Chapter 8
April Fool's Day.
The castle was in an absolute uproar. Explosions rang out every few seconds, and the walls were absolutely covered in everything from frosting, to three-inch-tall slime-covered aliens named Josephine, who were far cooler than the collective "you."
Even Queen Fred had been brought back for the occasion, though he wasn't exactly ecstatic about it.
"Will you freaks send me back to the year 3000? My gosh, you're all idiots. Get that stupid cake away from me, I have fangs, and claws you know." Yes, Fred was back, and just as hairless as always.
Hermione19 had dropped her usual calm, kind, princessly facade, and traded it for that of an insane army general, out to destory any in her way, or so she said.
"I AM AN INSANE ARMY GENERAL, OUT TO DESTROY ANY IN MY WAY. I WARN YOU, I AM ARMED WITH CAKE, AND PIZZA, AND LARD SOAP."
Those foolish enough not to believe her were very surprised to find themselves being pelted with frosting encrusted bars of lard soap.
Chris, Moony, Darwin, and Sabbrielle, on the other hand, were not to be disturbed. Between the four of them, they were trying to revive Erick.
"He should be here for April Fool's Day at least," stated Chris, "who's going to rig a giantbowl of pumpkin juice to pour on top of any courtier who walks under the door?"
"Dear, I believe that was you," Sabbrielle corrected.
"Oh, yes, well who is going to paint those beautiful moustaches on the paintings in the hall?"
"Er, that was also you, your highness," Darwin said.
"Yes, it was wasn't it... Well, what did he do anyway?"
"I seem to remember him gluing your throne to your seat, turning your hair into changing multi-colors, making it appear as if you were wearing biking clothes instead of your--" Moony was cut off.
"Yes, I remember now. Are we absolutely sure we want to revive him just yet?"
"Yes!" Moony, Darwin, and Sabbrielle replied simultaneously.
There was a shape stumbling down the hall toward them. It seemed the person found it hard to walk, and was holding onto the walls for support.
The four ran down the hall and caught the person.
"Erick?" said Moony, very confused.
"Uh, yeah, and I want to know who hit me with that frying pan, my head hurts."
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