I don’t know . . . it fills me with nostalgia for the days when I could still enjoy books like that but I can’t explain why. Ever get those moments in a used book store? Perhaps it is the suggestion of wonderful strangeness inside the book that eventually wore thin with finding out the contents were only as bizarre as the covers and no more, and perhaps less.
Actually, the giant sock puppet appears to be fighting on the behalf of the knights. I looks like the two ants on the left are cowering in fear, while the knights on the right raise their swords and cheer.