"Well, shall we get ready for you to go see Frankie now then?" the Queen asked once she took one last extra serving of chocolate cake for dessert. She wanted to be well fed so she wouldn't feel forced to eat Magenta's cooking. Whenever she'd come visit Magenta would always make a feast for her, but the Queen had to admit, Magenta was a rough woman, but her food wasn't good enough even for an Earth dog to touch.
Annette dabbed her mouth clean with a napkin and smiled happily. "Delighted to, your Majesty."
"Oh, wonderful, come with me!" the Queen gushed, hopping from her spot and walking sluggishly to carry her fat legs to her son's home to invade his privacy and welcome him to the dangers and wonders of arranged marriage.
Annette almost seemed to float with how smooth her walk was. Her eyes went distant but a pleasant smile was on her face and a hum that wasn't louder than her breathing could almost be heard.
The Queen saw the small servant trying to reach the button to send them away. She rolled her eyes and pushed him out of the way. "Move it, I know what I'm doing." she stepped inside, cramped. "THIS THING IS GETTING TOO SMALL!"
Annette blinked as the servant was pushed. She gave a quiet giggle as she had saw it as a game of 'push the butterfly people'. When the queen climbed into the space where they stood to be transported she, Annette, was pressed into a corner.
The small servant stepped out to make sure they were safely inside. "You all ready to go?" he asked.
"Yes, yes, get on with it, small fry!" the Queen demanded.
"Yes ma'am, have a safe travel." the small servant pushed the button, sending Annette and the Queen away in a beam of light.
Annette closed her eyes at the bright light. She didn't open them and looked around "this doesn't look like a castle..." she said quietly, and a little more high-pitched in nervousness.
"Oh, please, it's merely-" the Queen stepped out and looked around. "Say... This isn't my Frankie boy's place! It can't be! Francois Nestor Furter, you better not have lied to me again!" she growled, looking around for the right directions. It looked nothing like she remembered if it was the right place.
Annette stepped out too and played with a lock of her hair. She saw a TV and gave a soft exclamation. To her it looked like one of the viewing monitors used to call people from, but to the normal eye it was obviously not one. She glided over and tried to get it to work.
"Maybe this'll know where Frankie is." the Queen suggested, looking at the monitors. She pulled some switches, but nothing happened and one of the screens she tampered with went to static snow. "Oh dear, I think I've angered it."
Annette looked at the queen as she said this. "These are quite temperamental, your majesty..." she sounded a little annoyed with the 'monitors'.
Suddenly the high back chair turned around, a man sat there looked mad, his hair slightly mussed due to it seeming he must have been snoozing. "How dare you break my Televisions... Who are you and how did you both get in here anyway?!" he shouted, standing up and storming over to the two women.
The Queen turned to him, glaring. "Who do you think you are and why are you in my beloved son's home uninvited in such clashing attire!" she demanded, growling at him.
Annette looked at the man with wide eyes. Her lips parted in shock and she stepped back.
"Look lady," the man glared at the Queen. "This is my office in my TV station, I am Farley Flavors, and I demand you tell me who you are and what the heck you're doing here!?" he shouted. How dare these strange woman come in and break his things in his office. However the younger one was quite pretty and he found himself wanting her. He grabbed Annette's arm assuming they were mother and daughter. "Tell me or I'll get the girl sent to prison." he threatened.
Annette's face took on a look that obviously showed she had gone into her own world, probably because of the scare she was experiencing.
"This isn't Frankie's place after all!" the Queen exclaimed, looking around. She then sighed and decided to make this quick. "I am Queen Lavender of Transsexual, Transylvania. Darling and loving Mighty Furter of the Transylvanian galaxy. Now release my future daughter-in-law, she is too good for the likes of you, 'Funky Flavors'!"
Farley sneered at the Queen. "I don't think I will, go waddle off and tell your 'Frankie' that he'll have to pay for the damages you two women have caused!" He looked at Annette and saw her face in his eyes on a glint. If Janet didn't work out, this girl would make a great face for his show, and her mental state would allow him to make sure she wouldn't run off.
"HOW DARE YOU TELL ME WHAT TO DO!" the Queen snarled. She then turned to Annette. "I can't believe this guy thinks he can get away with this!"
"Don't worry, I'll defend you from this knave of tom cats." Annette said quietly and aimed a slap at Farley.
Farley growled once he was hit. "You are insane!" his grip tightened on her and he shook her a bit. "I don't care if you are a queen or wherever you live, in MY living place, you do as I say, now go or the girl will be institutionalized!" he spit at the queen.
"Ugh, fine!" the Queen grew impatient. "This place clashes with my outfit anyway! You just better not hurt my daughter-in-law! Frankie must meet in all one piece, then he can devour her later." she chuckled. "What do you want Funky?"
Annette looked up at Farley. Her doe eyes wide and looking almost like an animal they were 'named after' was stuck in headlights of an approaching car.
Farley glared at the Queen and used his free arm to wrap around Annette and draw her closer, looking like a predator. "I want 'Frankie' to come down here and pay for the damages... Especially if you want the girl to not be harmed or locked away."
The Queen snorted. "Fine, I'll get him. Once you meet my darling Frankie you'll be sorry!" she went to a distance and took out a contactor button from her fur coat. "Annette, make sure this Funky Flavors doesn't cause no trouble!"
"Yes, your Majesty." Annette nodded respectively.
"It's Farley Flavors!" the boss man growled. "FAR-LEY! Not Funky!"
"This old thing better work!" the Queen snapped, pressing her button to get it to work. "I know what your name is, Freaky."
Annette giggled kind of sweetly. She found the queen's naming of Farley, funny.
Farley growled and glared at the queen.
Back at the castle, Miracle was serving up the food on the table as it was her job now. Riff Raff helped serve the drinks. Frank still looked shaken once he sat down for dinner. He didn't take any of the food or get a drink.
"Come on, Frank, eat." Magenta told him.
"I can't, I'm not hungry." Frank said, shallowly.
"You gotta eat something!"
Miracle looked at her parents, then at Frank. "I'll have something if you vill."
Frank turned to her. "I won't subject you to torture of your mother's cooking."
"SHE COOKED!" Magenta snapped, then settled down. "Sorry..."
Riff Raff only blinked as the noise of one of the communicators sounded. He then went and collected the communicator to answer the call with his title on Transsexual. "General Riff Raff here."
"Ah, yes, Vitus, there you are," the Queen smirked. "I'm afraid I've gotten lost, this man doesn't know how to treat a woman of high social status! Can you believe that, Vitus?"
"It is not right, your Majesty," Riff Raff made himself sound like he agreed. "Do you know roughly where you are, and would you like to talk to Prince Frank?"
"Oh, yes, I miss my darling boy, I need him and have a lovely surprise for him!" the Queen grinned in a way that could only match Frank's Cheshire cat grin. "I'm not sure, this man 'Farley Flavors' or whatever is holding us here and won't let us go!"
Riff Raff nodded and took the communicator into the dining room. "The Queen for you Prince... We'll come and fetch you your majesty, just stay calm please so he won't have to hurt anyone."
"Oh, gods..." Frank shuddered about talking with his mother. What did she want now? Didn't she know her son was in trauma? "Could you ladies excuse me for a moment?" he stood up from the table.
"Go ahead." Magenta waved him off.
"Excellent!" the Queen chirped, then turned sharply to Farley and Annette. "You're gonna get it now, Mr. Funky Chicken!"
"Oh, goodie..." Annette's glazed eyes cleared again.
"Stupid woman." Farley mumbled about the Queen. He headed over to her, half carrying Annette, he would talk to Frank too.
Riff Raff gave a stiff bow and went to the girls about the Queen and someone else being caught by Farley Flavors.
"What a silly name, Farley Flavors." the Queen laughed at the man in charge.
"Mother?" Frank stepped in to speak with her about the situation.
Annette looked at the new face in the Communicator. So this was Frank, seeing a more real version made her blink.
Farley glared at the queen and then looked at Frank in the communicator. "Am I speaking to 'Frankie'?" he asked, putting sarcastic emphasis on 'Frankie' and leaned down so he could be seen and the threat would be evident.
Frank shut his eyes slowly and rolled his eyes, opening them again. "Yes, this is 'Frankie'. What are you doing with my mother, sir?"
"This man doesn't know how to treat a royal, Frankie! Make him stop!" the Queen cried, feigning distress. "You love Mummy, don't you?"
"Yes, Frankie loves Mummy." Frank mumbled.
"Your mother and her little guest caused damages to my office equipment," Farley smirked. "Now, I want you to come down and pay for the damages they caused... Or both of them will pay the consequences," he showed Annette to Frank as well, grabbing her by the chin to turn her face fully to the communicator.
Annette possessed the exotic slightly ethereal beauty of most Transylvanians on Transsexual.
Frank raised an eyebrow at Annette. He didn't recognize her and wasn't sure whether to care for her lie threatened or not. But his mother was held hostage. "What is the meaning of this?" he asked.
"I suggest you come and pay like I said," Farley instructed. "Or they will pay the consequences, both your mother and future bride."
"Future bride?" Frank's eyes widened.
"Is there a problem with that, Frankie Boo?" the Queen said, sounding strictly serious, though it was laughable for her to use one of Frank's old nicknames.
Frank then sighed and rolled his eyes. "Fine, where are you exactly, Funky Flavors?"
"In my office in the TV Station," Farley said. "Tell the guards to show you the way."
Annette was stunned by Frank's lovely eyes, so she didn't speak.
"Very well, don't you two worry, I'll get you out of there." Frank signed off.
"Now you're in for it, Mr. Funky Chicken!" the Queen looked smug around Farley now. "Man, you're a lot more better to look at than my first husband!"
Annette looked at the Queen and then Farley. "Will you let me go, Farley Frog-Prince?" she asked in her high-pitched, sweet voice.
Farley rolled his eyes. "No, and I don't date older women, but thank you for the compliment." he told Annette and the Queen.
"Your loss, sweet cheeks." the Queen bounced her soft, curly bouncy hair.
Annette shifted uncomfortably. She crossed her arms and huffed.
Farley sneered.
It was 7:30 once LP finished her spaghetti dinner with Cosmo and Nation. LP would have to get herself to bed now so she excused herself to go to her new bedroom, get changed and drift off to another land. Nation gave LP a good night hug. "Want me to come and sing the lullaby?"
"Yes, please." LP yawned in the hug and nuzzled gently.
"Okay dear, come on then." Nation smiled, taking her to her own room in the station.
LP happily followed, looking at the pictures of people along the way. She passed some rooms she opened a little, one was Cosmo and Nation's room which had some cropper thing in the bed. It puzzled her to see that, but she ignored it, then she passed a room where Laura and Ricky were cuddling each other. She shrugged and kept walking along. "I didn't know Laura and Ricky lived here lived here, I thought it was just a job."
"Well, we thought it was best so that they're never far away if we need help with a patient," Nation explained, opening the bedroom door. "Go get in your pajamas and I'll come in when you're done."
"Good point, I'll be not too long!" LP bounced inside her new room to get comfortable for bed. She got dressed, playing with a kitchen whisk, amazed at the 'powers' it held.
Nation then went in and tucked LP in and sat down on the edge of the bed. "Ready, dear?"
"Ready Freddy!" LP beamed with a smile.
Nation started to sing the lullaby and stroked LP's hair softly. Little Precious's eyes felt heavy and she started to yawn. She then clung onto her pillow and lulled off to sleep. She might've been a teenager, but she was like a child inside. Mostly because Frank didn't treat her like a child sometimes, more like an adult and disciplining her in every change he got. Luckily, this wouldn't happen anymore. Nation smiled softly as she got to the final verses and switched off the light, leaving the room and closing the door behind her. LP fell right asleep after that and began her journey in the world of dreams.
"Kinda early for a fourteen-year-old to go to bed." Cosmo remarked as the clock read 8:15 pm.
Nation looked at Cosmo. "I know, but at least she'll not sleep in late."
"That'll be good," Cosmo smiled. "Should we get her into work to keep her busy? She doesn't seem to be educated."
"Part-time work, we could educate her properly."
Cosmo heard someone at the door and wondered what was up. "Guests at this hour?"
Nation shrugged and followed him to the door.
Cosmo opened the door and smiled instantly at the sight of Miracle. "Well, hi cutie pie, I was hoping you'd come back."
Miracle blushed at his nickname for her and nodded.
"Cosmo, this is serious." Magenta said suddenly.
"She's right," Frank added. "We have no time for games."
Nation instantly brightened when she saw Frank, though it dimmed when she could see the seriousness.
Riff Raff passed, having asked the directions to Farley's office from the guards. Suddenly, as soon as the older adults passed Miracle, she went forward and grabbed Cosmo's face gently and kissed him on the lips. She really liked Cosmo and was showing Frank that love was spontaneous, not forced. Cosmo smiled sheepishly, allowing everyone else to pass to get down to business.
"Go, go, go!" Frank called as they went to find Farley, Annette and the Queen.
Cosmo watched the others leave, and smirked once he was alone with Miracle. His mouth was wide open in surprise of the sudden inflicted kiss and he fell into a chair with his legs crossed together. Miracle bit her lip shyly at him, then continued to follow to the headquarters of the TV Station. Nation looked at her brother to check over him.
"What a woman!" Cosmo gasped, then noticed the others gone to Farley's office. "Uh-oh."