Majesty sat on the throne, smiling to herself. She hummed a little under
her breath.
"Peace," she sighed "Blessed peace. No more babbling gnomes, or bushwoolie's complaining about bushmelon crops. My vacation cottage... A month of peace and quiet. And Tiffany can finally see what it's like to be Queen. Not all rest and relaxation, oh no... not at all." She cackled rather insanely, briefly stepping off the throne to pace the floor.
Suddenly Chief walked in, bowing briefly, and eyeing her. Majesty really needed that vacation if she was cackling to herself. But then again, she had been acting rather... strange the past month or so. Mumbling under her breath, and shifting her eyes around suspiciously... She also seemed to be drowning herself with caffeine, with a sudden liking for coffee.
"Majesty," Chief said loudly, like she was deaf. "Fizzy and Galaxy are here to see you, and they have a bird or something. I'm sure it will only take a second... then you can finish packing and Paradise and Surprise will escort you to the path."
He scuttled out.
Majesty nodded blankly and jumped back on her throne, her mind still on her vacation cottage. Rest... Quiet...
But just then Fizzy and Galaxy walked in, and something white tumbled from Galaxy's shoulder onto the tiled floor, and skidded across the marble, landing sprawled on it's stomach.
"Wah ha ha!" it said, "That was fun! Let's do it again!"
"AAAAAIIIEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!"
It's fangs dripped blood, it's wormy tail thrashed, eyes glowing red...
Majesty jumped on a nearby table. "Get it way! Nasty mouse! Vermin! Vermin! No! It will bite me! GET IT AWAY!!! Aiiiee!!!"
Galaxy blinked.
"I didn't know you were afraid of mice, Majesty."
"AIIIEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Maybe you should get him out..." whispered Fizzy wisely.
Galaxy grabbed Piny and took him out of the throne room. She came back a moment later with him in a cage.
"Now can we talk?" asked Galaxy.
Majesty nodded warily and climbed back onto the throne. She shuddered. Shivers crawled up her spine as she stared fixedly, horrified, at the mouse in the cage.
"This is Pinky." said Fizzy. She was really imagining Majesty's fear of mice, and wondering what would happen if she used it to make her step down from the throne and trake over... What was it like to be queen? She shook her head. She could just hear Gusty's voice laughing and saying "Queen Bubblehead! Ha ha! Great joke, Fizz..."
"We found him outside in the field." said Galaxy, breaking rudely into Fizzy's thoughts, who jumped. "He comes from that Lab place that Bowtie found last fall. He knows Brain, you know. The mouse that Bowtie met?"
"I'm his friend. Zort."
Majesty flinched, but decided to do what any Queen would do in this predicament. She must act responsably and do her Queen-ish duty.... or whatever.
She drew herself up, looking very Queenly and magnificent in her bushwoolie fur trimmed coat (Shed, of course), and spoke.
"I'm going on vacation. Let Tiffany deal with it."
"Peace," she sighed "Blessed peace. No more babbling gnomes, or bushwoolie's complaining about bushmelon crops. My vacation cottage... A month of peace and quiet. And Tiffany can finally see what it's like to be Queen. Not all rest and relaxation, oh no... not at all." She cackled rather insanely, briefly stepping off the throne to pace the floor.
Suddenly Chief walked in, bowing briefly, and eyeing her. Majesty really needed that vacation if she was cackling to herself. But then again, she had been acting rather... strange the past month or so. Mumbling under her breath, and shifting her eyes around suspiciously... She also seemed to be drowning herself with caffeine, with a sudden liking for coffee.
"Majesty," Chief said loudly, like she was deaf. "Fizzy and Galaxy are here to see you, and they have a bird or something. I'm sure it will only take a second... then you can finish packing and Paradise and Surprise will escort you to the path."
He scuttled out.
Majesty nodded blankly and jumped back on her throne, her mind still on her vacation cottage. Rest... Quiet...
But just then Fizzy and Galaxy walked in, and something white tumbled from Galaxy's shoulder onto the tiled floor, and skidded across the marble, landing sprawled on it's stomach.
"Wah ha ha!" it said, "That was fun! Let's do it again!"
"AAAAAIIIEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!"
It's fangs dripped blood, it's wormy tail thrashed, eyes glowing red...
Majesty jumped on a nearby table. "Get it way! Nasty mouse! Vermin! Vermin! No! It will bite me! GET IT AWAY!!! Aiiiee!!!"
Galaxy blinked.
"I didn't know you were afraid of mice, Majesty."
"AIIIEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Maybe you should get him out..." whispered Fizzy wisely.
Galaxy grabbed Piny and took him out of the throne room. She came back a moment later with him in a cage.
"Now can we talk?" asked Galaxy.
Majesty nodded warily and climbed back onto the throne. She shuddered. Shivers crawled up her spine as she stared fixedly, horrified, at the mouse in the cage.
"This is Pinky." said Fizzy. She was really imagining Majesty's fear of mice, and wondering what would happen if she used it to make her step down from the throne and trake over... What was it like to be queen? She shook her head. She could just hear Gusty's voice laughing and saying "Queen Bubblehead! Ha ha! Great joke, Fizz..."
"We found him outside in the field." said Galaxy, breaking rudely into Fizzy's thoughts, who jumped. "He comes from that Lab place that Bowtie found last fall. He knows Brain, you know. The mouse that Bowtie met?"
"I'm his friend. Zort."
Majesty flinched, but decided to do what any Queen would do in this predicament. She must act responsably and do her Queen-ish duty.... or whatever.
She drew herself up, looking very Queenly and magnificent in her bushwoolie fur trimmed coat (Shed, of course), and spoke.
"I'm going on vacation. Let Tiffany deal with it."
