Niples + CK - "Problem at Customs"

Who: Seymour Niples + CK
Where: Prison, New Ibiza
When: After the customs officers came to the Royal Palace
Seymour sat in the corner of the cell looking rather pissed off.
He glared at CK, who was sat on another bench, if looks could kill,
Seymour would definately be the first to glare CK into a shrivlled
pile of bathsalts. CK caught his glare.
"Stop staring at me, I told you it wasn't my fault!"
"Oh really?!" Said Seymour. "I go on holiday, far away from the Blue
Dwarf, then suddenly as soon as you turn up I get banged in prison!
A coincidence? I think NOT!"
CK hung his head. "I didn't do anything wrong."
"You stowed away in my shuttle!"
"Yeah but thats not illegal is it? What are they going to charge you
with, for illegal posession of a scotsman?"
"They probably want to fine me for importing morons!" Seymour shot
back.
"There must be something else." Said CK. "Customs laws aren't
normally this strict."
Seymour stood up and looked through the bars. "Good someone's
coming. EXCUSE ME! I DEMAND TO KNOW WHY WE'RE BEING DETAINED!!! I'm
a Royal Ambassador and..."
"I dont think they speak English." Said CK.
"Well what language do they speak?"
"New Ibizan I guess." Said CK.
"That doesnt even exist, you just made it up!" Said Seymour.
The customes officers came over, unlocked the cell an entered.
"Finally!" Said Seymour. "Why are we being held here? I swear I've
never seen this strange scottish person here before in my life!"
"Hey!" said CK. Seymour hushed him.
Luckily one of the guards did speak english, albeit poorly. He spoke
with a near-spanish accent, slightly distorted by the rather bushy
moustach on his top lip. "We found this in your shuttlecraft. Do you
care to explain?"
He held up a small bag of white dust.
"Seymour! Don't tell me you packed sugar in your suitcase in a small
bag? They'll think you're transporting drugs!"
"It saves on packing space!" Said Seymour. "However, thats not mine.
I put the sugar for my tea in a bettaware tub."
"Gentlemen, this is not sugar." Said the customs officer. "This is
an ounce of bliss."
"What? Drugs?" Said CK. "Seymour I always suspected you had a wilder
party side!"
"Its not mine, I know nothing about this officer!" Seymour defended.
"Then who's is it?"
CK shook his head. "I was asleep in the storage compartment, I didnt
know about any of this."
Seymour gritted his teeth. "That only leaves one person, and I'm
going to ram my entire collection of 'pre-renaissance orchestral
greats' down her neck when i next see her!" He took a deep
breath. "Don't we get a phone call?"
The officers looked at each other and nodded. "You may have one
phonecall, make it quick."
They showed Seymour to the vidi-phone booth. "And keep it local,
interstellar calls cost a fortune here."
Seymour rolled his eyes at the guards and dialed the palace. The
Queen would be able to get him out, he just hoped she was in.