The adventure never truly ends.
V. Shnodgrate, Renowned PL Poet
Of course, they didn’t know it was fake.
But I did.
See, this goes to show you that the professor knows mostly everything but never lets on that he does. #LifeLesson
Anyways and some, Sweet Sue guessed that the katana was fake. She knew. Deep down in.
What the kapoo.
Clara Higgins ran back to her tea shop.
This professor is not sure where Gertrude went, but rest assured, she went.
Now, as for this professor and hisself, I hopped on a plane.
Time for a vacation, see.
I was heading here:
See, it was a good adventure (the whole katana thingy) and now it was drawing to a close. What does one do after an adventure? Go on vacation, of course. #LifeLesson
The professor was a Just warrior. This was a truth. After all, I had stopped the thievery of the Diamond of Drake. Prince Beef still wanted it, yes, but it was doubtful that he’d get it. Especially since he didn’t have a lady wanting a ring, see.
Anyways, it wasn’t the professor’s problem anymore.
I was on vacation. Well, almost.
Prince Beef thought he had the Jeweled Katana, but he didn’t. Not that he would care much if he found out.
And this begged the question, like a beggar begging: Where was the real one?
I had misplaced it somewhere along the line.
Oh, what the kapoo. Who cared anyway?
The professor did. Deep down in. Rats and a Heifer!
Now, this is when the interest happened. As I was sitting there, waiting for the plane to take off, King Arthur came and sat down next to me.
“Oh, it’s you,” he said.
“Why, why.” I could think of nothing else.
“Going on vacation, too?”
“Well, yes,” I answered. “After a great adventure one needs to.”
There was silence for a time, times a bit of another time.
“So…” I said as the plane took off. “Where is the real Jeweled Katana?”
“Why would I know?” Arthur looked away.
“‘Cause this professor has been having thinks on it, and I’m thinking you know. That’s when I lost track of it, when I was with you, don’t you know.”
King Arthur sighed. “Why hide it any longer?”
He grabbed his book bag (he had one) and unzipped it.
Inside: the Jeweled Katana.
Well, a miniature one.
“So,” Arthur said. “That’s it. I had it cropped so I could use it. Long swords are hard to use–“(Arthur is really short, remember)–“Then I planted the fake. It was a setup. That’s what you stole.”
Not very victorious, after all.
Arthur laughed. “Sucker.”
“I need a vacation, the sudden, even more. Even if I don’t deserve it, double-the-sudden.”
And that’s when the pilot came over the speakers:
“Hey, honeybuttses, hope you’s all havin’ a good day. I’s your pilot.”
Many greats. If we got to the vacation spot, it would be a fantastic miracle.
Who knew what we were in for with Manly-Man as our pilot?