All this has happened with a certain blue dog nowadays. And it will all happen again, this time in 2003.
Optimus was sitting on the sofa reading his paper, when all of a sudden, TOOOOOOOOOOOT! Came a flute noise from the other room. “Here comes King Orko and Queen Furaha!” shouted the voice of Orko, and in strode Orko and Furaha, dressed up politely as a king and a queen, marching into the room like a bunch of polite people going to a tea party. Quickly, Optimus dropped his paper, stood up on his big feet and saluted, pretending to be an important visitor.
As the king and queen sat down on their throne, Optimus bowed to them gracefully. “What could be of importance to you, my royal leagues?” asked Optimus. “Well, first off, the kangaroos have demanded that they have snow where it’s very hot in their part of the outback,” said the queen. “And what’s of importance to you, my king?” asked Optimus. “Well, my queen and I want a long snack after a long hard day of preparing to be them.” “Oh? And what are those snacks?” “Ones fit for royalty!” said Queen Furaha. “We would like two glasses of milk and a piece of chocolate cake each please.” “Oh. Yes, right,” said Optimus, and he dashed off to the kitchen.
Soon, he came back with a plate of chocolate cake each for the king and queen, and a glass of milk for the royal matriarch and patriarch. “You know, my royal subject,” said Furaha, “I think being queen is the best game anyone could play ever in the history of man. You get to be the boss and do whatever you fancy!”
