"A Matter of Principal"
Daria and Jane were walking home from school.
"So, who would you marry?" Jane held up a hand, all but two fingers folded down. "Sir Topham Hat or King Friday?"
"Sir Topham Hat," Daria replied immediately. Jane was incredulous.
"Really? I'd have pegged you for the absolute monarch type."
"I like me a good top hat." Daria dead-panned. "Classy."
"Come on, Daria," Jane laughed. "What's the real reason?"
Daria sighed. "It's a matter of principal." Jane motioned her on. "I promised Quinn King Friday when we were kids."
Jane stared, mouth agape. "You promised Quinn? What, did she play the princess angle, or-?"
Daria shook her head. "The plan, the way she told me, was to depose King Friday and rule Make-Believe with an iron fist. There was also some talk of extending the borders, but I don't think the Fraggles had territory anywhere near there."
Jane was silent for several minutes as she absorbed this information.
"How long ago was this, exactly?"
"Around kindergarten."
"Quinn thought this up when she was in kindergarten?"
"No." Daria turned her head and glanced at Jane out of the corner of one eye. "When I was."
"Oh-kaaaay. I never pegged Quinn for a megalomaniac but then, I avoid contact with her whenever I can."
"A wise course of action."
"Okay, so no King Friday." Jane thought a moment. "Sesame Street, then. All the cool Muppets have died in a horrific moth attack. You have to choose between Bert and Ernie."
"What about Telly?"
"Let's assume he broke from the trauma and offed himself. Who do you choose?"
Daria sighed again. "Bert."
Jane eyed the shorter girl with a calculating look.
"Do I want to leave this alone?"
"Yes. Yes, you do."
And so they passed the remainder of the walk in silence.