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What? Oh. You want the story, eh? Well you can't! BWAHAHAHA! Just kidding. This is a one-shot --- I think.

Chapter 1

(not really)

Jonathon of Conte woke up, sweating. Instinctinvely he glanced over at his bedside table. His eyes bluged at what he saw.

Guess what he saw?

Nothing. That's right, he didn't see anything because there was nothing there to see. His bedside table was completely and utterly empty.

Lord Roaul randomly walked into the room saying," Jon, your eyes are bulging and your bedside table is empty. Did you know that?" Then he walked right back out again.

"My crown is gone!" Jon cried, eyes huge and (hehe) still bulging.

Instantly a million servants crowded into his bedroom. One began setting up his bath. Another began making tea. Seven more stood about asking stupid questions. The rest were simply standing around pretending to be doing something they weren't. Suddenly a man with a red cape and his underwear on the outside (a.k.a. Superman) flew in over the top of all this mess and began a fight with Batman over who would rescue the King. Meanwhile, unnoticed, Spiderman came in and rescued the King.

Jonathon stared for a few minutes, his eyes still bulging. Then he shouted," Who the heck are you people? Do you even exist?" Right after he said that everyone and everything except the King dissappeared, leaving the King in a huge white empty space.

"I take it back!"

Everyone reappeared and Chaos ruled again.

Jonothan stared for a few minutes. Then he screamed and ran away. (In case you have never seen a great King scream and run away, this is what it looks like: a big, brave man screaming like a girl, no offense meant ladies, then running away kicking his heels up into the air and just being a sissy.)

He was still running when the Queen stepped out of the door in front of him. It occured to him that she shouldn't even be in that room at all, but he forgot about that in the light of what had recently happend to him.

"My dear, my crown is gone! We must find it!"

"Of course my King. I shall round up a search party." With that said, she hurried away.

Later that evening, the King arrived at the emergency meeting he had called, in hysterics. Everyone stared at him, until he cried out," My crown is gone, we must look for it!"

Lady Alanna screamed and broke down crying and Roaul once again randomly walked in (though it shouldn't have been random because he had been invited) and said," Jon, your crown is gone, you are having hysterics, and Alanna just had a heart attack. Did you know that?" Then he walked right back out again. The King recovered enough to yell for him to come back, and watch Roaul return before a huge white ambulance crashed through the wall to tend to Alanna. Of course, the archers on guard thought that this was an attempt on their King's life, so they fired. Now everyone had to duck the arrows flying everywhere on top of trying to calm themselves and the people around them. The situation only got worse when Superman, Batman, Spiderman, the million servants, and the Teen Titans all crashed through the ceiling.

The Queen walked into the room now and shouted, "SILENCE!" This and what she was wearing (a black t-shirt that said 'silence is golden, duck tape is silver' and low cut jeans) resulted in absolute order and obedience. "These are the people I hired to help us search for Jonathon's crown."

A few moments, three fire extuingishers and twenty-seven plates of cookies later the room was completely spotless with everyone sitting around the table perfectly calm. The only one missing was Alanna and she was only missing because she had been taken to the infirmary because of her heart attack.

End Chapter 1

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I changed my mind. This will have multiple chapters. I'm just too lazy to delete what I previously wrote about this being a one-shot. Whatever. Anyway, please review, because reviews make Coco happy and a happy Coco is inspired to do things that will stop getting her into trouble at home and/or at school (or it could make her write more, or it could do both, who knows?)