Even when things are hopeless, remember, hope never dies.
V. Shnodgrate, Renowned PL Poet
So, the professor joined the fight like a mongoose going after a cobra.
After all, a good fight is a good fight.
I couldn’t let Schwarz Tauptinker fight alone. He was fighting to protect the honor of his sister, Gertrude. That’s a good cause, I’d say.
Plus, Prince Beef had just sorta ordered this professor away to jail as well. So, I had to fight because of that.
I joined the fray, and Bud Parker soon followed.
We began to clear the guards out like spinach is cleared off my dinner plate.
One fellow tried to hit me a good one with his steel baton, but I sorta dodged then showed his chin my elbow.
He hit the ground.
“Watch out, bud!” Parker warned.
But it was sorta too late.
This professor got a good clobbering right on the back of the head. I hit the ground.
Schwarz was still fighting like a mad man, dodging here, attacking there, messing around mostly everywhere.
Now, what shocked me most was this: Clara Higgins had joined the fight. She was, in fact, attacking Prince Beef.
“You hag!” the prince was screaming as he dodged for cover. “Leave me or I’ll have you executed!”
But Clara wasn’t listening.
Gertrude was sorta rooting Schwarz on.
What a battle this was, yo.
Anyways, I’d hit the ground, very close to where the jeweled katana was laying. The fake one, that is.
I picked it up and was on my feet in less that a second or two.
My attacker was surprised.
But I sorta rammed the katana through him.
That fetch him out.
Then things started to change.
First off, Fats Henry charged into the fray with more palace guards.
Only these guards were armed to the teeth.
With these sorts of things:
This professor, Schwarz, Parker, Clara, and Gertrude…yup, we were all under custody in a matter of a few ticks in time.
What a sad thingy.
Prince Beef stood before us, disheveled, and very, very cranky.
“Well!” he sputtered. “You’re all going to die for this outrage. Trying to steal the katana again? Attacking me? When will you learn my word is law?!”
“They’re idiots,” Henry boomed. “Kill them all, now! And I see you have my sword.”
“Oh yes,” Prince Beef said, smoothing his velvet coat. “Take it and bring me the Diamond of Drake. But I don’t know now. I’m going to have to execute all my girlfriends. So I have no need of an engagement ring to be made from the diamond. Still, bring me the Diamond of Drake. I want it, peasant. Now, take them away.”
“I just want to say one thing,” I said.
All eyes turned on me.
“Your velvet coat and current hairstyle, Mr. Prince, is rather hideous. Dadblameit.”
We were roughly escorted to the prison to await our doom.