"Lo and behold... The day breaks open near yonder mountain valley, filling it with warm light, mirth and laughter. For today is the day our fathers have long foretold, passed down from generation to generation. Many have died, in vain and in honor, for us to gaze upon this day with our own two eyes. Today is the first day of a new kingdom!"
King Joseph Tribbiani the 15th, royal emperor of New Yorkington, sat upon his kingly throne with an air of majesty. Dressed in his royal gowns, he gazed upon his empire like a hawk. "Today is the day", he repeated to himself over and over again. A single tear formed in his lower eye and gently caressed his face as it smoothly glided over his soft, perfect skin. King Joseph was always a ladies man, but today was the day he would leave it all behind. He looked at his ring finger, long barren until this blessed day.
"Sir Bing", Joey proclaimed and in walked in his best man, his right hand, his stallion with which he would ride off to war! Clip-clop, clip-clop went the hooves of Chandler's feet as he sauntered into King Joseph's royal bedroom. Chandler was a fine steed, born and bred by only the finest of the talking horse clan of the lower east kingdom. King Joesph and chandler were inseparable, friends to the very end of time and space!
"Could to-neigh be any more perfect?" proudly proclaimed Chandler.
"No my good horse, today could not be any more perfect! For today is the day of my ROYAL wedding, to my blessed fiancee deborah, the beautiful. LONG MAY HER BEAUTY FILL THE HALLS OF MY FOREFATHERS AND MAY SHE BLESS THESE BLESSED HALLS WITH MANY BLESSED CHILDREN FROM WHICH I MAY PULL A HEIR. Now tell me young Chandler, my blessed companion, how are the preparations going? Is the feast FIT FOR A KING?"
"The riga-pony is steaming, the breed is crisp and raw and many foals of soup are ready for even the peasants to feast and celebrate upon! Could thy food be-ist any more readington?"
"No my good horse... the food could be not any more readington..."
KING Joseph walked over to the window and gazed at the bright sun. His eyes twinkled in the glow, as if the sun was proclaiming "LOVE LIVE THE KINGDOM OF JOEY AND DEBORAH." But hark! What was this? A lone rider coming in from the western country? Invitations were sent out many moons ago and many a guest of lord and lady have filled the halls with their joyful celebrations already. Who could this be?
"Sir Chandler! My blessed steed and greatest companion! Use your telescopic eyes to see who this may be!"
"Right a-neigh" cried Chandler and his eyes morphed into the shape of a bifocal lens. After all, Chandler was a magic horse! But from what his eyes saw, his brain could not perceive! "My lord, King Joseph! The rider is clad in the garbs of people from the western Isle of Long Islington! Checkered, almost plaid, armor and a headpiece sporting the symbol of New Yorkington's archery team! Could he be anymore out of place?"
"No, he could not be more out of place! Quickly, open the gates! Let him in!"
The gate creaked open and in rode this mysterious man. The entire city, just now awakening from their blessed slumber, filled the streets and gazed upon the man. Awe and majesty filled their eyes as they could tell that this man was also very kingly in his own right!
"Why, look at all of the people gazing upon him! Its as if…. its as if everybody loves him!" proclaimed King Joseph in his most kingly and dignified manner.
"Could i be any more worried about this man, King Joseph? However, I will con-steed, surely he is a handsome fellow!"
"Hey young chandler, he is rather handsome."
Joey walked to his window and gazed upon the man with an iron eye and a steel toe…