“Oh here they come!” Queen Marcheline arose enthusiastically to usher in the new arrivals. “Come on in Gingerine, Orangine, Carrotine and (exasperated sigh) Freckeline what is up with your hair this morning?” “We helped take the little ones to the studios Ma’rm, great green glowing glow worms talk about go go go with those two tykes!” tumbled Freckeline breathlessly. “Oh. I see.” said Queen Marcheline with a quasi-disapproving look. “Well, fix yourself up!” she instructed indicating the aspects of Freckeline which were out of place and then she turned to Jellatine whose pink jello glow had de-saturated in the interim, as she severely scrutinized the dolls that had just entered. “Why Jellatine, whatever’s the matter? You are a rather odd shade of pink and your legs are wobbling ever so frightfully.” Implored Queen Marcheline confounded. “Where is she?” Jellatine demanded intensely of the Ladies in Waiting. The Ladies were eyeing each other eye to eye nervously searching for an idea of what to say or do. “Are you already familiar with my Ladies in Waiting?” inquired Queen Marcheline confused. “Yes. I've met them once before.” “What an amazing coincidence!” Queen Marcheline blurted out trying to ease the awkward atmosphere. “Well, where is she then?” Jellatine ignored the Queen and demanded of her Ladies. “Who?” inquired Her Majesty utterly discombobulated searching around for some answer. “Frangelica!” Jellatine venomously lashed out. “Who’s Frangelica?”
Queen Marcheline puzzled as she was ignored by everyone present. “Where’s Frangelica?” Jellatine reiterated emphatically and persistently not removing her enraged glare from the Ladies. Queen Marcheline was taken aback by this sudden turn of temperament. Had she horribly misjudged the psychedelic jelly lady? Was she actually psycho-jellic? Was she now officially contractually bound to a fruit loop forever? Anxiety getting the better of her, she hastily pleaded with her Ladies. “Well where is Frangelica?” “She ran off your Majesty.” Gingerine gingerly spoke up with a smattering of a German accent. “Well where to? Come on, out with it!” the Queen beckoned becoming more panic stricken with every passing second. “Ve don’t know Your Majesty she escaped viz Anjello ven za vicked step-daughter of Vicky dyed our hairs to look like Cyndi Lauper’s. She vos crazy about za new ‘it’ popstar and came up viz zis crazy idea and Frangelica caught vind of vot za step-daughter vos planning to do and she grabbed Anjello and zey ran avay. Ve have no idea vot happened to zem.” “Oh. Good Heavens! I see.” said Queen Marcheline as confused as ever. “Who’s Anjello?” The prototype Bild Lilli ex blonde dolls all stared wide eyed at Jellatine who by now had dissolved into a whimpering, blubbering bundle wrapping her largish rubbery head into her springy, stretchy arms. The Queen was at dire straits as what to do next, she tended to feel awkward on such sobbing occasions as this and had no idea what to proffer, besides she was certain she could feel a nervous breakdown gradually creeping up her legs. An angst tension filled the air which felt like forever before Jellatine raised her slightly squashed face and solemnly sobbed in heaving staccato: “Anjello… was… my one…true love… stolen by Frangeliiiicaaaaa!” “Oh no!” exclaimed Queen Marcheline. “I’m terribly sorry. Truly I am. I had no idea. That really is bad!” She patted Jellatine’s arm awkwardly, pulling a grimacing ‘yikes! what to do?’ face at her Ladies, for the overly demonstrative display of emotion was not what any of them were used to. “Vell zere is nussing any of us can do about it.” Gingerine said matter of factly. “I zink ve are vell rid of zem ya?” It seemed like each and every lady present was mulling over the pragmatic fact in silence when Jellatine’s indented face suddenly sprung back into place and as if that was the cue to change gear the gloom in the room started to lift. The matter was settled. It was ascertained for certain that the Ladies in Waiting had zero allegiance to Frangelica and could therefore conduct amiable relations with Jellatine, the Queen’s new official Laotong.
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AND HE SAID:
"Truly I tell you,
You're NEVER too old to be young at heart
P l a g i a r i s m is
a plague D O N ' T
S P R E A D I T ! ! !
R e s p e c t