“Ugh I can’t believe my hope to change back just turned into a horse” sighed Connie. Morgana tilted her head, looking as concerned as a monkey could. She straightened Connies little Princess tiara so it sat a top her head and little tuft of blonde hair, the only thing left of her human appearance. The monkey gave a satisfied “Ook ook!” before clambering over onto Connies back, knocking the tiara so it was hanging over Connies big ear again.
“Hey stop messing about! Stupid monkey!” Connie groaned.
The clown knight had directed her horse costume steed to face Madame Majique, now nothing but a mare. She squinted, obviously confused by what she saw – a monkey riding a pig riding a horse. She pulled a pair of oversized glasses from a pocket stitched in the fabric of the horse costume and placed them over her big red nose.
“Ah a fellow knight!” she said in false recognition. The glasses didn’t seem to help at all! “So you’ve come to challenge me, sir?”
“What I’m not a knight or a sir, you Trollop!? I’m a Princess!” Connie said, indignantly.
“You’re really more of a pig at the moment,” Maedel muttered.
“Sir Trollop of Pig Mess!” the clown knight seemed to be deaf as well as blind,
“That’s not what I said!” Connie cried, again indignantly.
“I am Lady Cecilia the Slutty Skank, I recently changed my name to that by deed poll,” she said and I winced. If we managed to turn her back she’d be stuck with that embarrassing name as those things were once per lifetime!
“It is an honour to finally meet you, Sir Trollop but don’t think I will go easy on you just because you are famous. Now you have until I finish blowing up this balloon to prepare yourself,” Lady Cecelia reached into her underwear and pulled a uninflated balloon and began puffing loudly.
“Prepare myself?” Connie looked puzzled.
“You need to grab a weapon Connie,” I shouted.
“Whst’s she going to do? Hold it in her snout?” Maedel laughed.