It was a dark and stormy night when the Princess bit into the apple, sending herself and the kingdom into an enchanted sleep. No one could say why she had done it. That was precisely what Harvey McKinght had come here to find out, provided he could find someone to pay him to do it.


Fasten Your Seatbelts!

A worried look crossed the Princess's face as the magic carpet began to rapidly rise into the air. Sensing her unease, the Thief tried his best to ease it. "Just so you know," he said, forcing a smile "In the event of an emergency, your seat cushion may be used as a flotation device."


It Get's Old

"But that's just the thing!" he exclaimed "With only you to talk to I have to come up with something new to say every time. If I had more friends I could just tell each of them the same story."

"If it would help," she offered from the sofa, "I could stop listening."


Victory

Glass fought against the two demons with quiet desperation. There wasn't the attention spare to start screaming at them too. She was holding them off though, barely. Then a lucky stroke caught one under the chin and that was it for him. But she'd lost track of the other in the heat of the moment...