Parachute/glider.
Breakfast.
"I know, lets make a Parachute!" I announce to all gathered eating something called Canned Hash (which looks disgusting but if you get past the salt and graininess, it is really disgusting but edible).
"What is a Parachute?" Max asks.
"Seriously?" Then it hits me that a parachute is one of Ralph's inventions. So I explain it.
"A parachute is a device made out of cloth-" I began.
"Ooh, like our bed sheets?" Jane interjects.
"Yes! And you gather the corners and tie them with ropes and uh, add some more ropes to the sides near the middle. Then you take the other ends the ropes and tie them to an object like a" I look around trying to remember what Ralph said to tie them to. "a chair."
"And?" Crawley says.
"And we launch it out the door at the top of the tower and parachute down out of the tower."
"Girly, I see a problem here." Grimm says between mouthfuls, of course, he loves this stuff.
"What is that?"
"Assuming this cock-eyed contraption actually works what's going to keep it from going straight down the dragon's gullet?" Grimm adds burp to accentuate his point.
"I, uhm, it will drift away on the breeze?"
"Right!" Grimm says while cleaning out a can with his finger.
"it's a good plan." I grump.
In the end Crikey, I mean Crawley volunteers to try this item out.
Two hours later, four sheets, 3 left over ropes, and one chair. We are at the upper doorgetting ready, we push the sheets out and Crawley steps out for the chair when a blast of hot air and fire comes up from below and the sheets inflate on the wind and the chair rips out of Crawley's grasp to soar out over the castle.
"Would you look at that?" Grimm says "It works"
Crawley looks sick as the chairachute (yes I wanted to call it that) drifts away
"We can make more-" I begin to say.
Then the sheets catch fire and the whole thing plummets back to the courtyard and smash on the stones into tiny splinters.
"Well, I might have overstated your success girlie." Grimm says.
Crawley still looks disappointed.
Max looks down, puts his arm around me, sighs.
"Well Prince Charming, back to the drawing board?"
I just slouch and stomp my way back inside.
"How about a glider?"
"No."
"How about we tie a rope to the \dwarf and swing him out as bait and when the dragon swallows him we ride the dragon to freedom."
"I think I am going to kill Max."
"Good luck on that stumpy!" Max says before making for the door.
"No!"
They both stop and look at me.
Then Jane looks in at me.
Then Crawley.
I just shrieked out no.
I am such a girl right now.
At first I feel horror
And then the smile comes out.
Max is grinning.
Grimm is not.
It is all good.
Breakfast.
"I know, lets make a Parachute!" I announce to all gathered eating something called Canned Hash (which looks disgusting but if you get past the salt and graininess, it is really disgusting but edible).
"What is a Parachute?" Max asks.
"Seriously?" Then it hits me that a parachute is one of Ralph's inventions. So I explain it.
"A parachute is a device made out of cloth-" I began.
"Ooh, like our bed sheets?" Jane interjects.
"Yes! And you gather the corners and tie them with ropes and uh, add some more ropes to the sides near the middle. Then you take the other ends the ropes and tie them to an object like a" I look around trying to remember what Ralph said to tie them to. "a chair."
"And?" Crawley says.
"And we launch it out the door at the top of the tower and parachute down out of the tower."
"Girly, I see a problem here." Grimm says between mouthfuls, of course, he loves this stuff.
"What is that?"
"Assuming this cock-eyed contraption actually works what's going to keep it from going straight down the dragon's gullet?" Grimm adds burp to accentuate his point.
"I, uhm, it will drift away on the breeze?"
"Right!" Grimm says while cleaning out a can with his finger.
"it's a good plan." I grump.
In the end Crikey, I mean Crawley volunteers to try this item out.
Two hours later, four sheets, 3 left over ropes, and one chair. We are at the upper doorgetting ready, we push the sheets out and Crawley steps out for the chair when a blast of hot air and fire comes up from below and the sheets inflate on the wind and the chair rips out of Crawley's grasp to soar out over the castle.
"Would you look at that?" Grimm says "It works"
Crawley looks sick as the chairachute (yes I wanted to call it that) drifts away
"We can make more-" I begin to say.
Then the sheets catch fire and the whole thing plummets back to the courtyard and smash on the stones into tiny splinters.
"Well, I might have overstated your success girlie." Grimm says.
Crawley still looks disappointed.
Max looks down, puts his arm around me, sighs.
"Well Prince Charming, back to the drawing board?"
I just slouch and stomp my way back inside.
"How about a glider?"
"No."
"How about we tie a rope to the \dwarf and swing him out as bait and when the dragon swallows him we ride the dragon to freedom."
"I think I am going to kill Max."
"Good luck on that stumpy!" Max says before making for the door.
"No!"
They both stop and look at me.
Then Jane looks in at me.
Then Crawley.
I just shrieked out no.
I am such a girl right now.
At first I feel horror
And then the smile comes out.
Max is grinning.
Grimm is not.
It is all good.
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