Chapter Eighteen:

One Fairer Than The Witch...

The witch's back didn't take too long to heal, and SMG4 was smiling as she felt the pain subsiding in the time after she'd taken the potion. She sat in bed, holding a remote, and watching some programs on the PUZZLEVISION TV. Yes, that's right, you're looking into a fairy tale world where people CAN watch TVs. Are we reminded of Shrek's movie world?

SMG4 blipped through many channels, and saw several commercials, with a few interesting movies that she aspired to see later. Just then, as she blipped to another channel, the witch was met with a bizarre surprise when the TV screen showed... herself.

Had she found a mirror channel?

Perhaps, and this look-alike had some life of her own as she looked at SMG4, and said, "Damn, you are peak!"

"Oh, thanks. So are you." SMG4 thanked his look-alike.

"No, you're peak."

"You're peak too!"

"YOU'RE THE ONE WHO'S PEAK!"

"YOU'RE ME, SO WE'RE BOTH PEAK!"

"THAT DOESN'T MAKE ANY SENSE!" SMG4's double proclaimed, "I SAY YOU'RE PEAK, AND YOU SHOULD ACCEPT THE COMPLIMENT!"

SMG4 climbed out of bed, wiggling her fingers with a sinister smirk. "Well, let's get a second opinion, shall we?" She said to her counterpart, the witch held up her hands and began casting some magic upon her odd television, "Ooooh, TV, TV upon the wall. Am I the fairest one of all?"

This was what one Mr. Puzzles needed to hear to make his appearance in this show. His face appeared on the screen, and the TV set vibrated. That was right, Mr. Puzzles was "serving" SMG4 the witch, and he knew what to say to her.

"Nuh-uh." He answered.

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN 'NUH-UH'?!" SMG4 shrieked angrily, "I DON'T CARE IF I HAVE WARTS ON MY FACE! I AM FAIR, FAIRLY REASONABLE WITH MY MINIONS, AND I CAN BE VERY FAIR! I SHOULD BE THE FAIREST ONE OF ALL!"

"Famed is thy beauty, your majesty..." Mr. Puzzles said, "...but alas, there is one more fairer than thee..." His face vanished, and was replaced by an image of Princess SMG3 interacting with her animal friends in the woods. And just looking at her, the witch was filled with disdain, it was unthinkable to believe a princess was fairer than a witch.

Oh, she was more furious, she was disgusted.

The witch stomped her foot and cried, "Oh. My. God. I cannot look at her for another minute. Somebody's going to die tonight, and I have an idea on where and how we can get her."

"Oh, your majesty, what is this delicious plan?!" Mr. Puzzles asked ecstatically.

SMG4 found an envelope laying on the table, looked at a flier she'd found that advertised a ball hosted by King Bob in his kingdom, and began to write an invitation in the handwriting akin to the style Bob used. She made the letter short, and shoved it in the envelope, then she handed it off to his red bird, and it flew out the window to make the delivery to the princess...