'PIRATE SHEEP!!!!' Queen Phoebe cried.
'That's what Bertha and I said,' Norma replied.
'But they looked so convincing!'
'True,' Norma continued, and here she took a crude drawing out from her hatband, 'but if you take that director chappie and remove his beret and monocle and add a speech bubble saying, 'Har! Har! Har!'.'
'FLOSSIE!!!!' Queen Phoebe wailed.
'It was the perfect disguise,' Norma conceded, 'and none of us need to feel in the least bit guilty that we didn't see through it at an earlier opportunity.'
'And they have One's crown!' Queen Phoebe sobbed.
'We'll do everything we can to get it back,' Norma assured her.
'Oh, when his Kingshipfulness gets to hear of it!'
'I realise it's not good news,' Norma mooed.
'The news!!!!' Queen Phoebe cried. 'It'll be front page time and pullout specials!!!!'
'But if we can act quickly,' Norma replied, 'they may never find out. I doubt anyone can have heard about what's happened.'
But at that moment that were interrupted by the thundering of approaching feet and Norman arrived.
'I've just heard about what's happened,' he trumpeted.
'But who told you?' Norma asked.
'No one in particular,' Norman replied. 'I've just got very good hearing.'
'Fair point!' Norma mooed.
'So, what can I do to help?' Norman asked.
'If they're trying to get off the island,' Norma replied, 'they'll be heading towards the port.'
'To the port it is then!' Norman trumpeted.
'Take me with you!' Queen Phoebe cried. 'You may carry me in your trunk!'
And Norman briefly considered pointing out that there was more to an elephant than just a trunk...but decided that it wasn't an appropriate time.
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