Cerulean lemons?
“Cerulean lemons!”
What in the smoky
green hell is going on here this morning? “Jack? Jack! Jack where are
you?!”
“Here sire, right here.”
“What’s going on in this castle!”
“Well sire, you see, the Wizard…”
“I knew it! I knew letting that crazy old mage in here was a
bad idea! Now the fruit basket has wings, my marble staircase is covered in
mold and the chef is a bee with three heads! Where is that Wizard now?”
“Well…sire, you see…that’s the problem.”
“I don’t want to hear about your problems, I’ve got enough
problems of my own! Now where’s the blasted Wizard?! Wizard! Wizard!”
Ribbit
“Oh no! Is that…”
“Yes sire, the Wizard.”
“But…but…he’s a toad.”
“Yes, sire, I know.”
“We have to do something.”
“Yes sire.”
“But what?”
“Sire I have but one suggestion.”
“What Jack?”
“Toad stew.”
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