What makes something precious? The amount of people willing to die for it.
V. Shnodgrate, Renowned PL Poet
“You’re working for Mr. Magi?!” I asked.
After all, this professor wasn’t on good terms with Mr. Magi. He was of the school of thought that this professor was a thiever, because well, I took the Jeweled Katana to prevent further thieving.
Just goes to show you that they learn nothing in school, really.
Sweet Sue turned and looked at me, as if she was maddened she had to explain. She was always like that, see.
And to the point.
Great spy characteristics is one of her strong suits, see.
“I said freelance, Noodle. No one owns me but myself. Don’t worry, I’m not going to turn you in. I was there when you and Mr. Magi threw down the gauntlet.”
“You were?” The professor may have been shocked. Not that I’ll admit it freely again, though, see.
Sweet Sue just looked at me. You know. That look.
“Well,” Clara Higgins huffed, looking at Sweet Sue. “I think you should turn him in! He’s the one that got me involved in this whole thing!”
“Did he really?” Schwarz Tauptinker said, shaking his from side to side and staring at me. “I don’t believe it…”
But he did.
“We better get a move on,” Sweet Sue said. “If you want to get out of Prince Beef’s palace alive.”
And that’s when the cat–who had attacked the guard–jumped back into the basket.
“Ahh, George,” Sweet Sue said. “Where would I be without you?” George looked at her with his eye lids at half-mast and purred loudly enough to scare a grizzly bear.
George and Sweet Sue are un-seperate-able. This is fact. The professor should get a cat.
This is another fact.
I’m full of facts today, I think.
Anyways and some, Sweet Sue and George led us through the caverns of the prison until we all popped out in a small forest near the palace.
“Now,” Bud Parker said, folding his arms. “We’ve got to regroup and go back in.”
“What?!” Clara wasn’t happy–she was almost howling.
“We do,” Schwarz admitted. “We need the katana, oh yeah.”
“Schwarz, no,” Gertrude said. “Let’s just go.”
“No, baby sister,” Schwarz replied. “Must. Do. It. Do it NOW!”
“We’ve been trying for it for some time,” Parker said, casting me an ugly look. “PVJ got in the way, though.”
“Look here,” I said.
And everyone did.
I was surprised it worked. Must remember it works that way, see. #MentalNote
“This sort of thing is quite vexing. Let me be frank–“
“I thought you were PVJ,” Schwarz interrupted.
That was a thing.
“Well, then,” I continued, “just let me say this: Originally, this professor thieved the katana in order to stop Prince Beef from having Fats Henry thieve the Diamond of Drake. I thieved to stop thieving. Which sorta makes thieving okay.”
“No, it doesn’t,” Clara mumbled. “It was stupid.”
“Since then,” I continued undaunted by the mumbling, “things have happened. The marriage has been called off.”
Gertrude started to cry here. “There…there…there was going to be a party tonight to celebrate our marriage! But…but…but…then she came along!”
Clara looked away.
“But,” I said, continuing on my professorishly topic, “Prince Beef still wants the Diamond of Drake. Which means, we’re right back where we started at.”
“Bud,” Parker said, “Schwarz and I are moving in. Tonight. We want the sword.”
“Oh yeah, yeah, yeah,” Schwarz agreed. “The Prince is still going to have the party, I’m sure. You don’t have all that stuff prepared just to waste it, tell you what.”
The professor’s mind went like this:
The katana the prince had was fake; but they didn’t know that; they would make a great distraction if this professor needed to go back in tonight; did the professor need to go back in tonight?
I looked at Sweet Sue. Sue looked back at me. We both nodded. And then it became clear.