Niples - "Lost the baby... again"

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Brittany turned to the guards. "I'm Brittany Queen of England. I've heard the
penalty for seeing the a Queen naked in Little Cheftonia is the death penalty."
The guards stopped in their tracks and looked at each other. Then they looked at
the King. Seymour was sufficiently shielding his eyes.
The guards walked over to their King. "I'm sorry sire." Said one. "Rules is
rules."
They dragged the King out of the room kicking and screaming.
Seymour opened his eyes again to see Brittany pulling her clothes back on. "I
can't believe that worked!" He said.
Alota burbled to herself and clapped her hands. Crimson sparks swirled around
her.
"Not again!" Seymour said. Then suddenly realised he wasn't close enough to her
to be sucked into the wormhole.
"Alota, no!" He shouted. But Alota had disappeared into a swirling red wormhole.
The wormhole faded quickly too, disappearing completely before Seymour could
jump into it.
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Who: Queen Brittany and Seymour
Where: Palace, Kingdom of Little Cheftonia
When: After the King was arrested
The Mollopod King was taken away by his own guards. Seymour could hear him
cursing himself for inventing such a ridiculous rule, and shouting at his guards
that the rule obviously didn't apply to him.
Brittany was laughing even after he was dragged out of the room. She adjusted
her cleavage and made sure her mini-skirt was at just the correct length to look
slutty enough. She liked it when men were stopped in their tracks as they
wondered if they could just see a little bit of her knickers, or if it was their
imagination.
Seymour however was not bothered in the slightest. He was running around the
King's chamber searching for his daughter. "Oh dear." he said. "Oh dear oh
dear."
Brittany shrugged. "She can't have gone far." She said.
Seymour stopped and stared straight at her. "That little girl can manipulate
time and space. Of COURSE she could have gone far!"
"Only trying to be sympathetic." Brittany said.
She helped Seymour by looking in all of the King's cupboards, and checking other
doors leading from the room. She also was about to open the door to the
bathroom, and then realised the King's naked wife was probably in there and she
didn't want to take the chance of seeing her naked again. Not just because she'd
go immediately to prison, but also because it was ...just... horrible.
Seymour was panicking and was kneeling on the red carpet in front of the
Mollopod King's throne, clutching the top of his head and rocking backwards and
forwards.
"She trusted me!" He whimpered. "His mother trusted me! She trusted me with our
baby and now I've failed..." Then he thought for a moment. "... again!" He
added, and started sobbing.
"There there Seymour!" Brittany said, rubbing his back. "It's not your fault.
How does Jenny expect you to look after a two-year-old who can create wormholes
with her chubby little fingertips? She's expecting too much!"
Seymour sniffed. "I'm a terrible father!" He said and sobbed some more.
"She's getting stronger. At first, she was just creating wormholes that went to
other places in the same building, now she's capable of creating wormholes to
totally different parts of the planet." Brittany said. "So who knows where she
is now. Maybe on another planet!"
Seymour looked up. "This isn't making me feel any better you know." He whined.
Brittany laughed at herself. "Sorry. But I just think you should tell Jenny that
you can't look after her. She's the trans-dimensional alien. She should be
dealing with this stuff."
"No!" Seymour shouted adamantly. "I can't admit that I've failed! Not to her."
"Okay then." Brittany said, standing up with purpose. "Then we'll get her back!"
Seymour stood up too, glad of the enthusiasm from his Queen. "Yes we shall!" He
shouted and punched the air.
Then his grin faded. "But where do we start?"
Brittany shrugged. "I'm not sure. But can you hear that?"
"Hear what?"
"That whistling sound. It sounds like something falling from a great height."
They both rushed to the window of the palace, to see what was falling towards
them.
Ten seconds later, the planet blew up.
Luckily, the strange sequence of events set in motion by Phil's death and the
anti-matter power cell he licked touching the Pulmonater created a singularity
and a wave of crononon radiation to wash over the planet, cascading all Humans
into 12th Century Earth.
Seymour and Queen Brittany were washed up in the bright blue light, and
enveloped in time.
Seconds later...
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The Meat Wagon landed on the palace. It ground its way through the towers,
spires and walls until it hit the central keep and exploded.
The heat came first. It incinerated the leaves from trees and blasted the trunks
into black twisted skeletons. It caused skin to bubble and blood to boil then it
simple wiped through the population, leaving nothing but ashes.
Then the shockwave came: a ring of terrifying power that could be seen only by
the rapidly expanding frontier of destruction. Plas-crete buildings buckled like
paper and collapsed onto themselves. Vehicles were tossed up like children's
toys and smashed into each other and the ground.
Then the noise came and everything that had been smashed to pieces was ground to
dust in its wake and as it passed, nothing was left alive.
Silence descended on the Kingdom of Little Cheftonia, broken only by the
rumbling, traversing after-shocks as they criss-crossed the crust of the tiny
world, uprooting countries, destabilising continents and finally, finally the
Kingdom of Little Cheftonia settled down, a gaping whole in its crust where the
illegally powered Meat Wagon had hit.
When the planet finally broke up a few minutes later, hardly anyone was left who
cared.
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