- Chapter 1 -
The Return of the Leapii
©1999 Quizzard
The Battle for the Lily Galaxy had no definitive winner, only losers. The mighty had fallen, for not only had Sir
Twead perished, but also the mighty hunter. Twead's captains had rushed the dread lizard in his moment of triumph,
and felled him with a frenzy unmatched by the Pirhanas of the Soapbox Legion.
When the dust had settled, only a few grim survivors remained...
The Ambassador of Man paced in his opulent apartment in the castle of the High Toad. Muttering to himself, the
Man could just be heard by a small eavesdropper in the garden below.
"Where are the troops I sent for? I can't believe that we're losing this opportunity for easy conquest. Nearly every
able bodied soldier has been annihilated in that skirmish with the upstart, Twead. Victory (and the governorship)
should be MINE! I have to get through to the high command soon..."
With a blare of trumpets, the High Toad swept into the Ambassador's abode.
"Ambassador Lawboy! There you are! We've been searching Our Royal grounds for you for days. We've missed
you(and your gifts, heh, heh) at Our Royal Dinner table."
"Ahhh, Your Highness! I've been searching my wares to find a suitable gift for your Royal Hoppiness. I believe that
I've just now realized what that could be." The Ambassador walked over to a corner and opened a large case with
the curious Man word 'Amway' on it. "Here Sire, the most fitting gift for Your Royal Person, it's a pair of Air
Anyman Hi-tops, guaranteed to make noise when anyone insults Your Majesty!"
"How wonderful! How do they work?"
"Please, Your Imperial Wartiness, I cannot divulge the method by which these shoes ascertain insult, for I am
unaware of the criteria. I am certain of their function, for they sound off constantly while I read the dispatches about
the unfortunate unpleasantness abounding in the soapboxes."
"Quite right, can We try them on now?"
"Surely, Your Amphibiousness, let me show you how to lace them up. Your Highness must make sure to lace them
tight, so that the patent leather is unmarked, and less susceptible to contrary opinions of what is objectionable."
Softly, and with great care, a small toad made it's way out of the garden, wondering why it's king would worry
about such a spurious gift, when the Ambassador was obviously up to no good. He hurried off to find somebody
who would listen to him...