So, to recap: the goblins stole Crawley's chair and now he has to sit on the floor.
The only goblin to escape bounced over the way confirming Grimm's theory of elasticity on goblins.
We have almost been rescued once by a handsome prince with a non-competition clause.
We are still stuck in this tower with two annoying ravenous dragons.
We are really sick of canned food.
I am in love with a brilliant man who has no imagination.
Hey, give that back!
"Oh, I'm a brilliant man!"
"With no imagination."
"We'll see about that!"
I spend the next hour chasing Max up and down the tower until he trips over Grimm and I tackle him.
We roll around on the floor until we both surrender in giggles (from us) and grumbles (from Grimm).
Jane- I mean Emma comes in and looks down at the two of us lying on top of Grimm. She shakes her head and sits down next to me.
We sit up and try to look serious.
Grimm stands up and swears in a language I have never heard, but it sounds violent and bad, then glowers at me.
"This is all your fault!" and stomps out of the room.
"Was he talking to me?" Max says.
The two of us girls look at Max and nod.
Max hangs his head.
"I guess I need to apologize?" he says peeking up at me through his hair.
He is so cute. Jane giggles and then I burst out in giggles too.
Max sits up with a look of triumph on his face.
"Sonovabirch!" Grimm yells.
We all look to where he just left.
"You're dead now Max." Jane says
"Yeah-" I start to say then Grimm starts cursing even more.
Curiosity overcomes all of us and we wander out to the window (well one of them).
Grimm is leaning out the window and yelling curses at the ground.
"Where's Crawley?" I ask looking around.
"Getting inspired by goblins!" Grimm yells "You bastard, I hope you burn!"
We crowd to the window and look down.
There is nothing new down there. I mean there is the rubble, the remains of bones and zeppelin, and wagons and a bathtub and...
The tub gets up and moves slowly for a while in the general direction of the gate.
Grimm keeps swearing until he realize that we are just looking at him.
"What?"
"Well, it is a pretty smart plan." Max points out.
"Here comes the dragon." Emma says (hey! I am just trying the name out.)
Sure enough, in comes teenage dragon who belches a gout of fire which flows over the cast iron tub. No visible result. The tub takes the blast well, then rises a bit and continues scooting out of the courtyard.
"Well look at that." Max says.
"Here comes mama dragon." Emma says.
Sure enough mama dragon leaps over the teenage dragon lands on the tub and grasps at it.
To it's credit the tub refuses to be crushed and the mama dragon's claw fails to fin purchase on it's smooth bottom. The legs have been removed.
"Well look at that." Max says.
The mama dragon stands up looks at the tub and shrugs. The tub scoots away. Both dragons sit there are watch it scoot out onto the drawbridge.
"Uhoh." I say.
Both dragons breath fire onto the drawbridge; for a moment, it looks like nothing happens, then a perceptible crack is heard, then a groan.
Crawley gives a scream of terror, rolls the tub over and makes a run for it even as the drawbridge collapses into splinters about the vastly deep chasm. Crawley and the tub pause as if for effect before plunging down into the abyss.
Crawley screams all the way down.
"Well look at that." Max says.
So much for escapae attempt number 14.
The only goblin to escape bounced over the way confirming Grimm's theory of elasticity on goblins.
We have almost been rescued once by a handsome prince with a non-competition clause.
We are still stuck in this tower with two annoying ravenous dragons.
We are really sick of canned food.
I am in love with a brilliant man who has no imagination.
Hey, give that back!
"Oh, I'm a brilliant man!"
"With no imagination."
"We'll see about that!"
I spend the next hour chasing Max up and down the tower until he trips over Grimm and I tackle him.
We roll around on the floor until we both surrender in giggles (from us) and grumbles (from Grimm).
Jane- I mean Emma comes in and looks down at the two of us lying on top of Grimm. She shakes her head and sits down next to me.
We sit up and try to look serious.
Grimm stands up and swears in a language I have never heard, but it sounds violent and bad, then glowers at me.
"This is all your fault!" and stomps out of the room.
"Was he talking to me?" Max says.
The two of us girls look at Max and nod.
Max hangs his head.
"I guess I need to apologize?" he says peeking up at me through his hair.
He is so cute. Jane giggles and then I burst out in giggles too.
Max sits up with a look of triumph on his face.
"Sonovabirch!" Grimm yells.
We all look to where he just left.
"You're dead now Max." Jane says
"Yeah-" I start to say then Grimm starts cursing even more.
Curiosity overcomes all of us and we wander out to the window (well one of them).
Grimm is leaning out the window and yelling curses at the ground.
"Where's Crawley?" I ask looking around.
"Getting inspired by goblins!" Grimm yells "You bastard, I hope you burn!"
We crowd to the window and look down.
There is nothing new down there. I mean there is the rubble, the remains of bones and zeppelin, and wagons and a bathtub and...
The tub gets up and moves slowly for a while in the general direction of the gate.
Grimm keeps swearing until he realize that we are just looking at him.
"What?"
"Well, it is a pretty smart plan." Max points out.
"Here comes the dragon." Emma says (hey! I am just trying the name out.)
Sure enough, in comes teenage dragon who belches a gout of fire which flows over the cast iron tub. No visible result. The tub takes the blast well, then rises a bit and continues scooting out of the courtyard.
"Well look at that." Max says.
"Here comes mama dragon." Emma says.
Sure enough mama dragon leaps over the teenage dragon lands on the tub and grasps at it.
To it's credit the tub refuses to be crushed and the mama dragon's claw fails to fin purchase on it's smooth bottom. The legs have been removed.
"Well look at that." Max says.
The mama dragon stands up looks at the tub and shrugs. The tub scoots away. Both dragons sit there are watch it scoot out onto the drawbridge.
"Uhoh." I say.
Both dragons breath fire onto the drawbridge; for a moment, it looks like nothing happens, then a perceptible crack is heard, then a groan.
Crawley gives a scream of terror, rolls the tub over and makes a run for it even as the drawbridge collapses into splinters about the vastly deep chasm. Crawley and the tub pause as if for effect before plunging down into the abyss.
Crawley screams all the way down.
"Well look at that." Max says.
So much for escapae attempt number 14.
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