How to Rescue a Dead Princess
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"Wanna watch a jousting match sometime?" Jack asked Toby.
"Sure. Why not?"
"I love everybody!" said Bug.
The flames of the forest died out, and the trees sprouted back up, green and covered with flowers in full bloom. The rabbit bounced back into the clearing, unharmed. The zombies shambled off, free at last.
It was a truly wonderful moment.
Chapter 27
You Can Relax, It's Almost Over
AS YVONNE entered the courtyard in her wedding gown, the band struck up a blues version of "Here Comes the Bride." She walked down the aisle, whispering "Left foot, right foot, left foot, right foot," to keep herself on track. One of the guests stood up and began throwing rice.
"Not yet, you idiot!" snapped his wife, pulling him down.
Yvonne took her place next to Randall, and they exchanged smiles. Jack stood in his position as Best
Man, wearing a shirt that read "Marriage Sucks."
The reverend cleared his throat, and addressed the gatherers. "Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness the union of these fine people. They have decided to get married. How long they'll stay that way is anyone's guess, since in these permissive times it seems like you get married, stick with it until you get a little bored, then hop over to the next spouse in line. Well, that just makes me sick!"
He cracked his knuckles, then continued. "Whatever happened to morals? Whatever happened to marrying people you liked? Whatever happened to the days when somebody caught carrying around a scroll with smutty pictures on it would feel ashamed? What's the matter with you people? Perverts, all of you! Shaaaaaaame on you!"
The wedding guests murmured agreement amongst themselves.
The reverend smiled at Yvonne. "I understand the bride would like to read a poem to her love."
Yvonne nodded and pulled a piece of paper out of her bodice. "Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, and so are you."
Everyone sighed at the beauty of her words. Randall knew that this was a love that would survive for all eternity.
"So, Randall," said the reverend, "do you take Yvonne, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, in good moods and in PMS, 'till death do you part?"
"Yep," said Randall.
"Great, that makes things move much more smoothly. And Yvonne, do you take Randall, to have and to hold, even when he's sick and whining like a baby, even when he leaves the cap off the toothpaste so that a hardened blob forms on the top and you have to pull it off and it sticks to your fingers, 'till death do you part?"
"Uh-huh."
"All right, two for two. Now, is there anyone out there who has a reason why these two should not be wed?"
A man thought about it for a moment, then raised his hand. "I dunno, maybe something like he really doesn't understand her true feelings or something like that."
"Yes, that's certainly a good reason. Any others?"
"She could be marrying him for his money," said a woman.
"Yes, yes," said the reverend.
"He could snore all night!" said Toby.
"And he could practice human sacrifice!" another woman declared.
"Good reasons, everybody," said the reverend. "So...I guess that's about it. Pucker up and suck face."
Randall started to lean towards his bride, then froze as a sudden realization hit him. He faced the audience and pointed where Sir William and Princess Janice were seated.
"It just became clear to me," he said, strolling down the aisle towards them. "The whole thing about escorting the princess to the Kingdom of Rainey, that was just a set-up! You weren't going there on a mission of goodwill, you were going there as a spies for the Dark One!"
"I don't know what you're talking about," said Sir William.
"He's accusing you of espionage," said Yvonne, helpfully.
"That's absurd. I'm the most respected knight in the king's army! Everyone loves me! I make balloon animals at all the children's birthday parties!"
"But that, like the rest of your deeds, is an exaggeration! I was at the last birthday party, and all you made were balloon snakes, which, as we all know, require virtually no skill to create!"
Sir William stood up. "But that doesn't make me a spy!"
"Yes it does!" shouted Jack. "Let's get him!"
"No, it doesn't," said Randall. "But this does. I'd been suspicious of the whole mission ever since you said it was only going to be you and I doing a royalty escort, which is unheard of. But what clinched it was the gibberish you mumbled after you were cured of your stone affliction. Now, I assumed at the time that it was only the typical gibberish one would mumble upon returning to flesh and blood, but a long-ago lesson in the language of the Inter-Generic Fantasy Land Spy Council just flashed before my brain! What you said, roughly translated, was 'Boy, I hope that being turned into a statue for so long doesn't affect my plans to act as a spy for the Dark One!'"
There was a collective gasp from the wedding guests. Princess Janice shoved Sir William away from her. "You traitor!"
"Not so fast, Princess," said Randall. "Because when you returned from the dead, you said something in the very same language! 'Don't worry, my secret lover, we'll have plenty of time to do it after we assassinate my father!'"
"You're lying!" shouted the princess. "Daddy, he's lying!"
King Waldo of Mosiman stood up. "Randall, do you have any proof to back up these accusations?"
"As a matter of fact, I do. Princess, would you care to explain to everyone why you're wearing that turtleneck gown?"
Princess Janice looked nervous. "Symbolic reasons. It's plaid--the texture of Union."
"I see. Would you mind exposing your neck?"
"Randall, where is this leading?" the king demanded.
"Your highness, if you'd quit asking dim-witted questions this would be over much more quickly. Princess, please uncover your neck for the rest of us."
"Absolutely not!"
"I'll do it!" said a man seated directly behind her. He reached forward and pulled down the collar of the gown, revealing an enormous hickey. There was another collective gasp.
"Noooooooooooo!" the princess shrieked.
"Only one man in this kingdom is capable of producing hickeys of that magnitude!" said Randall. "Sir William!"
Sir William pulled the king to his feet, then took out a dagger and pressed it against his neck. "Nobody move!" he shouted. "Anybody tries anything and the king dies!"
The guests were all out of collective gasps. Princess Janice slapped her forehead in frustration. "You ignorant boob! Proof of a dalliance between us wasn't proof that we were spies!"
"D'oh!"
"Would everyone please move your feet out of the way?" Princess Janice asked the people in their row. "Pardon me, coming through...coming through..."
Princess Janice, Sir William, and the hostage king stepped out into the center aisle. "You're right," said the princess. "We were spies! We were going to steal information regarding the extremely effective torture techniques that went on in the Rainey dungeons and pass them onto the Dark One so he might better discipline his followers!"
"Ow!" said the king. "You're poking me!"
"It's a shame that you had to confront us," the princess told Randall. "With the Dark One dead, we were just going to lay low until the next insane dictator wanna-be rose to power! But now we're going into hiding, taking my father with us! If anyone tries to follow, we'll kill him!"
"Meaning him as in the king, or him as in the follower?"
"Both!" They hurried up the aisle and out of the courtyard, disappearing from sight.
"Somebody do something!" shouted the reverend, flapping his arms up and down in panic.
"I'll go after them!" said Randall. "It's my duty!"
"No!" said Yvonne, putting her hands on his shoulders. "Because this adventure is over. You will go after them and perform a daring rescue, but save it for next time."
"She's right," said Jack. "You've done well, and i
nspired us all. And someday, when we want to hear another tale of the exploits of the mighty Randall, perhaps we shall listen to the story of how you saved the king from a certain death at the hands of his own daughter. But for now, kiss Yvonne."
Randall and Yvonne locked eyes. "I love you," said Randall.
"And I love you," said Yvonne.
"I love you more."
"I love you more."
"Not a chance."
"All the chances in the world."
"No way."
"Yes way."
"Nuh-uh."
"Uh-huh."
"You're wrong," said Randall, getting angry.
"You think you're always right," said Yvonne, also angry.
"You're so disagreeable all the time!"
"Get away from me, you jerk!"
"Hey!" shouted Bug. "You two are in love!"
Randall and Yvonne stared into each other's eyes again, and all the love returned. "Kiss me," whispered Yvonne.
Their lips met with an unmatched passion. All of the guests began applauding and cheering and going "Woooooo!" A wizard cast a spell filling the air with fireworks, which were lost upon the crowd because it was daylight.
"All hail Randall and Yvonne!" shouted Toby. "May their love be sweaty for the rest of their years!"
"Hail Randall and Yvonne!" the guests shouted.
They broke the kiss with a sound like a suction cup being pulled off glass. "Oh, Randall," said Yvonne. "This is the happiest day of my life!"
"Mine, too," said Randall. "In fact, I think it's the happiest day in the lives of everyone here!"
There was a cheer of resounding agreement.
"We're going to live in pure joy from now on," said Randall. "I mean, after all that's happened to us since our adventure began, what else could possibly go wrong?"
Everyone cringed and waited for it to happen.
Minutes passed.
Nothing.
Randall and Yvonne kissed again, to the accompaniment of a cheer of happiness greater than anything in the past or future.
Epilogue
AND THEY lived happily ever after....
....
....
...until labor pains began....
~The End~
Jeff Strand
Jeff Strand lives in Florida with his wife, his mentally questionable cat, and his hideous wardrobe. He's been writing ever since he was old enough to throw screaming fits in crowded supermarkets and is glad to have finally gotten some use out of tha t creative writing degree his dad paid for. He has several other wacky comedy novels in store; unfortunately, ignoring him won't make him go away. He checks his e-mail every forty-six seconds, and you can write to him at JeffStrand@aol.com
Table Of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Reader Participation Segment!
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Epilogue
Jeff Strand
eBook Info
Identifier:0759920958
Title:How to Rescue a Dead Princess
Creator:Jeff Strand
Date:08/01/2000
Copyrights:2000 Jeff Strand; Cover art by Dirk A. Wolf
Publisher:Hard Shell Word Factory
Subject:Fantasy
Description:HOW TO RESCUE A DEAD PRINCESS is an epic fantasy for your family to cherish forever.