“Watch me as I pull a rabbit out of this wolf,” were the last words the amateur magician crane said.

Pleasant Valley was not living up to its name. If one didn’t know better, one would think they were in Moroseville, or worse, Cleveland. The problem was, Princess Pringle was in a deep, deep funk, thus too, was every citizen of Pleasant Valley.

This is why sovereignty sucks, especially under the rule of King Pringle. If any member of his family was saddened, every one must share the grief. Two happy boys were publicly beheaded as an example.

Princess Pringle was sick in the heart. This is not to say it was a physical ailment, nor was it from loneliness. In fact she was in love, but it wasn’t the right kind of love.

It should be clear that the princess was indeed odd. She was one of those passionate entomologists, so it was no surprise that she fell in love with a gnat, one she named Gnat “King” Cole.

So many times, she wished to tell her mother, but she knew the outcome. It would be the exact same response she received when she fell in love with Neil DeGrasshopper Tyson.

NOT QUITE A MORAL: Hey man, you have to do what you need to do, as long as you don’t hurt anyone. Come on, use your head.