

Alternative title: 2 Grown men having bromance

Chat=E

The game is on, Mumbo Jumbo. #challengeaccepted #uselessinformation

I need so much more of thisss

This game would be crazy in a vr headset

Where is part 3

Where is the part 3

Yay grian yay

Griannn

Odds are those families were fans that let them sleep on there yard

I has alpacas

good thing you don't have to protect their lawns from zombies tho

How many miles did you put on the bus just on the road trip alone?

Mambo could get it

Grian really needs to use his incredible persuasion skills for something other than asking to sleep on other people's lawns

What was the car they traveled in?

You say sugarcane farms aren’t real farms But they are There are huge fields of sugar cane EVERYWHERE where I live

Is he andy

Can i just say that your van in wonderfull

Col

Mumbo-jumbo face reveal excuse me what

He already show his face before this actually

They would find another wolf and breed them

Did you guys bring plenty of totems? XD

Maybe Mojang decided to cancel Minecraft Earth because Grian kept camping on the employees' lawns

How do you get Minecraft earth?

I can relate to grian.. I suck at axe throwing 👁👄👁💧

Mumbo doesn't have a moustache ?

Bruh they went passed where I live

Grian is ALPACA LORD

Now I am imagining what it looks like from the owner of the lawn’s perspective.

My eyes: */tell Brain I saw mumbo!* Brain: Moustache... Where?

Day 15 of asking mumbo to use his old intro for at least 1 video

I love this Roundtrip that they do they should do more then three days it should be 100 days

Nice!

vr + the app = Minecraft in real life

6:56 mumbo looks like he's driving crazy fast maybe it just looks faster on camera

Channel 4 needs to pick this up, this has to be a full series!!!!

Minecraft earth is going to be discontinued rly soon so that ain’t possible unfortunately

The Alpacas are really cute

I’ve been to one of the 7 wonders of the world, and I can tell you it’s the lamest one. I mean once you live half an hour away from a wonder of the world you get bored very quit.

Isnt that the same bus as gabriel Iglesias's bus?

If you noticed that mumbo said football pitch and I call it soccer goal. What do you call it?

My mind: grian has an apple pencil

I wish that this became like a whole 12 episode season because this just makes me very happy watching this.

Just when the game this is about is canceled

Thanks for this great homage to Minecraft Earth. It will be missed.

if this man gets in a crash he’s going to fly through his wind shield

nooooooooooooooooo the series wont continue anyway here https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kG5dC0uQmro&list=PLfg4AGe0KDNjAyOlqhex3iRC6sDEwj8X4a just the whole saga watch if you havent

does anyone think mojang even seen this video?

I whent to stone henge

3:20 This is why we need AR Glasses or visors 😫

We all know this friendship will never end

9:02 Where are the rear setabelts Grian?

sucks that microsoft axed the game less than a week after this

Mr. Jones, of the Manor Farm, had locked the hen-houses for the night, but was too drunk to remember to shut the pop-holes. With the ring of light from his lantern dancing from side to side, he lurched across the yard, kicked off his boots at the back door, drew himself a last glass of beer from the barrel in the scullery, and made his way up to bed, where Mrs. Jones was already snoring. As soon as the light in the bedroom went out there was a stirring and a fluttering all through the farm buildings. Word had gone round during the day that old Major, the prize Middle White boar, had had a strange dream on the previous night and wished to communicate it to the other animals. It had been agreed that they should all meet in the big barn as soon as Mr. Jones was safely out of the way. Old Major (so he was always called, though the name under which he had been exhibited was Willingdon Beauty) was so highly regarded on the farm that everyone was quite ready to lose an hour’s sleep in order to hear what he had to say. At one end of the big barn, on a sort of raised platform, Major was already ensconced on his bed of straw, under a lantern which hung from a beam. He was twelve years old and had lately grown rather stout, but he was still a majestic-looking pig, with a wise and benevolent appearance in spite of the fact that his tushes had never been cut. Before long the other animals began to arrive and make themselves comfortable after their different fashions. First came the three dogs, Bluebell, Jessie, and Pincher, and then the pigs, who settled down in the straw immediately in front of the platform. The hens perched themselves on the window-sills, the pigeons fluttered up to the rafters, the sheep and cows lay down behind the pigs and began to chew the cud. The two cart-horses, Boxer and Clover, came in together, walking very slowly and setting down their vast hairy hoofs with great care lest there should be some small animal concealed in the straw. Clover was a stout motherly mare approaching middle life, who had never quite got her figure back after her fourth foal. Boxer was an enormous beast, nearly eighteen hands high, and as strong as any two ordinary horses put together. A white stripe down his nose gave him a somewhat stupid appearance, and in fact he was not of first-rate intelligence, but he was universally respected for his steadiness of character and tremendous powers of work. After the horses came Muriel, the white goat, and Benjamin, the donkey. Benjamin was the oldest animal on the farm, and the worst tempered. He seldom talked, and when he did, it was usually to make some cynical remark — for instance, he would say that God had given him a tail to keep the flies off, but that he would sooner have had no tail and no flies. Alone among the animals on the farm he never laughed. If asked why, he would say that he saw nothing to laugh at. Nevertheless, without openly admitting it, he was devoted to Boxer; the two of them usually spent their Sundays together in the small paddock beyond the orchard, grazing side by side and never speaking. The two horses had just lain down when a brood of ducklings, which had lost their mother, filed into the barn, cheeping feebly and wandering from side to side to find some place where they would not be trodden on. Clover made a sort of wall round them with her great foreleg, and the ducklings nestled down inside it and promptly fell asleep. At the last moment Mollie, the foolish, pretty white mare who drew Mr. 1 Jones’s trap, came mincing daintily in, chewing at a lump of sugar. She took a place near the front and began flirting her white mane, hoping to draw attention to the red ribbons it was plaited with. Last of all came the cat, who looked round, as usual, for the warmest place, and finally squeezed herself in between Boxer and Clover; there she purred contentedly throughout Major’s speech without listening to a word of what he was saying. All the animals were now present except Moses, the tame raven, who slept on a perch behind the back door. When Major saw that they had all made themselves comfortable and were waiting attentively, he cleared his throat and began: “Comrades, you have heard already about the strange dream that I had last night. But I will come to the dream later. I have something else to say first. I do not think, comrades, that I shall be with you for many months longer, and before I die, I feel it my duty to pass on to you such wisdom as I have acquired. I have had a long life, I have had much time for thought as I lay alone in my stall, and I think I may say that I understand the nature of life on this earth as well as any animal now living. It is about this that I wish to speak to you. “Now, comrades, what is the nature of this life of ours? Let us face it: our lives are miserable, laborious, and short. We are born, we are given just so much food as will keep the breath in our bodies, and those of us who are capable of it are forced to work to the last atom of our strength; and the very instant that our usefulness has come to an end we are slaughtered with hideous cruelty. No animal in England knows the meaning of happiness or leisure after he is a year old. No animal in England is free. The life of an animal is misery and slavery: that is the plain truth. “But is this simply part of the order of nature? Is it because this land of ours is so poor that it cannot afford a decent life to those who dwell upon it? No, comrades, a thousand times no! The soil of England is fertile, its climate is good, it is capable of affording food in abundance to an enormously greater number of animals than now inhabit it. This single farm of ours would support a dozen horses, twenty cows, hundreds of sheep — and all of them living in a comfort and a dignity that are now almost beyond our imagining. Why then do we continue in this miserable condition? Because nearly the whole of the produce of our labour is stolen from us by human beings. There, comrades, is the answer to all our problems. It is summed up in a single word — Man. Man is the only real enemy we have. Remove Man from the scene, and the root cause of hunger and overwork is abolished for ever. “Man is the only creature that consumes without producing. He does not give milk, he does not lay eggs, he is too weak to pull the plough, he cannot run fast enough to catch rabbits. Yet he is lord of all the animals. He sets them to work, he gives back to them the bare minimum that will prevent them from starving, and the rest he keeps for himself. Our labour tills the soil, our dung fertilises it, and yet there is not one of us that owns more than his bare skin. You cows that I see before me, how many thousands of gallons of milk have you given during this last year? And what has happened to that milk which should have been breeding up sturdy calves? Every drop of it has gone down the throats of our enemies. And you hens, how many eggs have you laid in this last year, and how many of those eggs ever hatched into chickens? The rest have all gone to market to bring in money for Jones and his men. And you, Clover, where are those four foals you bore, who should have been the support and pleasure of your old age? Each was sold at a year old — you will never 2

Part 3

Well rip my earth.

If they went to an irl scicraft farm, mumbo would be the happiest spoon in the world

its called a Volkswagon not v w bus mumbo lol

Grian is a madman

I love the you and grian are awesome

They should have had VR for the games.

im just gonna say that recurve archery is literally the hardest thing

"I'm just gonna... stop Mumbo before he angers the druids any further." /r/BrandNewSentence