Locker 327, Toylandia, Thursday Afternoon
It was glorious. There were banners and balloons, battlements and buttresses. And toys.
There were so many toys.
The two girls had known that they were in for an adventure when Locky had sucked them in, but they really hadn't predicted that they'd have a rubber duck escort to the castle of the ailing King Kaleidoscope, the somewhat colourful lord of the realm of the toys.
Not that they objected to any of this. Especially not with the way everyone treated them like they were long-lost friends, family even, that had to be welcomed back excitedly. They were friendly girls and people being friendly back only made sense to them, even when it was the King of Toylandia who greeted them as such.
"Is that at real crown?" Alluka had wanted to know. The King assured her that it was.
"Heey, nice," Mabel decided, leaning over to appreciate the bedazzling appreciatively. Mabel loved a good bedazzling. "And is that a real throne?"
The king assured her that it was quite real, as well.
Alluka duly admired that too. "Can, can we sit on it?"
The King thought about it and then took his crown off his head and broke it in two. They gasped in impressed surprise as the crown wriggled, and squiggled, and reformed into two separate bedazzled crowns and set one on each of their heads. Then he waved for them to go and sit on the throne.
The entire court stared in awe as the two girls both made their way to the throne, one boosting the other into the seat, and then getting a hand up into it herself.
The girls started in awe as, once they were settled, the entire court fell to their knees (or squeaky appendage equivalents) and bowed.
The king, meanwhile, did a little jig at the front of the room, clicking his heels together and everything before he made a beeline for the door.
"I'm finally free to go on that vacation to Candyland! Bye, suckers!"
A handful of lollipops in the old King's entourage began to silently weep.
With a trumpet in hand a herald (who was also a skip-it, that had eyes) announced: "The King is dead!" Even though he wasn't. "Long live the Queens!"
"Long live the Queens!" echoed the court.
The new Queens blinked.
[NFB! For the other queen! Er. The one who co-wrote this post. Not any other queens.]
There were so many toys.
The two girls had known that they were in for an adventure when Locky had sucked them in, but they really hadn't predicted that they'd have a rubber duck escort to the castle of the ailing King Kaleidoscope, the somewhat colourful lord of the realm of the toys.
Not that they objected to any of this. Especially not with the way everyone treated them like they were long-lost friends, family even, that had to be welcomed back excitedly. They were friendly girls and people being friendly back only made sense to them, even when it was the King of Toylandia who greeted them as such.
"Is that at real crown?" Alluka had wanted to know. The King assured her that it was.
"Heey, nice," Mabel decided, leaning over to appreciate the bedazzling appreciatively. Mabel loved a good bedazzling. "And is that a real throne?"
The king assured her that it was quite real, as well.
Alluka duly admired that too. "Can, can we sit on it?"
The King thought about it and then took his crown off his head and broke it in two. They gasped in impressed surprise as the crown wriggled, and squiggled, and reformed into two separate bedazzled crowns and set one on each of their heads. Then he waved for them to go and sit on the throne.
The entire court stared in awe as the two girls both made their way to the throne, one boosting the other into the seat, and then getting a hand up into it herself.
The girls started in awe as, once they were settled, the entire court fell to their knees (or squeaky appendage equivalents) and bowed.
The king, meanwhile, did a little jig at the front of the room, clicking his heels together and everything before he made a beeline for the door.
"I'm finally free to go on that vacation to Candyland! Bye, suckers!"
A handful of lollipops in the old King's entourage began to silently weep.
With a trumpet in hand a herald (who was also a skip-it, that had eyes) announced: "The King is dead!" Even though he wasn't. "Long live the Queens!"
"Long live the Queens!" echoed the court.
The new Queens blinked.
[NFB! For the other queen! Er. The one who co-wrote this post. Not any other queens.]