In Spat Tower...
Lord Mike ran down the corridor and into the guest room where he and Lady Stella were staying temporarily. When he saw that Lady Stella wasn't in the room, Lord Mike rushed in and closed the door behind himself.
After he thought no one was looking, Lord Mike pulled his loot out of his pocket. He looked at the wedding band and the two other rings. Lord Mike again wiped his mouth to make sure he wasn't slobbering over himself. He fit the rings on and mumbled, "They're so perfect. Who would want to lose these? Oh, well, losers never win." "What do you have there?" a voice said from inside the room.
Lord Mike looked at the bed and realized Lady Stella had been watching him ever since he entered the room. He thrust his paws behind his back and replied, "My Lady Stella, I have nothing." Lady Stella nodded and said, "Yes, sure. Let me see!"
Lord Mike walked over and held out his paws. Lady Stella looked carefully and remarked, "You stole them?" Lord Mike nodded slowly. "Wait until Spat sees them," she said. "He'll steal them from you!" Lord Mike questioned, "So that's why he didn't want me to steal them? So he could?"
Lady Stella rejoined, "Of course. Did you not think that?" "No," Lord Mike griped. I'm not handing them over! he thought. Spat's not getting this!
Lord Mike sighed and mumbled, "What am I going to have to do to keep him from getting these perfect rings?" "I truly don't know," Lady Stella replied. A sudden knock was heard from the door. Spat opened it slowly and questioned, "Am I intruding?"
Lord Mike hastily thrust the three rings in his pocket before he turned around. "Spat," he said, "what in the world do you want?" "I want," Spat retorted, "what you've got in your pocket!" Lord Mike put his paw over his pocket and returned, "I haven't anything that would interest you."
Spat sighed and replied, "I went in and those three rings I had my eye on are gone. You have them in that pocket." He held up his pitchfork and twirled it in the air. Spat closed his eyes and whispered something.
As if it was an immediate reply, Lord Mike wrenched the three rings out of his pocket. "I'm not going to let you use your magic to get them!" he retorted. Spat grinned as he picked the rings up and held them in his paw. "Thank-Q," Spat said and walked out of the room.
As soon as he was out of the room, Spat opened his paw. "Losers never win," he said under his breath. Spat suddenly got a great idea. "That'll be a way," he remarked to himself.
Meanwhile, King Boss was just waking up from his nap. "Ugh, I didn't have a very pleasant dream," he mumbled. He looked down at his paws and turned pale. "My wedding ring!" King Boss yelled. "It's gone!"
King Boss jumped up and looked around the bed. "They're not here," he said under his breath reluctantly. "How am I to get them back? That's my wedding band!" He laid back on the bed in despair. "There's not a possible way to get it back," King Boss muttered.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Spat opened the door hastily and asked, "Did Lord Mike rob you?" King Boss nodded and inquired, "Could you get my rings back for me?" Spat grinned and replied, "I've got your wedding band." "Really?" he questioned. Spat nodded and remarked, "I've got two other rings, too. Just hold out your paw."
King Boss held out his paw toward Spat. Spat held out the three rings and put them back on the correct finger. "Now," he said afterward, "would you be so kind to give me something in return? That cape of yours would be good. Or a ring. Maybe your crown?" "NO!" King Boss shouted at him. "I'm not giving away that!"
Spat snorted and retorted, "Suit yourself." He pointed his pitchfork toward him and said, "Lay down there." King Boss nodded slowly and laid on the bed. He held his breath as Spat touched his cape gingerly. "Such fine cloth," he mumbled. "And so fine feel." "Not so fast," a voice said from the door.
Spat turned around and found Lord Mike at the doorway. "It's just wrong to steal," he returned sharply. Spat raced out of the room in a flash. Lord Mike spat and closed the door again.
"I wonder what's going on?" King Boss questioned himself as he sat upward on the bed. He fixed his cape and crown. "That guy was probably going to take everything on me," King Boss muttered. "Probably even my shoes. Man, where would I get the same kind of shoes? These are hard to find."
Lord Mike ran down the corridor and into the guest room where he and Lady Stella were staying temporarily. When he saw that Lady Stella wasn't in the room, Lord Mike rushed in and closed the door behind himself.
After he thought no one was looking, Lord Mike pulled his loot out of his pocket. He looked at the wedding band and the two other rings. Lord Mike again wiped his mouth to make sure he wasn't slobbering over himself. He fit the rings on and mumbled, "They're so perfect. Who would want to lose these? Oh, well, losers never win." "What do you have there?" a voice said from inside the room.
Lord Mike looked at the bed and realized Lady Stella had been watching him ever since he entered the room. He thrust his paws behind his back and replied, "My Lady Stella, I have nothing." Lady Stella nodded and said, "Yes, sure. Let me see!"
Lord Mike walked over and held out his paws. Lady Stella looked carefully and remarked, "You stole them?" Lord Mike nodded slowly. "Wait until Spat sees them," she said. "He'll steal them from you!" Lord Mike questioned, "So that's why he didn't want me to steal them? So he could?"
Lady Stella rejoined, "Of course. Did you not think that?" "No," Lord Mike griped. I'm not handing them over! he thought. Spat's not getting this!
Lord Mike sighed and mumbled, "What am I going to have to do to keep him from getting these perfect rings?" "I truly don't know," Lady Stella replied. A sudden knock was heard from the door. Spat opened it slowly and questioned, "Am I intruding?"
Lord Mike hastily thrust the three rings in his pocket before he turned around. "Spat," he said, "what in the world do you want?" "I want," Spat retorted, "what you've got in your pocket!" Lord Mike put his paw over his pocket and returned, "I haven't anything that would interest you."
Spat sighed and replied, "I went in and those three rings I had my eye on are gone. You have them in that pocket." He held up his pitchfork and twirled it in the air. Spat closed his eyes and whispered something.
As if it was an immediate reply, Lord Mike wrenched the three rings out of his pocket. "I'm not going to let you use your magic to get them!" he retorted. Spat grinned as he picked the rings up and held them in his paw. "Thank-Q," Spat said and walked out of the room.
As soon as he was out of the room, Spat opened his paw. "Losers never win," he said under his breath. Spat suddenly got a great idea. "That'll be a way," he remarked to himself.
Meanwhile, King Boss was just waking up from his nap. "Ugh, I didn't have a very pleasant dream," he mumbled. He looked down at his paws and turned pale. "My wedding ring!" King Boss yelled. "It's gone!"
King Boss jumped up and looked around the bed. "They're not here," he said under his breath reluctantly. "How am I to get them back? That's my wedding band!" He laid back on the bed in despair. "There's not a possible way to get it back," King Boss muttered.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Spat opened the door hastily and asked, "Did Lord Mike rob you?" King Boss nodded and inquired, "Could you get my rings back for me?" Spat grinned and replied, "I've got your wedding band." "Really?" he questioned. Spat nodded and remarked, "I've got two other rings, too. Just hold out your paw."
King Boss held out his paw toward Spat. Spat held out the three rings and put them back on the correct finger. "Now," he said afterward, "would you be so kind to give me something in return? That cape of yours would be good. Or a ring. Maybe your crown?" "NO!" King Boss shouted at him. "I'm not giving away that!"
Spat snorted and retorted, "Suit yourself." He pointed his pitchfork toward him and said, "Lay down there." King Boss nodded slowly and laid on the bed. He held his breath as Spat touched his cape gingerly. "Such fine cloth," he mumbled. "And so fine feel." "Not so fast," a voice said from the door.
Spat turned around and found Lord Mike at the doorway. "It's just wrong to steal," he returned sharply. Spat raced out of the room in a flash. Lord Mike spat and closed the door again.
"I wonder what's going on?" King Boss questioned himself as he sat upward on the bed. He fixed his cape and crown. "That guy was probably going to take everything on me," King Boss muttered. "Probably even my shoes. Man, where would I get the same kind of shoes? These are hard to find."