“Wow,” Zac said. “For a two-headed monster’s stomach, it sure looks outdoorsy here.”
“Yeah,” Taylor agreed. “So, where to now?”
“There’s a path over there,” Fred pointed.
“Did anyone ask you?” Taylor frowned.
“Well, I -”
“Hey there’s a path over there guys,” Isaac said. “Let’s see where it goes.”
Fred rolled his eyes and followed his brothers down the path. They hadn’t gotten far when someone dressed in brown and green dropped down in front of them.
“Lemme guess,” Zac said. “Robin Hood?”
The man looked confused, but bushed it off as the boys were surrounded by others dressed in the same kind of clothes.
“Oh, okay, it’s just the merry men, right?”
The men, ignoring these weird comments, pulled out a variety of weaponry.
“Your money or your life,” said the first man.
“Zac, I don’t think we’re in Sherwood Forest somehow...” Isaac said.
“But... but...”
“We don’t have any money,” Taylor said.
“Oh really? Well your friend there appears to be a Prince...” he looked appraisingly at Fred. “Yeah... that crown of yours looks real to me... Hand it over.”
Fred moved to take the crown off... but to no avail. The crown simply refused to budge.
“Quit play acting! Give it to me!”
“Fred!”
“I can’t! It won’t come off.”
“A likely story,” said the brigand leader.
He stalked over and tried to take it off himself, but met with the same trouble. Angry, he pulled out his axe.
“Fine,” he said. “Then I cuts it off.”
He pushed Fred to the ground, and lifted his axe. Fred, who had landed with his hands holding him up, noticed the ring on his finger.
“Fred power,” he whispered, just as the brigand leader made the downstroke.
The axe turned into a kazoo.
“What the...”