For once the band of morons' sprint actually took them to the wicked castle. This was both pleasing and discouraging. Pleasing, because the band of morons have been trying to get to this wicked castle for the past few chapters. Discouraging, because once they got to the wicked castle they realized that carrying on with their mission, of rescuing Liechtenstein, was going to be no picnic.
Not only did the wicked castle look like a mix between Azkaban and the Disney castle, it also gave the band of morons a mixed feeling between pure excitement and wonder to pure terror and fear. This was a place that would look great on a Christmas card, but at the same time look great in the establishing shot of a horror movie.
"Oh my good golly gosh, this place is ginormous!" America said in wonder.
"That's a ginormous problem," England said mockingly as he rolled his eyes.
"How? This place is énormes. We can probably get in and out before dame folle even realizes that we're here," France stated.
"Yes, but how do we know where Liechtenstein is? We could accidentally run into Belarus before we even get close to getting to Liechtenstein," England explained.
"Seriously, England, don't you listen to public radio?" America asked in a smart tone, "Liech, is obviously trapped in the dungeon."
"What does that have to do with public radio?"
"Exactement! Liechtenstein is definitely trapped in le donjon," France said agreeing with America before England's question could be answered.
"Bark!" said Toto in agreement. Well, it can be assumed that he was barking in agreement.
"It's going to be simple! All we have to do is break into the dungeon!" America cheered.
"There's another problem," England stated, "where is the dungeon on this castle?"
"Well duh, the dungeon is always under the castle," America replied. "Don't you watch Korean soap operas?"
"What does Korean soap operas have to do with dungeons?"
"Il sera facile. All we have to do is get into the dungeon get Liechtenstein and get out," France stated in agreement with America.
"But what if Belarus has her evil minions guarding the dungeon?" England asked.
"Then we beat them up," America replied.
"That won't be necessary. Belarus's larbins malveillants are in the yard right there, peeling grapes," France said pointing to the yard. "We just have to avoid them."
"Bark!" said Toto in agreement with France.
"But what if Belarus is guarding the dungeon?"
"Then we beat her up."
"We can't win in a fight against the Wicked Witch of the West!" England exclaimed, "She's got magic and freaky hand motions!"
"What if we were in déguisement?" France said gesturing to Estonia, Latvia, and Lithuania peeling grapes.
"That's an excellent plan, France!" America exclaimed.
"What is?" England asked.
"France thinks that we should knock out those commie monkeys and steal their clothes," America explained.
"Bark!" said Toto.
"I don't think that's a good idea-"
"It's an excellent idea! If we dressed like her flying monkeys, Belarus wouldn't be able to recognize us! She would think that we were her flying monkeys! And she wouldn't kill us! It's a foul proof plan," America explained excitingly.
"I don't think just putting on the clothes of her…" England's voice trailed off when he looked at France. "Never mind, wearing her minion's clothes is a perfect plan."
"Let's go beat up some commie monkeys!" America cheered leading the band of morons towards Lithuania, Estonia, and Latvia.
"Actually," France said, stopping everybody from sprinting in, a strange voice, "I have a better idea."
A/N
Hopefully, I'll finish this before it finishes me. Don't forget to review!
Like Translations!
Énormes – huge
dame folle – crazy lady
exactement- exactly
Le donjon – the dungeon
Il sera facile – it will be easy
larbins malveillants – evil minions
déguisement – disguise
