Prologue
Mason, the king's advisor, widened his eyes in surprise. The two kings walked in and saw his expression. "Hey, wat'cha looking at?" Brady asked, indicating the scrap of paper in Mason's hands. "Boys, it's time I tell you something I should have before."
"What is it?" Boomer said. "Well, Kinkow isn't the only island and you aren't the only rulers."
"What?" Brady said. "Does that mean we get to have wars and all that cool stuff?" Boomer said, excited. "Awesome! Boomer, do you think there's a queen?" Brady asked. "Uh, boys. This is a ransom note. They took Lanny!" Mason said, ruining the boys' fantasies. "Hmm...King Conference," Brady said, pulling Boomer into a huddle. "You think we should get him back?"
"He is our cousin-"
"Who thinks he's the king!"
"Good point..."
"Ehhh...Oh, why not?"
"Alright let's go save Lanny," Brady said, turning to Mason. They all left the Palace Plaza...all except for one. Lanny snickered behind a palm tree. "One of my plans finally worked! Once those idiots anger the people of Pinkow a war will start, the kings will die and I will rule! HA HA HA!"
