Isabel and Opal were having dinner on the sim-balcony. They didn't use the real balcony because the elements were "too harsh for royalty." So instead they were looking out on the same view in real time, but there was no 1 MPH wind.

Chef Cruell E. Ville was their chef that night, and he set down the dishes.

"For Miss Koboi, we have the critically endangered Cuban crocodile, served with a side of melted butter, along with garlic bread, with a neutralized smell so small, the most keen animal-which is extinct, thanks to you, of course- could never detect it.

"And for you, Mrs. Kabra, we have roasted pig, put in horror pose, apple in mouth, staring in fright, sprinkled with a sauce of human blood. For a side, we have Dan Cahill soup, in which every noodle contains every single detail of his body parts-dismembered, of course.

And for dessert, we are serving Yummy Tummy Ugly Ian Brownie Cake Pie, topped with a massive dose of whipped cream, which is supporting a truffle fountain. Anything you want, just call."

Then Cruell exited the room. Five seconds later, he was called back in with a code red emergency.

"Why can I smell my garlic bread?" Opal asked.

"I'm very sorry, Ms. Koboi, but that must be the garlic that Ms. Frond was eating. You know how she is. However, next time, please alert me with code turquoise."

"Chef, please have Frond executed. You may now leave."

Three seconds later, Mr. Ville was again called with a code red.

"Mr. E. Ville, why is there no hair on Dan?" asked Isabel.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Kabra, but you see, there is hair right here."

"This is noodle hair, for you information, not real hair. Next time, I expect real hair. You may now leave. And send in my entertainment."

Two seconds later, 13 people came in, ten dressed in black, three dressed in white.

"Madrigal!" screamed Isabel. She immediately threw her knife, but the room was so big it dropped less than halfway there.

"I'm sorry, I am not this gentleman you speak of. We are Fighting Gravity. After we wer so rudely booted off America's Got Talent-which is of course because of one little mistake-"

Another black interrupted him. "It was not my fault. I was forced to move that way. I didn't want to, but it just happened."

A third man spoke up. "Yeah, right. Like a fairy was in the audience and decided to use her magic to make you mess you up."

Opal smiled evilly.

"Anyway," the first man continued, "After we got booted off, we got the consolation prize, which was getting to perform for you two. We also got to add three more people. This is Vanessa Sara Lee-"

"You could just call me Nessa. Nessa Sara Lee."

"And here is John T., and last but certainly least, is Stewart Pidalium, or Stew Pid for short."

Isabel said sarcastically, "Oh, what a colorful cast."

"I'm sorry, the colorful cast is actually them-" here he pointed to four men dressed in blue, red, purple, and green, "who are called, uh, the Giggles, I think. Or maybe it was the Piggles?"

Isabel screamed. "Stupid men alert! Code Red, Code Red!"

Apparently, however, Isabel never heard of the boy who cried wolf, because she didn't understand why the chef wasn't coming.

Apparently, however, Opal was too obsessed with where her shrine was being placed.

"No, not to the right of the temple, to the left, you idiots!"

Isabel tried to use the Force, but Opal cut her off.

"You didn't think I lost all of the powers I had in my days of being obsessed with sucking the life out of every single helpless little animal that was the last of its species, did you?"

And then Isabel screamed, "OMG!"

Because coming at their castle was a flying armada of flying monkeys, lions, tigers, bears, and of course, toads.

At the same time, Dr. came up. "Great Tormenters! I bring terrible news."

Isabel gasped. "Uncle Elbo lost an arm?"

"Um, not that I know of. But we found another group of rebels."

"UGH! Why does everybody hate us? Ok, there is only one way to deal with this."

Send out the Liopleurodon!"