The little group searched and searched for the ocean and the little orange house that was next to it, but they couldn't find it. They were just about ready to give up, when all of a sudden Milliardo quite literally stumbled upon a sign.
"OUCH!!!" Cried the little prince as he suddenly tumbled to the ground.
Getting up he rubbed his aching head and began to walk away in disgust.
" 'Ay!!!" Yelled Jacques excitedly. "Prince Milliardo! Come look at this!"
The little prince obediently, if not a little curiously, approached the spot where Jacques was pointing to the ground. At first, he saw only the ground at which Jacques was indeed pointing to, but then to his great surprise, he began to see the outline of a sign. And on that sign was the words, done in bright blue paint, "Welcome to Over the River and Through the Woods: The little town just over the river and through the woods. Population: 3,178". It then occured to the little Prince Milliardo that they had finally arrived in Over the River and Through the Woods, only the sign had fallen down and they hadn't been able to see it before.
As if by magic, the little town of Over the River and Through the Woods appeared before their eyes. Little cobblestone paths running from bakeries to barber shops to blacksmith's shops to bycicle repair shops to small shops that sold a variety of different cheeses. Skipping through the streets, his heart now light with happiness, Little Prince Milliardo decided that they would stop in the cheese shop to ask for directions to the ocean with the little orange house in front of it.
As the little duo, no pun intended, entered the store a bell rang to announce their entrance. A very loud bell at that. It nearly deafened the little prince, his companion, and everyone else within a mile's radius of the store. Prince Milliardo and Jacques looked around the store. Prince Milliardo was amazed at the sheer amount of cheese that was in one place. They wondered where the owner of the store was and, for a second, considered ringing the bell labeled "SERVICE", but decided against it as they did not necissarily wish to become totally deaf.
Eventually, a little old man walked out from the curtain separating the back of the store from the front of the store. He wandered about, dusting the cheeses with a little feather duster and humming to himself, not seeming to notice the two strangers staring at him.
"Um, excuse me, Mister...," The little Prince ventured.
The shopkeeper, if that was indeed what he was, paid no heed to the Prince's polite attempts at gaining his attention. This frustrated the little Prince very much and he was just about ready to give the man a peice of his mind when Jacques held him back.
"Let me," Jacques offered. "There's just some things that only a monster can do. This is one of those things." He then rolled up his sleeves and took a deep breath. "HEY MISTER!!!! WHAT'S A GUY GOTTA DO TO GET SOME SERVICE AROUND HERE?!"
The poor little Prince, though not deaf, suffered horribly wind blown hair from the sheer force of the shouting that Jacques was doing. And the storekeeper? Well, he turned around and looked at the pair curiously.
"Speak up, Sonny, I'm a little hard of hearing." The storekeeper said, cupping his hand around his ear indicating that he needed more volume.
The little Prince and his companion fell over. Why, you ask? Well, it could have had something to do with the Earth's circular motion but I tend think that it was more due to the fact that they had developed unusually large sweatdrops and could no longer hold themselves upright.
Quickly straightening himself, the little Prince cleared his throat. "Echm. EXCUSE ME SIR. COULD YOU PLEASE TELL ME IF YOU ARE THE OWNER OF THIS FINE ESTABLISHMENT?"
"Ahh." The old man nodded and smiled. "Yes. Yes. Welcome to my cheese shop. Monteray Jack's Cheese Shop, to be quite exact. Most people call me 'Monteray Jack', but you can just call me 'Monteray'. What can I do for you?"
Little Prince Milliardo put on his most irresistible smile and approached 'Monteray Jack' with his all-important question. "Could you please-"
"Huh?"
"I SAID, COULD YOU PLEASE TELL US WHERE WE COULD FIND THE OCEAN WITH THE LITTLE ORANGE HOUSE ON THE BEACH?"
'Monteray' rubbed his ears and glared at the little Prince. "Geez, Sonny. You don't have to yell. It's not like I'm hard of hearing or something like that. As for the ocean, it's just down the road from here. Take a left at the bicycle repair, go straight past Miss Muffet's Curds 'n Weigh Shop for about a mile. It's impossible to miss."
The little Prince bowed and Jacques followed suit. "Thank you kindly for the directions, Mr. Jack." Prince Milliardo said.
"What?"
"NEVERMIND!!!"
"Hey!" 'Monteray' called after them. "Aren't you kids gonna buy any ch-"
*RING!*
They had already left and the bell began to ring cutting off old 'Monteray Jack' in mid-sentence. Leaving him in his cheese shop all alone.
"OUCH!!!" Cried the little prince as he suddenly tumbled to the ground.
Getting up he rubbed his aching head and began to walk away in disgust.
" 'Ay!!!" Yelled Jacques excitedly. "Prince Milliardo! Come look at this!"
The little prince obediently, if not a little curiously, approached the spot where Jacques was pointing to the ground. At first, he saw only the ground at which Jacques was indeed pointing to, but then to his great surprise, he began to see the outline of a sign. And on that sign was the words, done in bright blue paint, "Welcome to Over the River and Through the Woods: The little town just over the river and through the woods. Population: 3,178". It then occured to the little Prince Milliardo that they had finally arrived in Over the River and Through the Woods, only the sign had fallen down and they hadn't been able to see it before.
As if by magic, the little town of Over the River and Through the Woods appeared before their eyes. Little cobblestone paths running from bakeries to barber shops to blacksmith's shops to bycicle repair shops to small shops that sold a variety of different cheeses. Skipping through the streets, his heart now light with happiness, Little Prince Milliardo decided that they would stop in the cheese shop to ask for directions to the ocean with the little orange house in front of it.
As the little duo, no pun intended, entered the store a bell rang to announce their entrance. A very loud bell at that. It nearly deafened the little prince, his companion, and everyone else within a mile's radius of the store. Prince Milliardo and Jacques looked around the store. Prince Milliardo was amazed at the sheer amount of cheese that was in one place. They wondered where the owner of the store was and, for a second, considered ringing the bell labeled "SERVICE", but decided against it as they did not necissarily wish to become totally deaf.
Eventually, a little old man walked out from the curtain separating the back of the store from the front of the store. He wandered about, dusting the cheeses with a little feather duster and humming to himself, not seeming to notice the two strangers staring at him.
"Um, excuse me, Mister...," The little Prince ventured.
The shopkeeper, if that was indeed what he was, paid no heed to the Prince's polite attempts at gaining his attention. This frustrated the little Prince very much and he was just about ready to give the man a peice of his mind when Jacques held him back.
"Let me," Jacques offered. "There's just some things that only a monster can do. This is one of those things." He then rolled up his sleeves and took a deep breath. "HEY MISTER!!!! WHAT'S A GUY GOTTA DO TO GET SOME SERVICE AROUND HERE?!"
The poor little Prince, though not deaf, suffered horribly wind blown hair from the sheer force of the shouting that Jacques was doing. And the storekeeper? Well, he turned around and looked at the pair curiously.
"Speak up, Sonny, I'm a little hard of hearing." The storekeeper said, cupping his hand around his ear indicating that he needed more volume.
The little Prince and his companion fell over. Why, you ask? Well, it could have had something to do with the Earth's circular motion but I tend think that it was more due to the fact that they had developed unusually large sweatdrops and could no longer hold themselves upright.
Quickly straightening himself, the little Prince cleared his throat. "Echm. EXCUSE ME SIR. COULD YOU PLEASE TELL ME IF YOU ARE THE OWNER OF THIS FINE ESTABLISHMENT?"
"Ahh." The old man nodded and smiled. "Yes. Yes. Welcome to my cheese shop. Monteray Jack's Cheese Shop, to be quite exact. Most people call me 'Monteray Jack', but you can just call me 'Monteray'. What can I do for you?"
Little Prince Milliardo put on his most irresistible smile and approached 'Monteray Jack' with his all-important question. "Could you please-"
"Huh?"
"I SAID, COULD YOU PLEASE TELL US WHERE WE COULD FIND THE OCEAN WITH THE LITTLE ORANGE HOUSE ON THE BEACH?"
'Monteray' rubbed his ears and glared at the little Prince. "Geez, Sonny. You don't have to yell. It's not like I'm hard of hearing or something like that. As for the ocean, it's just down the road from here. Take a left at the bicycle repair, go straight past Miss Muffet's Curds 'n Weigh Shop for about a mile. It's impossible to miss."
The little Prince bowed and Jacques followed suit. "Thank you kindly for the directions, Mr. Jack." Prince Milliardo said.
"What?"
"NEVERMIND!!!"
"Hey!" 'Monteray' called after them. "Aren't you kids gonna buy any ch-"
*RING!*
They had already left and the bell began to ring cutting off old 'Monteray Jack' in mid-sentence. Leaving him in his cheese shop all alone.
