"Princess Shroob?" Clyde asked. "I think someone is approaching us. I saw a suspicious figure on the security cameras."
"A suspicious figure, you say?" Princess Shroob said to her current servant. "What did they look like?"
"Believe it or not, but they wore a red cloak, had swirly eyes, and a toothy grin. ...Not very human, if you ask me." Clyde was an RC Shroober of the age of 16 who was a guard in training, but until then, decided to be one of Princess Shroob's servants.
"Doesn't make them less suspicious. I'll send out some guards."
In the guards' main room, everyone immediately got up from their seats once they heard the familiar buzzing that'd summon them.
"Check all of the outside areas thoroughly!" Ian, a Commander Shroob and their leader, commanded. "If any of you finds anyone, halt them and send them away!" He subsequently blew his whistle hard.
"Roger!" the dozens of Support Shroobs shouted as everyone went on their way to the castle's courtyard.
However, their search was short, as Fawful just kept on standing there with his hood off and his hands in the air, even before anyone aimed their laser guns on him.
"I have peace" he said once he saw all of the laser guns being aimed on him. "You lot can have a trust in me."
"Wait up" the stoic commander said. "You're not a human. And neither are you a Shroob, which, of course, is a full hundred per cent obvious. What are you?"
"I'm Fawful."
"Fawful, you say? Your name sounds familiar, but that doesn't really matter now. Why have you entered our primary property, if I may ask?"
"I have a desire to speak to your princess." The Engrish Beanish was very agitated upon seeing Ian's moustache, though. "But please, have a removal of that 'stache of yours, it has a bringing back of sickening memories of a certain red 'stache and green 'stache!"
"Ah, so you're not fond of humans, either? Guess what, so are we, and especially not those red and green humans that wounded Rick, our main commander. But please refrain from commenting on my moustache, or any of the moustaches that us Commander Shroobs are mandatory to sport! Mandatory, I tell you!" Ian blew his whistle to all of the Support Shroobs. "You lot can rest while I escort this Fawful to the princess." He subsequently grabbed his communicator to let the princess know that she had a sudden visitor.
"Sir, yes, sir!" the Support Shroobs said before returning to their main room.
Fawful looked around the castle's corridors in awe as Ian escorted him all the way upstairs.
"Whoa…" he softly gasped. "This castle has beauty…! I have no denial about this…!"
"I cannot agree more, Mr. Fawful" the Commander Shroob replied. "After all, the majority of the Shroobs did their utmost best to make it look this gorgeous, because otherwise, the princess would absolutely not be pleased!"
"I have a wonder if you have an interest in beans?"
"What was that, sir?"
"Beans. Fawful has the talking about beans. Does Mr. Commander 'Stache have an interest in them?"
"Oh, beans. Well, I'm not sure, why?" That statement left Fawful a little befuddled, because he didn't really know how to lie that easily.
"Well… because. Not a reason in particular, like oxygen in the overall air."
"Hmm… now you tickled my interest somewhere, my good sir. I do hope that the princess won't mind about this, though."
Fawful showed his usual variety of beans again.
"You have either the picking of one" he said, "or all of them. No, not the entire backpack-load, because then Fawful would be left beanless, like a bag of air in a car." He 'fu-ru-ru'd' a little at the embarrassing thought of having his entire backpack robbed of its contents.
"Hmm… that's a tricky one…" Ian had some trouble with choosing, and he hated that so much since it occurred to him quite often. "I'll take the regular ones to begin with." He grabbed the bag of 'regular' beans and handed the Engrish Beanish some coins in exchange.
"I have your thanks."
At the same time, the two had arrived at Princess Shroob's room upstairs.
"Looks like we've arrived. Fawful, thank you for the beans. Take care." And with that, Ian went off, and it was up to Fawful to personally meet Princess Shroob on his own.
The whacky Beanish put his hood back on and chuckled out of both nervousness and hope that the beans would still be one of the Shroobs' weaknesses.
Princess Shroob was busy watching a movie on her giant projector TV, but reacted a little startled once she heard the chuckling near her.
"Who or what is that?!" she slightly exclaimed as she tried not to drop her bowl of popcorn. "Clyde! Check to see if it's trustworthy!"
"Yes, ma'am" Clyde the servant replied as he went to the entrance path of the room. However, once he saw Fawful, he initially drew his laser gun and aimed it at him.
"I have peace!" Fawful yelped as he put his hands up in surrender.
"Wait a minute…" The teenage RC Shroober scratched his head and reluctantly lowered his laser gun. "Did Ian escort you here? What species are you?"
"I'm Fawful." The crazy Beanish removed his hood and showed himself.
"I think I may've heard of you recently… oh well, doesn't matter. I don't know if I can trust you, though."
"You can have the trust in me, my kind Shroob."
"Is that so?"
"Clyde!" Princess Shroob shouted as she had paused the movie she was watching. "What's taking you so long?!"
"O-oh, s-sorry, p-princess! Y-your visitor is here!" Clyde hastily escorted Fawful towards the princess. "Remember, that person Ian mentioned via the communicator?"
The alien princess was a tad befuddled when she examined Fawful.
"You're not a human, are you?"
"Uh, no?" the Engrish Beanish awkwardly chuckled. "I'm known as Fawful. I can see that you have some curiosity in me."
"Fawful? Whose name is Fawful?!" Princess Shroob was left laughing. "What an awful name!"
"I have fury and the feeling of offence!"
"Oh my gosh, I cannot even properly comprehend what you are and why you're here…!"
Without any question or hesitation, Clyde handed a handkerchief to the princess so she could dab her tears of laughter away.
"I've had heard rumours that you have hatred towards a certain red 'stache and green 'stache" Fawful continued. "Well, have the guessing of what, Fawful has it, too."
"Wait, wait, wait… did you just mention red and green?"
"Yes, Miss Princess."
"The very same humans whom I told to scram to the present and whose princess I'm currently holding in captivity?!" Princess Shroob seemed infuriated all out of sudden. "Did they send you here?!"
"No, no! Why would they have the doing of that? They are terrible fink-rats!"
"Oh… oh my Ghoul Guy… my sincere apologies for overreacting! My, I cannot agree more with your statement that they're terrible fiends who are trying to destroy our race ever since we came here!"
"That has the exact reason why I have a showing of myself here."
"I see." The alien princess thought for a little bit. "Mean, lean and green… any chance you're associated with Cackletta?"
"Why, yes. I have been her pupil, and she was as amazing as a thick sandwich made of evil!"
"And do you know what happened to Cackletta? I haven't heard anything about her anymore lately, and I'm starting to become quite concerned, to be honest… we were very good friends, but…"
"She… I have the hatred to say the following, but… she… she's… no more…" Fawful couldn't help but burst out in tears, but didn't get any begrudging looks in response.
"Oh no, that's horrible… I'm very sorry for your loss." Princess Shroob ruffled Fawful's only strand of black hair in sympathy.
"Those fink-rats in red and green have had the responsibility for her death, and I have as much fury as a hot air balloon full of outrage!" The weeping evil Beanish was eager to express his rage in more words, but rather than that, he only seemed to be able to cry and wail in a heart-rending fashion, and he felt very embarrassed because of that, since he usually had the mindset that real men didn't cry.
"I can perfectly comprehend that, my dear Fawful. Those same lame-o's have also been responsible for the deaths of one third of the Shroobs under my leadership, the disappearance of my older sister… well, their lame princess was actually responsible for that, but oh well… they've even wounded our Shrooboids! Ever since the Elder Shrooboid got hurt at their hammers and scary Ice Flowers, I became so full of rage that I ordered the remaining two-third of the Shroobs, who were in hiding back then, to take over the rest of this kingdom at full speed! And much against my own expectations, that actually worked, and I'm very proud of that, if I may say so myself." The purple monarch grinned evilly at her pride while still caressing the usually perpetually smiling Beanish with her other hand.
Clyde, once again without any question or hesitation, handed a packet of tissues to Fawful.
"Hey" he whispered, "real men do cry… you don't have to feel embarrassed or anything about it."
"Th… thanks… Miss Princess's assistant…" The Engrish Beanish immediately dabbed some tears away and blew the spot where his nose was supposed to be. "No… I have my apologies for not always having smiles…"
"Any chance you came to team up with me to keep the humans away from this newly established kingdom?" Princess Shroob asked as she made a sudden realisation.
"Well… I would have the loving to, but no…"
"Oh?"
"Yeah… as a fact with a matter, I have come here to ask you about beans. Fawful has beans, and he also has the willing to let you try some!"
"Oh! Oh my… that's very generous of you, but uh… I-I don't know if I-"
"Oh, come on, you have a wanting for it! The beans have a deliciousness like shining strawberries covered in happy chocolate! Not that the flavour has a similarity or anything, but you have the knowledge of what Fawful means…" Fawful chuckled somewhat awkwardly but tried to hide the truth.
"Well, if you say so, then I'll happily have a few."
"You can choose from many a kind!" The whacky Beanish took some bags of beans out of his backpack and showed them to the princess. "They have goodness and happiness brimming inside of them."
"Well, I guess it wouldn't hurt to spend a few pennies on something that's absolutely worth the try…" The alien princess turned to her current servant. "Clyde, are you interested and convinced?"
"It's difficult to pick one" Clyde stated. "Mr. Fawful, is it okay if I take several of these?"
"Have a taking of as much as you wish."
Both the purple monarch and her servant decided to try each kind of bean available, and kindly exchanged a few coins for them.
"I have your thanks. Now, if you have the excusing of me, I'll have myself on my way. Have a good day." Fawful then grabbed Princess Shroob's right hand with both of his. "And as for you, Miss Princess… I wish you good luck on the further inhabitation of this new kingdom, and I have congratulations for it too!" He kissed the hand and with that, he went off.
"Whoa…" Princess Shroob stammered, as she was left befuddled by all of the suddenliness that happened so quickly just now. "He's… kind of a nice guy? And, of course, a Beanish."
"Yeah" Clyde said, "what about the Beanish? Do you allow them to enter this kingdom?"
"Well… how do I put this…? Only a selective few of them. Including Fawful, that is. And Cackletta, if she'd still be there..."
"Alright then."
Once Fawful left the castle area, he finally started cackling madly in hopes that his plan with beans would still work.
"I still have the wonders of what will happen…"