Brad Crawford opened his eyes slowly. "What happened…?" He wondered aloud, he sat up and noticed immediately that he was no longer in Tokyo. "What the….?" He blinked.

"Braddie! Yer up!" Schuldich exclaimed, walking over to him. "Where the censored am I? Wait… what the censored? … What's with the blue dot?" Brad asked. "Oh, that's the Blue-Censor-Dot." Schuldich said. "… So I'd gathered. What the censored is it doing here?" Brad asked, getting irritated by the bleeping whenever he tried to say something. "Crawfie! You're awake!" Someone exclaimed happily, running over to stand by Schuldich. "Who the censored are you?" Brad asked. "I'm Verie, I'll be your author today." The girl said happily. "… Wha…at?" Brad blinked. "I'm Verie. I'm the author. .. Well, actually I'm the character who is here in representation of the author, but we won't go into that." She said. Brad noticed Schuldich's and Verie's attire. "What's with the get-up? You look like people from Robin Hood or something." Brad said. "Erm.. about that, Bradley," Schuldich said, "You see, you're the prince." "What the censored are you talking about?" Brad asked. "Ok, we're all in… um… Disneyland," Brad arched an eyebrow, "if you want to call it that. Anyhow, I get to be your sidekick, and you're Prince Charming. Funny, ne?" Schuldich said. "I am not amused." Brad said bluntly. "Yeah well, get your censored up so we can begin our quest." Schuldich said, helping Brad up. "I still have no idea what the censored you're talking about." Brad said. "Let me explain. Ok, so I've magically transported you into a strange, incredibly messed up fairy-tale land where everyone is cast as something. You're stereotypical Prince Charming. I'm… the author… that voice that's really annoying that's saying everything we do, that's the Narrator. He's a censored. But that could be because I hate narrators." Verie said, just as a rock flew out of nowhere and hit her in the face. She glared at the sky and shook her fist angrily. "You'll get yours, Narrator!!!" She yelled, before walking off-screen.

"This… makes no sense." Brad said, fighting off a migraine. "Sure it does! Now c'mon, we're gonna find some princesses and maybe even a bar. Wouldn't that be awesome, Braddie?" "Don't call me that." Brad grumbled. "Fine. The only reason you got to be the prince is because you look like the stereotypical Prince Charming." Schuldich mumbled. "I do not!" Brad exclaimed defensively. "Sure ya do, you've got the black hair, dark eyes, you're tall…. You wear white…." Schuldich listed. "Shut up!!! I'm not a fairytale character!!! This is copyright infringement! I refuse to take part in this! WHERE'S MY LAWYER?! I'm the property of Kyoko Tsuchiya and Koyasu Takehito and Project Weiß!" Brad exclaimed. "Copyright laws were meant to be broken, Braddie." Schuldich said. "NO THEY AREN'T!" Brad yelled. "Ok, so maybe not. But deal with it. Japanese copyright laws are different than American. In Japan, you can use the characters without any permission and all that happy stuff as long as you don't claim you own them. Fun, ne?" Schuldich asked. "No." Brad grumbled. "The only problem is your glasses. Prince Charming should have perfect eyesight." Schuldich said, grabbing Brad's glasses. "HEY!!!" Brad exclaimed, attempting to get his glasses back. Unfortunately, he couldn't see well enough to figure out which hand Schuldich was holding them in. "Censored you." Brad grumbled, giving up. "C'mon, Braddie. We've gotta go find a town. With a bar. A nice bar. A bar that doesn't have a giant blue dot over it." Schuldich said, despite the fact that this is supposed to be G rated, so there's no way in censored he's going to find a bar without a giant blue dot over it. "Shut up, Narrator. I can dream, can't I?" Schuldich asked, even though he can't dream because he needs to get on with the story. "Fine, fine." Schuldich mumbled, walking through the forest dragging Brad by the collar of his expensive armani suit. "Hey! LET GO!" Brad exclaimed. So Schuldich did, allowed Brad to trip over a rock and fall flat on his face. "Tsk tsk tsk… Prince Charming is graceful, Brad. And you just failed the grace test. We're going to have to work on that." Schuldich smirked. "Give me back my glasses before I brutally maim you." Brad mumbled, picking himself up. "Brad, Prince Charming would never brutally maim his best friend!" Schuldich exclaimed. "I'm not Prince Charming, I'm a cold-hearted assassin from a Japanese anime. I'm the VILLAIN in said Japanese anime. Do you understand that?! We're BOTH villains!!! Why can't one of the GOODGUYS be Prince Charming?!" Brad demanded. "Because none of the good guys wear white and have black hair. Duh." Schuldich rolled his eyes. "FOR THE LAST TIME I DON'T LOOK LIKE A DISNEY PRINCE!!!" Brad yelled. "Not with your glasses." Schuldich said. Brad used the Patented Crawford Death Glare™®© on Schuldich. "Brad, that doesn't work without your glasses." Schuldich said. "Censored!!!" Brad said. "Another thing, Prince Charming doesn't have a foul mouth. That's reserved for his best friend." Schuldich said. "Shut up." Brad mumbled, managing to grab his glasses back from Schuldich while he wasn't paying attention. "Fine, take the stupid things. Fail at being Prince Charming, completely mess up the plot! I don't care! As long as I get to go to a bar, I'm happy." Schuldich said, even though he should already know that there aren't any bars because I already told him thus. "And didn't I tell you to shut up?" Schuldich asked the amazingly cool Narrator. "Amazingly cool my FOOT." Schuldich argued, because he's an idiot. "Ok, that's it! Don't make me come over there!" Schuldich shook his fist angrily.

After awhile of arguing with the amazingly cool Narrator, our "heroes," if you could call them that, continued on their journey. Soon, they came across a frog. This wasn't just any frog, it was a talking frog. Infact, it was an Irish talking frog with an eyepatch. "Sounds corny." Schuldich said bluntly, because he really needs to shut up. "Let's not get into this again." Brad mumbled. "Hello, Prince Crawford! If you kiss me I'll turn into a deity deleted to protect the religious-hurting princess!" The frog exclaimed. "… This is a G-rated fairytale?" Brad asked skeptically, glancing at the frog. "… Wait.. aren't you a guy?" Schuldich asked. "Pretending to be a princess hurts deity deleted to protect the religious." The frog explained. "… … Farfie?" Brad asked in disbelief. The frog nodded. … How a frog might go about doing that, is beyond me. But I'm not the one writing the script, I just read it. So blame Verie for all anatomically incorrect information. "Maybe we should leave before Farfie insults large collections of um… non-Anti-deity-type-thing deleted because religious references shouldn't be in fairy tales and stuff decided to sue us or something." Brad said. "Does the Blue-Censor-Dot have to be so long winded? Honestly, it shouldn't be so lengthy in its explanations of why it's censoring things." Schuldich blinked. "Leave the dot alone and c'mon." Brad said, walking off. "Right-o!" Schuldich exclaimed, following Brad.