Wednesday, October 8, 2008

The Case of the Missing Broom intro

The day started as normal in the peaceful planet of Diamondmoon.  Yep, everything was normal in this beautiful morning which was about to begin.  Our day starts like it does on uneventful occasions like this; with our glorious King rising up and soaking in the morning air.  I can see the picture clearly: the King lazily stretching and yawning, gets out of bed and opens the big curtain to his upper level room window.  The King likes this floor length window facing east.  He gets to see the rising sun every morning when he opens the thick curtain.  
After stretching a little, the King closes his eyes and pauses for a moment.  This is the time he uses to check the status of his whole planet with the help of his psychic powers.  The King does this every morning without the knowledge of his staff.  Well, without the knowledge of most of his staff.  I'm obviously an exception since I'm telling you this! There is barely little details about the King that scape my sight and knowledge, since it is my job to watch over him.  
After the usual greeting of good morning, he asks for a status report.  Ha! as if I didn't know he had check himself already! No amount of my factual sheets and numbers can quite compare to his power.  There is just something mystical about that psychic connection he shares with this planet.  I don't think that any of Diamondmoon's most acclaimed scientists will ever figure it out, and thus, I'm limited as well only to the established knowledge within my intricate circuitry.
When he is done with the report, the King proceeds to the morning broadcast to his subjects for his usual greeting and status report of the weather and such.  According to my database, the king of a whole planet giving a weather broadcast is rather funny and unnecessary.  However, the King insists on closeness to his people in whatever means necessary.  Thus, the morning proceeds in a normal fashion. 
Yep.  Another peaceful morning in this peaceful planet of this peaceful galaxy.....what a drag, no explosion today.

In Diamondmoon you don't have to wait too long for entertainment.  Mine came, during the King's morning stroll, in the mighty voice of his Most Honorable Highness, King of Jupiter II.
"Alex! Save me!!"
His Highness Alex, King of Diamondmoon, flinched at the sudden interruption of his peaceful stroll.
"Ah, good morn...eh! why are you crying?!"
"Alex" uttered the King of Jupiter II, with way too many A's and X's. "Alex, I broke it.  I felt down and it broke.  It was an accident I swear!"
"I don't understand.  What did you break?"
Holding up his hands, the mighty King of Jupiter II revealed a piece of a broken broom on each hand.
"The RX3000!!" King Alex cried in disbelief.
Yes indeed, It was the RX3000.  The five in one, ultra high power cleaning device that his Highness King of Neptune II was bragging about just yesterday.  
The King of Neptune II's famous obsession with cleaning is another constant source for my amusement.  I have to admit that during visits, I have placed cleaning supplies in front of him just to see his delighted reaction as he starts cleaning everything on his path.  The RX3000 was his newest most prized possession, no wonder the King of Jupiter II was crying.  All eight feet two inches of him.
"Don't worry" King Alex reassured, "maybe we can do something; this is Verchau's creation right? I bet he can fix it! He is the King of Mercury II, the most technologically advance planet in our galaxy! He will be able to repair his own creation right?!"
"I already asked..."
"Huh? what did he say?"
"He passed out..."
"....."
hahaha! King Verchau was probably  shocked at seeing his creation destroyed.  I bet the RX3000 was a prototype!
"Don't tell me he can't fix it" King Alex sounded troubled.
"I think it would take him weeks.  He started crying after he woke up.  He called me a brute too..."
"Don't take it to heart." King Alex patted his friend on the shoulder.
"I know..."
The King of Jupiter II is the tallest of the Kings.  He is one of the strongest and his brutal strength gets the best of him from time to time.  As if to mock his sinewy, chiseled body, he is also the calmest, peace-loving, nice-all-around guy of the group.  He is a softy.  A softy with an iron body, who just broke his best friend's favorite toy and is now crying like a grade-schooler.

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