Merry early Christmas, everybody! I thought to do my best for this one, and I thought I wouldn't be able to update on Christmas - seems like I'm done earlier than expected. I hope you like it! Oh, and from now on, episodes will be split into two. Double episodes (like, Return of the Kings, Kings of Legends, Evil King) will be divided in four parts. And here's what I've planned for the next episodes:
-Revenge of the Mummy, pt. 2
-Tone Deaf Jam, pt. 1
-Tone Deaf Jam, pt. 2
-Three Little Kings ("lost episode")
-Trouble With Doubles, pt. 1
-Trouble With Doubles, pt. 2
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-Writer207
It was just a normal night at the castle, like always. Well, as normal as they could be. At this point, Boz hadn't seen anything about the mummy that should appear soon anywhere. And, with that, he was hanging around in the King's room until the moment they decided to go to bed, to make sure the two boys wouldn't get in too much trouble. Brady was jamming on his guitar, Boomer was playing on something and Boz' only thought was, at the moment, the mummy, which he knew better under the name of 'Kaita'. He put his legs on the coffee table, and pain ran through his leg.
Well, at least another thing – other than the mummy – was occupying him.
In the last game of Junga Ball, he hurt his foot when Boomer accidentally elbowed the servant with the strawberry blonde hair into the piranha pool. He still had no idea how the fish did it, but he ended up at the infirmary with a broken leg. It was healing well, but he still had to be careful. He had – finally! – come to the point where he could rely less on the crutches, but still needed them for some occasions. And, at this point, he had forgiven Boomer about what he'd done. He couldn't have known what he was doing, being too occupied by winning that game.
Suddenly, the light turned down. The three looked up, and Boz immediately suspected Lanny. The lights wouldn't just go out by themselves. And the button to make the room darker, was untouched. Somebody must have shut off the electricity (probably Lanny).
"The light just dimmed?" Boomer noticed, "You think Mason forgot to pay the electric bill?" Brady shrugged.
"Or Mikayla finally decided to make her move. Very romantic," The 'oldest' said, and Boz rolled with his eyes. They seriously didn't realize they could be in possible danger? Mason never forgot to pay the bills, and Mikayla would never think about dating Brady. Or, at least she wouldn't think about it until Brady was turned evil and she kissed him, and turned him good again. And to make this situation bit stranger, fog appeared from the bathroom. Okay, he wouldn't be surprised and alarmed if the light was still on.
"And fog! Come out, come out, wherever you are…" Boz face-palmed. He wanted to scream it wasn't Mikayla – he'd seen her leave for patrol in the Jungle an hour ago – but he didn't get the chance, as he was interrupted by a voice that sounded much like Mason's. Yet, when he turned around, there was nobody, just a bunny on the pool table. The three of them watched the bunny say some words they never expected a bunny to say.
"Have you see the medallion? Well, have you?" Brady and Boomer got closer, looking at the bunny, surprised. Brady pointed at it.
"Boomer, did you order a talking bunny?" Boz watched Brady. Why would Boomer want a talking bunny? He thought. It was very obvious Boomer's favorite animal was a cat, and not a bunny. Wait a second… Boz wished he had his notes with him, one of them said something about this particular talking bunny – not really a talking one, but there was a bunny included in Brady's diary. Why had he left those notes in his room? Right at the moment he needed to check them, he didn't have them. Just great.
"No," Boomer replied, and his eyes widened when he looked behind Brady, "Did you order a Tarantula person?" Boz turned around and saw the Tarantula. He found himself frozen, looking at the scene in front of him. He wanted to do something, even the smallest thing, but he was just frozen on the spot as the Tarantula ran past Brady and started attacking Boomer.
No, this wasn't natural.
Brady grabbed the vase, and Boz was able to walk around again, and such. Brady held it above his head, ready to knock the Tarantula out – it wouldn't harm the vase, it would only break slightly – but he stopped in his tracks when he saw Boomer. He was hanging on a trapeze, wearing Tarantula clothing. Boz and Brady gaped at Boomer, not knowing what he's done. Also, the Tarantula person was gone.
"Surprise?" Boomer said, and Boz was already helping Boomer off of that trapeze, but it seemed he was glued to it.
"Why is this happening?" Brady screamed. Boomer nodded towards something behind Brady. Boz turned around the moment Boomer mentioned 'it', and his eyes widened. No, not now, please not now…
"Maybe that guy knows." Now, Brady turned around as well and behind him stood Kaita! Well, not Kaita in ream person, but the mummy seemed very much alive. The mummy grabbed Brady by the shoulders, and started – tried – to wrestle with him, to eventually kill him. Boz stepped forward, but after one step, he sank to his knees. He was having a killer head-ache, right on the moment he didn't need one. It felt like his head was exploding, as if someone was playing drums on it.
Man, he hated being unable to do anything.
"Where did you get that medallion?" Brady was able to ask the mummy, still wrestling with it.
"Kinkow is mine!" Kaita responded in that low mummy-voice of his. It hurt Boz even more.
"That wasn't the question." Brady had the guts to say, and the mummy threw him to the bed. When Boz looked up, the mummy was going towards the 'oldest' …
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When he woke up, he ran up the stairs, as fast as his legs could carry him. The kings were in trouble, he knew. The mummy had attacked them in their dreams. It was the King dreams Mikayla would tell them about tomorrow, but right now, he had to protect the kings, every night until they finally got the bat medallion back. Why wasn't he immune to these dreams now? I mean, at this time, younger him in Mindu was dreaming about bananas and not about some mummy attacking some teen idiots.
He arrived just in time to hear the mummy say "You're out of toilet paper." and to hear his younger brothers scream like little princesses.
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When Boz woke up – again – he should have known these were dreams. After all, in those, he hadn't need the crutches to get to the King's room. But now, it took him twice as long to get into their room. He had luck his room was only one floor away from the King's Room, just like Mikayla's, but he learned not to wake her when she was still asleep. He still had the scar from six years ago. He came just in time to hear Brady talk.
"… dream and it's weird we're having it night after night." It's also weird that I dream the same dream with you guys, he thought bitterly. He was kind of pissed off because he didn't really like those dreams. Yes, he could properly walk again, but he couldn't help the kings in there. And he hated that.
"We just gotta stay awake for the rest of our lives," Boomer responded, before turning around and facing Boz, screaming. "What are you doing in here!?" Boz thought about it. He couldn't say he was worried, or that he'd been dreaming the same dream as them. He couldn't say he was sleepwalking, because even if younger Boomer was a bit dumber, they wouldn't buy it.
"I thought I heard you guys screaming," he said as innocent as he could. Brady and Boomer nodded, considered Boz' lie, and decided that he was telling the truth. I mean, who wouldn't be worried if the kings were screaming as if they were going to die? Alright, they weren't dying, but it was scary that the mummy had no toilet paper, and it also didn't make any sense.
"What I wanted to say before you came in," Brady said, glaring at Boz as if he had done something terrible, "is that we could also sleep next to the guards." Boomer nodded, considering the idea. But Boz shook his head.
"Or you could sleep in my room?" the kings started to laugh, and Boz just let it happen. Them laughing at his idea normally meant that they thought it was stupid, unreasonable, and that their idea was superior. While, most of the time, theirs were the ones that needed some extra help. Boz could've climbed up to save Mikayla from the cliff when Tristen visited, but no! Brady just had to have to show Mikayla how brave and daring he was.
"No thanks, we'll sleep by the people who were born to protect us," Brady said, and they walked past Boz, ready to go to the guards. That was, until Boomer realized something 'important'.
"Wait! What if this is a dream, too?" Before Boomer could slap Brady, like intended, Boz stopped the hand of his younger brother, and then slapped the dark-skinned boy, and then his other brother. Both started to scream loudly. Really? He hadn't slapped them that hard!
"Ouch, that really hurt! That must mean we're really awake." Boomer said, as Boz nodded.
"Yes, you're really awake. Now I'm really going to bed," Boz said, and he went out of their room, going back to his own, not wanting to hear anymore bogus coming out of their stupid mouths.
The next morning, after Boz tried to get downstairs with his crutches, he and Mikayla looked upon the two sleeping Kings. And for some time, he wondered how two kings could stink so terribly. They had slept downstairs, yes, and the two of them lay half on the ground. The other half was either on the couch, or their coffee table.
"Waka Waka!" Mikayla screamed, and the two Kings immediately woke up, screaming. Boz thought Boomer even said 'pancakes'. Maybe that was what he wanted to eat for breakfast. Or lunch, Boz didn't think this Boomer cared when he was having breakfast, as long as he could eat those 'pancakes' he was talking about.
"Good morning," Mikayla said to the King, who then crawled up – Brady almost directly after hearing Mikayla said these words to him, "You two have a little pajama party?" Brady and Boomer looked at each other, as if verifying something they told each other after they got here. Boz wanted to come with them, until they slept, but he didn't because he can't use one of his legs properly and he didn't want to go all the way there just to hear what they were talking about. He'd know it sooner or later, anyway.
"Sleep walking," Boomer answered, "It's a twin thing, you wouldn't understand." Then, they started to walk away. Probably because they would want to put on some clothes and don't want anybody but the guards to see them in their sleeping attire.
"Like when you scratch and Brady shakes his leg?" Mikayla asked. Wait, they've been doing that? Boz still needed to learn a lot about the behavior of the two Kings. Brady and Boomer turned around and faced Mikayla. Boz imagined Brady looking at Mikayla with love.
"We don't do that," Brady insisted, and they walked back to their room. At that moment, Boomer scratched his head, and at the same moment, Brady shook his leg. Boz looked at Mikayla, and she was looking at him, too.
"They totally do," Boz confirmed, and the topic brought another one in his head. Did Lanny had a habit, aside from trying to kill the king on daily basis? Two days ago, he found some poison in their drinks and put it in Lanny's glass before the Kings got theirs. Not very smart of the little imp to make such move, because Boz had decided to make sure the Kings didn't touch any poison before had.
Then, Mason walked in, his face as if something terrible had happened. "This is not good," the sasquatch said. Boz just nodded, letting Mikayla talk to her moody father. He decided to get upstairs, to his room, so his leg could rest, like the doctor told him to. Too bad he didn't get that much rest with Brady and Boomer as Kings.
"I know," Mikayla replied, "Now that morning king stink is down here." It was. Huh, Boz hadn't noticed. Well, he was too preoccupied with other things to notice the King's horrible smell down here. Like the Bat medallion.
"No," Mason told his daughter, while looking around the throne room. "It's the bat medallion. I can't find it and I've looked everywhere." Well, the two Kings always were stinking, so that was probably the reasons that… wait a minute! Did Mason just say 'bat medallion'? Uh-oh…
"What?" Mikayla said, and Boz hoped that she wouldn't see that he was trying to hide something from her, like the dream the kings had every night, "If the medallion falls in the wrong hands, it could lead to a century of darkness. You didn't lose it, did you, daddy?" No – Mason was too smart, smart enough not to lose the most valuable piece of bling for the Dark Side. Mason shook his head.
"No, little baby," Mikayla grunted upon hearing her nickname, and Boz grinned – apparently Mikayla didn't like being called 'little baby' in front of a servant to the Kings, "I got a bad feeling about this. Wait, you don't think the kings would take it, do you?"
"They're dumb enough to try," Boz mumbled. He hadn't thought about the consequences for Brady and Boomer, now the two Makoolas heard from the closest 'friend' of the kings – the guy that wouldn't get away from their side, even if they wanted – that the kings were indeed dumb enough to take the bat medallion after being told not to touch it.
No, it hadn't been wise to answer spontaneously, but at the bright side, he discovered that the Makoolas prefer the staircase over the elevator. In the six years he lived in the palace, he never knew that it had an elevator. But to him, it just was much handier – that way, he could just take the elevator instead of losing at least ten minutes trying to get up to his room. He arrived at the door of the Kings at the same time as the Makoolas and entered the room. They drove them back to the pool table and with the cue Mikayla pushed them into a position in which Brady and Boomer wouldn't be able to get away.
"Tell me what you did with the bat medallion, or you can forget about your good boy cake!" Mikayla would buy them a good boy cake? Unfair! He never got one! But, at the other side, both Brady and Boomer needed the encouragement, while Boz was simply driven by the need to protect his people, alongside the Kinkowians.
"When you say bat," Boomer started, "do you mean the kind with wing or the kind you play baseball with?" Mason stepped closer to the 'twins', coming dangerously close to them, clearly not in the mood for chitchat.
"She means the kind with wings. Now, have you seen the medallion?" A shiver ran down Boz' spine. Why? Those were exact the same words the talking rabbit in the dream told them every night, with Mason's voice. So, it was really weird to hear Mason say it, and not some random bunny.
"When you say medallion," oh boy, "do you mean the necklace or the ch-"
"Necklace!" Boz helped. He did not want to know what Brady would call 'medallion'. So far he knew, a medallion was a piece of bling, but with the word 'bat' placed in front of them, it became the most dangerous object Kinkow possessed.
"Well," Boomer helped his brother out, "we haven't seen it since Mikayla told us not to touch it. I hope you didn't lose it!" he added accusingly. Boz looked at Boomer and shook his head. This Boomer lied a lot more than the Boomer he got to know. They had some crazy adventures and he had to lie sometimes, but older Boomer didn't lie as much as younger Boomer. The one and only reason Boz shook his head – he was disappointed. Since when could they bribe a king with something idiotic like a good boy cake?
"It's still okay, daddy," Mikayla tried to comfort her father, "if the medallion falls in the wrong hands, the Kings would be having the vision dream. You haven't been having vision dreams, have you?" Yes, we have, Mikayla – every night since they've stolen the medallion, and I don't like it at all to keep it a secret to you, but my job is to protect the stupidest Kings of Kinkow from the disasters they create. Sadly enough, Boz meant what he thought. Brady walked closer to Mikayla, ho already put the cue away.
"Well, you're a vision and I dream of you." If Brady wasn't a king, and if Mikayla and Mason weren't in the room, he'd slap the king again, gladly. Mason glared at the eldest twin.
"Do you really wanna push that button?" that eventually silenced Brady, who went to stand back with his brother.
"You would know if you've been having the vision dream. It's full of signs that the medallion has been taken." Mikayla told the kings, and Boz found that one very interesting. And Mason's answer was even helpful: "And according to legend it will tell you how to get it back." So they would get the medallion back when Brady wrestled with a mummy who ran out of toilet paper while Boomer was hanging around in Tarantula clothing, glued on a trapeze and with Boz having a head-ache. Yep, that definitely would help. Boomer shook his head.
"Well, nope, no vision dreams here. And neither has Brady. We share a dream journal." they share a dream journal? Well, at least they didn't call it a dream diary, because that would be really embarrassing.
"Yeah!" Brady helped Boomer, "We'd let you read it, but I don't want to push any buttons." Okay, it was now official – Brady dreamt about Mikayla, which made Boomer also dream over Mikayla. Wait, did that mean that Brady would sometimes dream about Beyoncé?
"Still," Mason said, voice guilty-ridden, "the loss of the medallion is on me. We will have to proceed in the Ceremony of Shame." Mikayla looked shocked in her own way – still shocked, but able to hide these emotions for a big part.
"What's the Ceremony of Shame?" Brady wondered, "Is it like your first shower in gym class?" Boz mentally face-palmed, and already knew that he would be doing that a lot.
"It's an ancient tradition where they would try to humiliate me, but I guarantee I will not be broken," Mason told the kings. Boz frowned – he never heard about the ceremony of shame, but he would surely watch, whatever it was. He now was interested to what Mason had to hide from the outside world that should be so humiliating. Can't be worse than sinking an island.
"It's a painful process, but it's necessary for all of us to move on." Mikayla said. Then, Boomer seemed to understand what it was.
"Oh, kinda like puberty," he commented, and Mikayla and Boz shook their head, with an addition of rolling the eyes on Mikayla's part. Then, the guard girl turned to the monkey-boy.
"Boz, you know them better than we do. Are they telling the truth?" Mikayla asked. Boz opened his mouth, ready to give an answer, only to close it again and turn his head to his brothers, who subtly were pleading him to lie for them. Boz sighed – he had to protect the Kings in any form, even humiliation, because it might be the reason Brady left. Which meant lying about a topic nobody should lie about.
"Yes," he said, facing Mikayla again, "they tell the truth. If they had the bat medallion, they would already have lost it, and Mason would have found it within two hours. And if they didn't touch the bat medallion… it surprises you and me both that they actually listened to your wise advice." Mikayla sighed, and looked from Boz to her daddy, and then back to the limping redhead.
"Okay. Thanks for your honesty. See you guys downstairs within two hours." she told the twin kings and servant, and she and her father left to prepare the Ceremony of Shame. When the two couldn't be heard anymore, Brady and Boomer started to laugh. Brady walked up to Boz.
"Dude, thanks for helping us out. I don't like to say this, but I think we owe you." No, Boz didn't need a 'thank you' for lying to Mikayla about something this serious. He faced Brady, and his face screamed seriousness and disappointment. Something Boomer and Brady failed to notice.
"No! Don't thank me! I lied, how would you thank me for lying?"
"Because you got us out of trouble?" Boomer responded, and Boz shook his head.
"Yes, but… I know about the dream. With the talking bunny, the trapeze with Tarantula Boomer and that the mummy ran out of toilet paper!" Boz told the boys, almost yelling at them. The Kings looked shocked at their servant.
"You know?" Brady gasped.
"Yes, I know, because I dreamt it, too. I don't know why, but I have had the same dream over and over again with you guys," he explained to the boys.
"Well, you better not tell Mikayla, or else…" Boomer began, but Boz interrupted the black skinned king. Normally, he would let Boomer say whatever he got to say. Yet, the monkey-boy wasn't really in the mood to listen to Boom's complaints about everything and more.
"Or else you don't get your good boy cake? It is unfair, you know? If I lie, I do it for my own purpose, not to please the first teen kings Kinkow ever had up 'till now. What have I gained from this? Nothing, but Mikayla might stop trusting me after this." the Kings didn't seem to realize why that was so bad for their servant/friend.
"And that is a problem because…" Brady said, and Boz could hear that the eldest really didn't know what Boz was talking about. And right now, Boz didn't care if he verbally hurt the twin kings.
"You don't understand, do you?" Yep, he really was crossing a line here, "Off course you don't understand! You might call yourself Kings of Kinkow, and geniuses, and the two monarchs of the most powerful island of the Kalooki Isles, but the truth is that you're just some sort of… you keep acting like… like monkeys!"
"We are no idiots and don't act like monkeys!" Boomer retorted, and took a bite from a banana he found… somewhere… Boz could have sworn there were no bananas when he and the Makoolas came in. he shook his head, not able to find an answer to that comment. Off course they acted like monkeys, but Boz was the one freaking out here.
"You… You… damn you!" he eventually yelled, "Damn you idiots! You know what? I quit!" and he started to get himself out of the king's room. That was until he reached the door, when Brady asked one last question.
"You quit?" Boz noticed the tone of his voice – and how Brady always used it when he didn't know about what someone was talking about.
"As in, I'm no longer your subject? I don't work for you anymore? Get it now – I don't work for you guys, because I just quit."
"Wait, you worked for us?" Boomer asked, and Boz sighed.
"Idiots," he muttered, and walked out of the room, down the stairs to the floor under the King's, and took from there the elevator downstairs. Seriously, how come he didn't know about the elevator? It made sense, though – the Makoolas didn't tell much about the secrets the castle hid from the royal family. His parents probably knew about all secrets.
Yet, when he came out of the elevator, he felt something he hoped he wouldn't feel when he came back in time. He felt sorry. And in the moment up there, he quit. He seriously quit after just two months?
Man, what have I done?
Two hours later, they stood at the plaza, ready to begin the Ceremony of Shame, being led by – what a surprise – sweet little cousin Lanny. Brady, Boz, Boomer and Mikayla were placed to stand at the side, and there were seats for the interested villagers to watch. Almost 70 % of the guards were there, too, including Mahuma and Stan. Mason, before the Ceremony, stood in front of his seat, in the middle of the two sides of interested villagers.
Then, Lanny appeared, wearing a black and silver dress. Or, yeah, it looked like a dress, but he would probably tell them it was a cloak. If he was looking at it from the corner he was standing in, little Lanny looked like an elf. Too bad Lanny had the perfect looks of a hobbit than, even with his dark hair.
"People of Kinkow," Lanny started, stopping next to Mason, "Mason Makoola has lost the sacred bat medallion. He must be publicly humiliated. Sit." Mason refused to sit, and how hard Lanny pushed him, Mason still stood up. "Medallion!" Lanny then hissed, and against his will, Mason sat down on the chair, letting Lanny continue the Ceremony. "Everyone thinks Mason is so brave. He can wrestle an alligator and knock the teeth out of a hippo, but that doesn't mean he's without fear, does it, Mason?" Mason looked at Lanny before answering.
"I'm also not afraid of little elves who run in elf dresses." Boz grinned, and noticed everybody did except Brady and Boomer. Finally, someone stood up to the evil genius. It's just too bad that Mason could only say something about the dress Lanny was wearing. Yet, it was just great to know that Lanny not the only witty person was on the island.
"It's a cloak," Lanny responded, looking down at his dress. Definitely a dress, Boz thought. "Now, what does the scare the macho hippo puncher? Bring me the beast!" A guard walked up to Lanny, holding a small plaque in his hands, coming close to Lanny with it. "Picture," Lanny continued, "a six-year-old Mason on a spring day, and a little Easter-hunt when you became the hunted." Lanny pulled away the blanket covering the beast, only to reveal the bunny from the vision dreams. From the corner of his eyes, he saw that Brady and Boomer looked surprised, too. They looked at Boz, who quickly turned his eyes back to the Ceremony.
"Get that floppy eared monster away from me!" Mason hissed, clearly very scared. Boz just shook his head. Luckily they didn't have a Ceremony of Shame on Mindu, because such things were considered very rude and cruel. It was… well, humiliating, and the Minduians didn't really like humiliating someone, or follow how someone is humiliated. And so it came to be that Boz did not like that Mason was being humiliated by his 'sweet little cousin'.
"Big bad Mason is afwaid of a little bunny wabbit!" Lanny mocked the big guy, and Mason started to glare at Lanny. The message was simple: it's not funny.
"Dude, that's the bunny from our dream!" Brady said, as if he just noticed it and put the things together recently, "What if all that stuff is coming true?" It is, and you can't avoid it this time, Boz thought. Boomer shook his head, probably still thinking about the good boy cake he may or may not get.
"No, it's not. It's all just part of the show. Now, relax and enjoy it. Cousin Lanny worked really hard," the black skinned king said, and pointed with his hand back to the Ceremony of Shame. Meanwhile, Mason was told to keep the bunny in his hands. Or, hand, trying not to touch it too much.
"Please," Mason pleaded – wait, he pleaded? –, "don't make me pet the bunny." he'd better said nothing.
"Pet the bunny!" Lanny commanded, and Mason seriously seemed to have a problem petting the bunny. He had some serious trouble, being afraid of something so cute.
"I'm telling Mikayla that we lost the bat medallion." Brady said. Great. Now I don't have to tell her, Boz thought. If the Kings would solve the problem on their own, he could make it look like he forced them to do it. Okay, that might sound like a plan Lanny could come up with, but hey, Boz learned to scheme from the best there was. "Mikayla, I-" It wasn't meant to be told now, as Boomer hit Brady in his shoulder. Wow, he must really want that cake.
"I'm sorry, it just hurts him to see that your dad is a wimp," Boz would've said something if he still talked to them, but after quitting, he didn't really see why he would tell the Kings how he felt about the strongest man on Kinkow being humiliated, "I'm taking him inside to get him some fresh air." Wow, that totally did not sound logical. But it was Boomer-logic, he could expect it. And Mikayla seemed to be surprised Boz didn't follow them inside.
"You're not going with them?" Mikayla asked, and Boz shook his head. He didn't have to go with them at all time, did he?
"No, I… well, just after you and Mason left, I spoke my mind and I might have yelled at them. I don't want to risk them kicking me out of the palace. I've got nowhere to go." Literally, he really had nowhere to go. He had nothing to seek in the past (other past than this one), and he couldn't go back to the future. So, he was stuck here. At the beginning, it seemed fine, but now…
It had only been two months, but why did it feel like it already had been years?
Now, it really was unfair for Mason. Seriously, did he really need to upon up his legs because the bunny might touch it – or bite it, or harm him, or whatever Mason thought was going to happen. Boz rolled his eyes, and looked at his watch, only to turn his head back to the castle. They've been inside for half an hour now. Normally, Boomer would have already knocked some sense into Brady within ten minutes, and should be here now.
But they weren't, and Boz started to worry. He tried not to worry and go after them. He quit, he remembered, he wouldn't be wanted. The reason he didn't dare to talk to them, was because he was afraid to say something they could use against him. Or that he insulted them again.
Okay, he got caught up in the moment, and might have said some things he didn't really mean, but the kings… they didn't know if he really meant it or not, and if they thought Boz had meant every single word he had spoken… hopefully they didn't kick him off the island, he had nowhere to go.
"Where are Brady and Boomer?" Mikayla asked Boz, and he just shrugged.
"I don't know. Still inside, I guess. Maybe in their room, they're there most of the time," he responded, with a matter-of-factly tone. She looked at him, surprised.
"There's something to them, I can feel it," Mikayla said. Boz shrugged again, trying his best not to look her in the face. She was very good at seeing if Boz was lying to her. Upstairs, few hours ago, he just got lucky she didn't directly watched him.
"What's wrong? I know there is something wrong," Mikayla insisted, and Booz took her to behind Chiki Kiki, to make sure nobody was watching.
"Okay, promise not to tell anybody else? Great!" he didn't even wait for her answer, "Back when I yelled at them, I might have told them that I quit and that they act like monkeys." Boz was now ashamed of what he told them – they were meant to do great things, even if they weren't that bright or handsome.
"What?"
"I was caught up in the moment, what did you expect me to do?" Mikayla had a look on her face, which Boz identified as the one she got when she was thinking about an answer, but couldn't find one. Eventually, she answered him.
"Let's go and find them," she said, and the two of them made way into the castle. They didn't see the disappointed look on Mason's face when they left him on this miserable Ceremony of Shame.
"They're not in their room," Mikayla announced as she ran down the stairs in the throne room. At the same time, Boz hopped in the throne room after ditching his crutches in the kitchen – he found it a lot easier to just leave them somewhere, he was quite unhandy with them.
"And they're not down here."
"Where could they be?" Mikayla asked, and the two looked at each other. Only then Mikayla seemed to notice Boz didn't have his crutches. "Wait, where are your…"
"Currently, in the kitchen, and they may stay there. I don't like using them." Boz answered, and sat down on the couch, and Mikayla stared at him. "What? Can't a man sit down and give his leg some rest?" and he made it himself comfortable.
"Boz, you're with them all of the time, you know them better than any of us. So, where could they be?" Boz thought about it, and found that he didn't know. But, if he placed themselves in Boomer's shoes – definitely not Brady's, those stink – he might find out where they could.
"If I were them, right after they went inside, I would go to my room to talk. Then, after the talk, because Brady doesn't like you dad getting humiliated, they would possibly try and find the bat medallion, beginning with the whole palace; and if it weren't in the palace, they would…" Boz' eyes widened, and he stood up, all weight on his unharmed leg, "they would go search the Dark Side."
"What? Why the Dark Side?" Mikayla wondered.
"Last week they lost their pants – long story," he quickly added before Mikayla started to ask some indignant questions, "they would first search the palace, and then they dragged me to the Dark Side, and they told me the Tarantula People might have stolen it. The very uncomfortable trip ended with getting their pants back from Dirt Fairies, who thought that the pants were theirs because they were so dirty. The point being, they went immediately to the Dark Side, so they probably are there now." Mikayla nodded.
"It is logical – if the medallion is lost, it somehow always finds his way to the Dark Side. We gotta leave." Boz looked up, confused, as Mikayla walked to the.
"Does it really have to be now?" he whined, and Mikayla shook her head, walking back to him. She grabbed his shirt, and walked towards the jungle, Boz hopping behind her. Nobody but Lanny paid attention to the two, because it was more interesting to watch how Mason already tried to keep a bunny away from him. They were lucky they took away his machete.
So, Boz and Mikayla went into the jungle to get Brady and Boomer out of there. Since Boz was certain they would be searching the Dark Side, they got there as fast as they could. Mikayla had offered to Boz to help him get there, but Boz insisted on getting there himself – they didn't want to lose time, so he didn't have to be carried by Mikayla. Instead, Mikayla walked and Boz swung from vine to vine with his arms, something he didn't really need his legs for, luckily. And, eventually, Boz was leading and Mikayla was running behind them.
So, once at the Dark Side, they slowed down, and when Mikayla by accident stood on a small stick, they heard voices.
"Hide!" "Dinosaur!" Obviously, Brady and Boomer, said in that particular order. Boz frowned. Seriously, 'dinosaur'? You could have said 'Tarantula', Boz thought, as he and Mikayla got closer. The two teen kings were hiding behind a tree – behind a small tree, so they were still very visible. The redhead shook his head and rolled his eyes.
"Oh, I wonder where my Kings are," Mikayla said, as if she read it form an autocue, "I wish they were here to protect me." Even with the bad acting, as bad as her dancing, Brady and Boomer appeared. Brady came first, and almost stumbled.
"Wish granted!" he said, looking at Mikayla. Yup, he was head over heels for her.
"Seriously, dinosaur?" Boz asked Boomer, and they looked up, only to look back to Mikayla – they didn't seem to find it very spectacular Boz could still do that with an almost completely healed leg. Apparently Mikayla was way more interesting than the dude that dared to say he quit in front of their very eyes.
"Are you looking for the bat medallion? Look me in the eyes," Great strategy, Mikayla! They both knew Brady couldn't resist when he looked in Mikayla's eyes, and that he would do whatever she asked him to do. Too bad, but Boomer was thinking about that, too.
"Brady, look me in the eyes." Boomer ordered after he turned Brady to him. From the distance, Boz saw movement, and thought it was better to climb up higher. Tarantula people were more focused to whatever lay at eye-height, and under that. They barely cared about what flew through the air (only when a razor hawk was involved). In the meantime, the conversation was still not done.
"If you don't mind, I like it better over there." Oh, if Boz didn't have to hold onto the vine…
"We made a bro-mise, bro," Boomer told his bro, "we stick together, no matter what." then, the Tarantulas Boz had seen earlier, could now also been heard. And, with that, Boomer freaked. Just good that he would not also grow a few inches, but also a lot of bravery over time. "Every man for himself!" he yelled, and disappeared in the bushes.
"Don't worry, Mikayla; I'll protect you." Brady said, turning to Mikayla, not noticing the crowd of Tarantulas gathering right behind his back.
"Look behind you," Mikayla said calmly, and that was when Brady noticed the Tarantulas. He screamed like a little girl – surprisingly – and almost fell in Mikayla's arms. He recovered quickly, and spontaneously told her something that even Boz didn't know.
"If we had the bat medallion, we could control them." Boz' mind went haywire. We can control Tarantulas! We can control them with the bat medallion, surprisingly, but we can control them! No more trouble from Tarantulas on Kinkow! Wait, how does he know that? Life is supposed to be fair! Mikayla also looked surprised at Brady.
"How do you know that?" She wondered, and Brady hesitated. At that moment, Boz instinctively dropped himself, and landed on some Tarantula person. By accident, but it was the leader of that group. Both him and Boz lay on the ground, and the other Tarantulas quickly surrounded him.
"Wow, Boz! Where'd you come from?" Oh, you've got to be… How could Brady react that dumb?
"Where do you think?" Boz couldn't help but say that. In the meantime, the beta from the group, stood in front of Boz, and knocked him out with something that looked like a giant bat – this time, it was the kind you play baseball with, and not the kind with wings.