A Nice Parade
The next morning, Duke and Michel were back in front of His Royal Highness, King Tingaling.
“Your Majesty, I’m totally freaked about everything. What if someone finds out and it gets back to the Master?”
Just then, the real King Tingaling appeared, carried upon a gold and red velvet couch by six muscular servants.
“Peekaboo!” King Tingaling said, holding his sides in case they split.
“Whoa.”
“Fooled you, did we? Honestly, Michel, you have nothing to worry about, and really nothing in comparison to Royal Double 987.”
Michel squinted at Royal Double 987, the ‘king’ he had been speaking to, sat upon the royal throne. Beads of sweat trickled down the Royal Double 987’s face. He didn’t look too happy to be there.
“In a moment, the royal carriage will arrive and take away R
