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Andrea: Where are we going?
Man: You’ll see. By the way, your songs are good. No, they’re fantastic.
Andrea: (blushes) Thanks.
Sharon: (whispering) Ah…I see the mystery man has a liking for you.
Andrea: Hush, would you?
The car stops in front of a luxury mansion. Armed guards protected it. Inside, they saw futuristic gadgets.
Jim: Wow, what’s this place for?
Man: We’re rebels. We want Northern Ireland to break with United Kingdom and unite with the Republic of Ireland! We want our Irishness back! We want the Protestants out! We want…
Andrea: Wait. Irishness? What’s that? Aren’t you, like, Irish already?
Man: Never mind.
Sharon: Why are we here?
Man: We need you to help us in our conquest.
Caro: Like?
Man: We need you to become spies.
Jim: Spies? Like James Bond?
Man: Yes, like James Bond. Your mission will be delivered to Sharon’s house tomorrow at 10 a.m. if you agree to it.
Andrea: Will we get stuff like real spies?
Man: Of course, my gentle lady.
Andrea: (blushes) Thanks for the info.
Sharon and Caroline oohed and ahhed softly.
Man: So, will you accept the task at hand?
Caro: Wait, who are you?
Man: Good question. Thought you’ll never ask.
The man started taking of his overcoat and disguises. Jim faints. The girls go into shock.
Caro and Andrea: Dad?!
Sharon: Whatcha doin’ here?
Gerry: Hi kids.
Caro: Were you a rebel all along?
Gerry: ‘Course I was! Every Irish lad and lassies are rebels at heart, aren’t they?
Andrea: Um…I’m not so sure about that.
Gerry: (just recently discovered Jim on the floor) Eh…what happened to me lad?
Sharon: He has a weak heart?
Gerry: How come I never knew?
When Jim became conscious, the 4 siblings went to Sharon’s house.
Jim: I think I regret signing those agreement papers.
Sharon: But he’s our dad. He won’t put us in dangerous situations.
Caro: You’re telling me. Remember Fang? (does a flashback to a time when she nearly lost her fingers taming a stray dog called Fang after her father persuaded her to do it)
Andrea: Yeah, but that was a long time ago. Besides, we can take care of ourselves.
Jim: We don’t know what’s the mission yet.
Sharon: What baffles me is that; our dad is a Republic of Ireland citizen. Why would he want to rebel against the UK?
Caro: To fill up his time and get a name in the history books? He is a widow, you know.
Andrea: But I think it’s about helping the Irish in Northern Ireland whom are frequently harassed and teased for what they are, Irish. Also, It’s also to bring back the patriotic spirit that’s swiftly disappearing in the hearts of our younger generation.
Sharon: Andrea?
Andrea: Yes?
Sharon: Hush.
Andrea: Damn.
Jim: Sharon, do you have room for all of us?
Sharon: You don’t call this a 32-roomed mansion for nothing.
Jim: Right.
Sharon: Why did you ask?
Caro: Well, you couldn’t possibly ask us to go to Dublin AND back in, like, 5 hours!
Sharon: Actually, I can.
Andrea: Please! We swear we won’t come near your fridge…
Caro and Jim: Hey!
Sharon: Okay then, stay. But bedtime is strictly at eleven, except for me, of course.
Caro: (mumbles) Yeah, like she’s our mammy.
The next morning, The Corrs impatiently wait outside…
Jim: I could be sleeping right now
Caro: Hush! It’s only 9 right now.
Minutes later…
Sharon: Look at that lazy bum!
Jim was lying face down on Sharon’s porch.
Andrea: Someone’s coming!
Sharon: You mean the guy that has ‘Screw God’ all over his T-shirt?
Andrea: Yeah.
Sharon: Oh, that’s my neighbour. Has a gruesome record for inhumane murders. Released on the grounds of mental instability.
Caro: The kind of neighbourhood for you, that is. *bop* Ow!
Precisely at 10 a.m., a boy appears. He was wearing a black coat, just like the rebels.
Boy: Tis’ Sharon Corr’s residence?
Sharon: Yeah. Are you from our dad?
Boy: Um… who’s that?
Andrea: The rebel leader.
Boy: Oh, yeah. He’s got something for you. Top secret, says he.
Caro: Thanks for the delivery. Off you go now.
Sharon: Wait.
Sharon brought out a bar of chocolate. The smell was strong enough to wake Jim up.
Jim: FOOD!
Sharon: Here you go, for your help, your manners and being able to wake up so early in the morning
Boy: Thanks, ma’am.
Jim: MINE! MINE!
Jim got up to chase the boy, but was stopped by the girls.
Sharon: It was rightfully his.
Jim: But I’m awake too.
Caro: Oh really?
Andrea: How ‘bout before this?
Jim: (changing subject) Why don’t we go inside and take a look at the letter, hmm?
Once they were all seated comfortably in Sharon’s living room…
Andrea: Oh wow!
Sharon: Let me see! (reads, then gives the letter to Jim) May the Lord save us.
Caro: What’s it about?
Jim: Let me read. It says, “Good morning children. I believe that all of you would be awake to listen to what Jim has to say about this letter.” Wow, he was right! “As you know, this letter contains certain details of your mission, that is to Free Northern Ireland, so it would help if all of you pay great attention towards this letter. Firstly, you are all to go to Buckingham Palace. Sharon and Caroline, your mission is to pretend to work there as maids. There, you shall collect information related to our cause and protect Andrea.
Caro: Oh wow! As if we don’t protect her already. *bop* Ow!
Jim: “As for James, you are to be the Royal Butler. You will have direct access to the royal family, especially Prince Henry, and you will be fully trusted by them. You should also collect relevant information regarding our cause. Andrea, due to your superior genius, compared to your siblings, you shall be an advisor to the Queen Elizabeth III regarding matters of Northern Ireland. You will be leaving for London (you can’t object because we know you have nothing on) in a month’s time. Within the month before your departure to England, you shall be taught certain skills that would prove useful in the task ahead. Training date starts tomorrow. Your return date is yet to be confirmed. Best of luck. Your father.”
Andrea: I regret the day I said yes to this.
Jim: Me, a royal BUTLER?
Sharon: Actually, it’s not bad you know. At least you have the ‘royal’ in front. We’re ‘maids’.
Jim: Oh yeah, never thought of that. Heheheh! And I get to see how ‘interesting’ life could be for a bratty prince.
Andrea: I am a SUPERIOR genius compared to you all! Hehehe!
Caro: Oh, go and shoite. We all know that you’re daddy’s favourite kid.
Andrea: Oh well…
Sharon: Children, children, please!
Andy and Caro:
Jim: *Eh* Gals, there’s something else down here.
Sharon: What?
Jim: This message will self-destruct 5 seconds from now.
They looked at each other.
Corrs: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
Sharon: Not here! Not here!!!
Caro: JIM! Throw it outside!
Andrea: I’m gonna die!!!!!!!
5 seconds passed.
Sharon: Hey, I thought it said 5 seconds.
Andrea: Yeah, it’s way overdue!
Jim: There’s something else down here… it says, “Just joking ”.
They looked at each other.
Corrs: DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD!
Caro: I should have known this was another of his stupid jokes!
Sharon: Breathe! Breathe!
2 hours later, they are watching a Spanish tele-series called ‘Yo Soy Betty La Fea’ on Sharon’s cable. {I’m not sure what it means, but it has something to do with this Betty person being ugly, and I mean, real ugly}
Jim: Have you wondered how our lives will be if we were that ugly?
Caro: Yeah, lots of times.
Sharon: Yeah, we girls think a lot, you know. The most probable scenario will be this: We won’t become famous and you won’t have your share of women.
Jim: Hey!
Suddenly, Andrea chuckled. That chuckle quickly turned into a roar.
Jim: What’s wrong with her?
Sharon: She’s possessed!
Caro: Yeah, evil spirits prefer your house above others. *bop* Ow!
Andrea: (catching her breath) Oh… hehehe! Remember when you teased me with that mystery man? Hehehe! Imagine, the headlines of newspapers screaming out, “Andrea Corr Dates Her Own Father.” Hehehe hehehe hehehe!
Sharon and Caro looked at each other, then joined Andrea’s laughter.
Jim: (dumbfounded) Hello, am I missing out on something?
They spent the rest of the rainy day lazing around Sharon’s house, not knowing what to do. There were occasional people wearing black suits passing by Sharon’s house, but they had nothing to do with the rebels.
Jim: I...hate...rainy...days!
Finally, Gavin comes home. Sharon gets up to answer the door while the rest hid.
Sharon: Hi love. How’s the case today?
Gavin: Good, I’m in the mood for some serious bedtime action today.
Andrea: (somewhere in the house) Too much information, Gavin!
Gavin: Did I just say that out loud?
Sharon: Uh-huh.
Gavin: What…is Andrea doing here?
Caro: (somewhere in the house) Hey, don’t forget Jim and me.
Gavin: What are your SIBLINGS doing here? I thought they would be gone by now!
Sharon: Well… it’s this…
Jim: (somewhere in the house) We’re gonna be spies!
Gavin: WHAT?!
Sharon: I’ll explain later.
Jim: (somewhere in the house) Explain now!
Sharon: This is getting to confusing. GUYS, COME OUT NOW, WHEREVER YOU ARE!
Immediately, Jim’s head popped out from an adjoining room. Caro’s head popped up below his and Andrea’s head popped out below Caro.
Andrea: Damn, I hate being short!
Caro: Yes mammy, anything wrong?
Sharon: Just…go…into…the…living room. I’m sorry Gavin, not tonight.
Jim: Awww…poor Gavin!
Sharon: Just ignore them.
Gavin: Are you really gonna be spies?
Sharon: Yea. I’ll tell you all about it later.
Gavin: Okay, I’ll be in my room.
Sharon: I promise I’ll make it up to you.
Other 3: Oooooh!
Sharon: Shut up!
Soon it was nighttime. As Sharon entered her room, the rest eavesdropped on her and Gavin’s conversation.
Gavin: So, what’s this about the spy thing?
Sharon: Oh, a rebel leader wanted us to become spies. He wanted to free Northern Ireland from the clutches of UK.
Gavin: It’s about time! Who’s the guy?
Sharon: (nonchalantly) My dad.
Gavin: You’re joking.
Sharon: Nuh-uh. I’m serious.
Gavin: What’s it about?
Sharon: We have to go for some training tomorrow. We’ll leave in a month’s time.
Gavin: Can I come?
Sharon: I dunno. But I’m not supposed to tell you. It’s top secret.
Gavin: Oh, okay.
There’s silence for a while.
Gavin: Sharon?
Sharon: Hmmm…
Gavin: Are you sure you don’t wanna do it?
Andrea: This is bound to be interesting.
Sharon: *shuffle* I wanna. But what if they hear any sounds. You know, you wake a neighbourhood when we’re doing it.
Gavin: Where are they sleeping?
Sharon: Umm… the rooms next to us.
Gavin: What! This is a 32-roomed mansion and you gave them rooms next to us?!
Sharon: I’m sorry. But even if they’re not next to us, they’ll be eavesdropping for sure.
Jim: Wow, correct sis! Way to go.
Andy and Caro: Shhhh!
Gavin: Never mind. Come here.
Caro: Hmph…that was short.
Jim: Let’s sleep already. We have a long day ahead.
The next morning…
*fweeeeeeeeeeeeet*
Jim: I HATE HATE HATE it when you do that!
Andrea: (standing near Jim with her tin whistle) I know. Nothing like an annoying wake up call, eh bro?
Jim: What time is it?
Andrea: Eleven a.m. Hurry up and get dressed. Training is at twelve.
Jim: How do you know?
Andrea: I’ve got my sources. Just hurry and get downstairs.
Andrea left the room and left Jim to get ready. Meanwhile, Caro was calling Frank while Sharon did phone charades.
Caro: Hi Frank! (Sharon waves, grinning) Yeah, sorry. I still have to stay here for a while. (Sharon pouting then sits down) Where am I? (Sharon looking confused) I’m at Sharon’s house. (Sharon plays an imaginary violin then puts both hands together like a house) Are you drunk? (Swaying from side to side, holding her vase like a bottle) You’re on drugs?! (Injecting herself, pupils dilating) Thank God you’re kidding. (Puts her hands together in prayer and doing a jig like a kid) The rest? (Sharon looks confused coz’ she doesn’t know how to act that out) Andrea’s trying to wake Jim up. (Sharon playing an imaginary tin whistle, then shakes something and plays an imaginary guitar) Sharon is behind me doing phone charades. *bop* Ow! Yeah, that was Sharon hitting me on the head. (Violin playing and a bop) Yeah, I know. (Light bulb) I'm still not sure about our relationship.(Sharon grunting) Yeah, sorry to wake you so early. (Shakespere's 'sorry' stance) Bye. (Waving, pouting)
Caro puts down the phone.
Caro: What was that about?
Sharon: What was?
Caro: The phone charades thing.
Sharon: You guys do it all the time, so I decided to do so too. It’s kinda fun, you know.
Caro: Wouldn’t I know? I’m the genius at it.
Sharon: Yeah, right.
Caro: This is taking too much time. Fast forward to training session.
Sharon: Excuse me?
A vortex appeared and suddenly, they were standing together with Jim and Andrea in the rebel headquarters.
Caro: Hey, it really worked!
Sharon: I need a ciggy, badly.
Gerry: Finally, you’re all here. Okay, Andrea you come with me. The other 3 please follow Mr. Jinks.
Jim: Does that remind you of something?
Caro: Oh yea, greatly. Mr. Jinks the paddle.
Andrea leaves with Gerry while a tall, bulky black man led the rest to another room.
Andrea: What are we doing here, papa?
They were in a library. Not just any library, but one filled with top-secret information.
Gerry: You remember don’t you, the task that has been put on your shoulders?
Andrea: Yes, I remember.
Gerry: To actually be ready for that, you’ll be spending your whole month here reading on things you have to know for your duty.
Andrea: WHAAAAAT?!
Meanwhile…
Caro: COOL!
Mr. Jinks brought them to an armoury. There, all sorts of weapons can be found; from knives and clubs to bazookas.
Jim: Ahhh, my kind of place.
Sharon: What are we going to do with all this?
Caro: Yeah, as much as I would like to own these things, I don’t wanna be a murderer.
Mr. Jinks: Don’t worry, you’ll only be carrying one H&K .45 Tactical each. (those who play Counter Strike know what I’m talking about)
Jim: Let me guess, it has a silencer.
Mr. Jinks: Correct. So that it won’t reveal any shooting. Besides weapons, you will also be taught martial arts skill that would prove helpful later.
Jim: I won’t need that, I learned martial arts before this.
Mr. Jinks: Oh really? Wait til’ you get a taste of what WE call martial arts…
Sharon: I don’t think I like the sound of this…
Mr. Jinks: Start simulation of teakwon-do.
Suddenly there were a group of teakwon-doists performing teakwon-do acts.
Mr. Jinks: Jim, you may step into the podium now.
Jim: This is gonna be easy.
Jim got dressed in a protective suit and went to fight a skinny looking woman. He tried a few kicks but the girl was too fast for him. Suddenly she jumped up, and everything became slow motioned.
Sharon and Caro: (in slow motion) Whoa!
Time returned to normal and gave a surprised Jim a kick on the head.
Sharon and Caro: Whoa!
Jim: I give up!
Woman: C’mon, teakwon-doists never give up. Give me your best shot.
Jim: No! *pant* You’re too good. I was wrong.
Mr. Jinks: Finally, he realizes.
Sharon: So, we’re gonna be taught how to do that?
Mr. Jinks: Pretty much.
2 weeks later…
Andrea: (while reading) God, I’m so bored!
Meanwhile…
Sharon: (jumping up 5 metres into the air) Hey, this is fun!
Caro: Yeah, we’re so lucky not having Andrea’s job. (kicking and punching a puppet with amazing speed)
Jim: Yeah, imagine the boredom. (shooting the target endlessly and perfectly right on target {duh!})
Another 2 weeks passed with amazing speed, and they were ready to go to London. They looked like the actors in Matrix with their black leather suits and sunglasses. Gerry and some of his rebel mates followed them to their private jet.
Gerry: Okay kids, from ‘ere on you’re alone.
Sharon: What an amazing prospect.
Gerry: I excuse the sarcasm, Sharon. Anyway, we discourage the use of violence, because you’re image could be tarnished and you will be hunted worldwide for murder.
Jim: I never thought of that.
Caro: I’m seriously not going now.
Andrea: Yeah, what if they found out who we are?
Gerry: Andrea, I trust that you all have enough sensibility to disguise yourselves.
Andrea: Right.
Gerry: Anyway, you’ll all be given this Memory-Swipe Control each. (handing out 4 metal sticks)
Jim: Hey dad, mind telling us what this thing does?
Gerry: Have you seen MIB?
Corrs: Yeah.
Andrea: Wait, let me guess. You set this timer thingy here and then you point this flashy thing near the eyes of the other guy then you press this button thingy on top, and the guy losses whatever memory he had in that duration of time that you previously set.
Gerry: Wow, she’s good.
Andrea: I know.
Gerry: Anyway, it’s 0300 hours right now...
Jim: *yawn* Please don’t remind me.
Gerry: ...and you’ll be arriving in London at 0400 hours. There, an insider will pick you up and tell you all you have to do while you’re there. All the best and good luck.
Corrs: Thanks.
They board the jet and leave the Emerald Isle for London.
Caro: I’m bored!
Andrea: (buried in a big book) Yeah, I know how you feel.
Sharon: So, Andrea, how does it feel like to spend a whole month in a library reading stuff you don’t wanna read?
Andrea: It feels like hell.
Jim: Wanna know what we did?
Caro: Shush...you know it’s top secret!
Andrea: (gets a goody two shoes look) Oh, come on, I’m your baby sister, Andrea! Can’t you even tell me?
Sharon: (firmly) No! I shall not have talk like this in my aircraft.
Jim: Aye aye, captain Sharon ma’am.
Sharon: Right. Now, what’s this? (pulling out tangled wires)
Andrea: No idea.
Caro: Hey, it’s the radio!
Jim: Hey, cool! What’s on?
Caro: Let’s see... first channel...hey! We’re on!
The other 3 Corrs put on their individual headsets and listen to Andrea singing ‘Irresistible’.
Andrea: Hey, that’s me!
Caro: Who else could it be, knucklehead!
Andrea: Stinky fish!
Caro: Dung bomb!
Andrea: Pot mouth!
Caro: Smoke chimney!
Andrea: Hey, that’s Sharon, not me!
Sharon: Children, children, please! (getting stares from Caroline and Andrea) And what’s this about calling me a smoke chimney? You’re all rotten chipmunks!
Caro: Sour gas!
Andrea: Hehehe, that’s how I’d describe the way Jim let’s out his gas.
Jim: Talking about gas, I’ve been saving this one for you. *thump, thump, thump, thump, thump*
Sharon: (gasping)How...could...you...do...this...to...us?
Caro: Air! AIR!
Andrea: And we can’t even run out this time!
Captain: (on the loudspeaker) PLEASE PUT ON YOUR OXYGEN MASKS! WE ARE BEING ATTACKED WITH AN UNKNOWN SUBSTANCE!
Sharon: Oh no, it’s just Jim’s gas.
The girls spent 15 minutes trying their best to breathe while Jim laughed the whole time.
Jim: Hahahaha! Oh, heheheh! You’re all so funny!
Sharon: (gasping) You wait, brother! A fate never before fallen on anyone else shall fall on you when we land.
Caro: Yeah… *cough, cough* …we’re armed with skills you know.
Jim: I can beat you anytime. Hahahahaha! Where’s my camera? This would be a good edition in the family album, you know! (searching his bag)
Andrea: Oh, no you don’t, brother! (bopping him on the head)
Jim: *bop* Ow! Okay, okay! No picture.
Sharon: Breathe, breathe!
Caro: Actually Sharon, that would be a bad idea...
20 minutes later, they landed safely in a desolate, forgotten stretch of runway in London.
Sharon: I don’t think anyone else knows about this place.
Andrea: Yeah, what if there was a spell put on this place? Like the stadium when the wizards and witches wanted to have the Quidditch World Cup but didn’t have a stadium big enough? Then they found one in London and put a spell on it so Muggles couldn’t enter? It could be like that, you know.
Caro: Exactly in which world are you residing right now?
Andrea: Oh, Harry Potter’s.
Jim: (sarcastic) Great!
The Corrs made their way out of the plane. Outside, a black limousine waited for them.
Jim: (knocking on the tinted windows) Hello?
Man: The Corrs? Welcome, please enter.
They boarded the limo. The man was quite polite and was telling them about the next stage and what they should do next. Andrea thought there was something familiar about him.
Andrea: Psst...Sharon! Does he look familiar somehow?
Sharon: No, I don’t believe I’ve seen him before.
Andrea: But...where have I seen him? ROBBIE!
Robbie: Hello, Andrea luv. I didn’t know it would take you so long to figure out who I was.
Caro: You’re Robbie Williams? As in Robbie Williams the singer?
Robbie: Yes, that’s what they call me and that’s my job.
Jim: (spazzing out) Can I have your autograph please!
Robbie: (looking at Jim weirdly) I’m sure that can be arranged. But first, we need to get you to the Buckingham Palace. Oh yeah, you’ll be staying at my place throughout the mission.
Andrea: So, Robbie, what are you doing here?
Robbie: Helping out.
Sharon: But you’re British. So you’re kinda like, our enemy.
Robbie: Please, my sweet Irish rose, don’t get me wrong. It hurts me to see people dying because of violence that could be avoided altogether. But the English authorities fail to see this as they put money way above human lives. So I don’t mind helping out. {Author’s note: To all Brits out there, I have nothing against you or the royal family of Britain. This is just a story}
Sharon: (whispering) Andrea, when you went out with him, was he always like this?
Andrea: Uh-huh.
Caro: He’s awfully ‘charming’ though on the telly. Oh, and Sharon, don’t forget you’re married to Gavin.
Sharon: Oh shush!
It was a 15-minute drive to Robbie’s house, where they changed into their official work suits. There was also a portal that linked his house to the palace.
Sharon: Wow!
Andrea: Is it just me or is this getting stranger and stranger?
Jim: It isn’t you.
Caro: It’s getting to be more like that show. What’s its name again?
Jim: The Matrix.
Caro: Yeah.
Andrea: So Robbie, what do we do now?
Robbie: Just step into the green light and you’ll be transported to the laundry room of the Buckingham Palace.
Caro: This is so awfully Irish.
Sharon: But, what if someone’s there?
Robbie: Work starts strictly at 0500 hours. It’s only (looks at his digital watch) 0430 hours now. You’ll make it just in time. Does everybody have all the equipment, especially the map?
Corrs: Yep.
Jim: Right. Thanks again, Robbie.
Robbie: Anytime. Just step right here…
The Corrs stepped into the green light when they suddenly felt a jerk and a rush of air. Suddenly, they were standing in a dark room.
Caro: Whoa, that was better than sex!
Sharon: Please! Sex is so much more…exhilarating.
Jim: Ah…sex from a girl’s point of view. Interesting.
Sharon: Woman, Jim.
Andrea: Hey, what about our accent?
Jim: Yeah, what about it?
Andrea: If we’re working under the Queen of England then we obviously have to talk like a Brit.
They looked at each other.
Sharon: Hmmm…never thought of that.
Caro: What do we do?
Jim: Talk like Robbie, I suppose.
So, they spent the next half hour trying to perfect their slang.
Sharon: Oh shoite! I’m so used to our native slang!
Andrea: You know what, let’s all pretend we have sore throats.
Caro: Yeah, talking like a Londoner is futile. Jim, what are you doing?
Jim: (British slang) How are you girls doing this morning?
Sharon: Omigawd! You did it!
Jim: Thank you. Now, for the disguises…
Jim opened a separate bag. He took out a fake moustache that had curls at ends, 4 pairs of glasses, 3 wigs, and a suntan lotion.
Andrea: Yay! I’m taking these. (choosing an oval pair of glasses and an awfully straight wig)
Caro: Hey, I had dibs on those glasses! Oh well, I’ll just grab these then. (taking a rectangle pair of glasses and an extremely curly wig)
Sharon: YES! Wavy hair! I’ve fallen in love with them ever since All The Love In The World. (taking a pair of rectangle glasses and the wavy wig)
Caro: Okay, that’s all settled with. Jim, why aren’t you wearing your disguises?
Jim: There…is…no…way…I’m…wearing…that…moustache. (Jim is goatee-less at this time)
Sharon: Oh, c’mon! It ain’t gonna hurt!
Jim: Oh yeah? It’ll hurt my pride.
Andrea: Oh please!
Sharon: There, just a paste here and a paste there…here, look in the mirror.
Jim: No!
Andrea and Caroline look at Jim. They snort then double up in laughter.
Andrea: Hahahahahahahaha! Omigawd!
Sharon: *chuckle* Oh, it’s not that bad.
Caro: Yes it is. Hehehehe.
Jim: :mad turning red) Shut up, all of you!
Sharon: And what would you do if we don’t?
Jim: I’ll do this! (taking out the Memory-Swipe stick and pressed the button towards the girls)
Not long later…
Sharon: Umm…Andrea, where am I?
It took Jim another 5 minutes to tell the girls the situation they’re in.
Jim: So there. Understand?
Sharon: Yessir, captain sir!
Caro: Here's a *bop* for your misdeed!
Jim: Ow!
Andrea: Okay, let’s apply the suntan lotion. We can’t look too pale.
Sharon: Agreed. Let’s do that first.
After applying the lotion..
Sharon: We’re ready, aren’t we?
Jim: I suppose.
Caro: Actually, this is taking way too much time. Fast-forward 3 days after today, at night.
Andrea and Jim: Excuse me?
Sharon: Oh, not again…
The girls found themselves at Robbie’s house, wearing lavish nightgowns, no doubt bought by Robbie. Jim was nowhere to be found.
Andrea: What happened?
Sharon: It’s a long story.
*knock, knock*
Caro: Where are we again?
Andrea: At Robbie’s house.
Caro: Ahhh…
The knocks became more urgent. Caro and Andrea looked at Sharon.
Sharon: Fine! Coming.
She opened the door and found Robbie standing in front of the doorway with 3 bouquets of roses.
Robbie: Hello. My, you look beautiful.
Sharon: (blushing) Thank you. Girls, come here.
Caro: What’s all this…omigawd, it’s so sweet of you, Robbie!
Andrea: Wait, are these for us?
Robbie: Yes, but they’re not from me, they’re from your dad. It’s a complementary gift for your success in finding good information. Oh yeah, you’re returning home 2 days from now. The information is enough but we still need one more important detail. You’ll find out later. So, I’ll make my way out now because I believe you girls will need the sleep.
Caro: Wait, this may sound strange, but have you seen Jim?
Robbie: But, you just wished him goodnight like, 5 minutes ago!
Sharon: Trust me, it’s a long story…
Andrea: That you wouldn’t want to hear.
Robbie: He’s downstairs watching the telly.
Caro: Kay, thanks!
The girls made their way downstairs and saw Jim looking bewildered.
Caro: Hey Jim!
Jim: Someone mind telling me what actually happened just now?
Andrea: Yeah, one minute we’re at the palace, and the next minute, we’re in nightgowns.
Caro: Our dear writer is running out of ideas, so she decided to forward time. I’m her time-forwarding messenger.
Jim: Writer?
Caro: It’s another long story.
Jim: Right. I’m going to bed.
Sharon: So are we. See ya tomorrow.
Jim: Night, gals.
Girls: Night Jim.
The next morning, they stepped back into the portal for the palace. They then went to their respective work areas.
Sharon: Right. What are we doing in the kitchen again?
Caro: To do whatever they ask us to do.
Chief cook: Are you the new maids?
Sharon and Caro: Yes.
Chief cook: Great! Please follow me.
Sharon and Caroline followed the woman to a table filled with pigs, chicken, cows, goats, fish and all sorts of edible animals.
Sharon: Are we supposed to cook these?
Chief cook: Oh, no, no! That’s my job.
Caro: Umm…what are we doing here, then?
Chief cook: You are to clean all the animals of their insides. Make sure it’s ready one hour from now. (she leaves)
Sharon: All this?!
Caro: Well, I’d be damned!
Meanwhile…
Jim: (English accent) What can I do for you, sire?
Prince Henry: James, can you play chess with me?
Jim: I’m sorry, Your Majesty, I cannot. It is against the order of Her Royal Highness the Queen.
Prince Henry: Can you please drop the ‘Your Majesty’ thing? Don’t you feel awkward calling someone who is just as human as you are ‘Your Majesty’ or ‘sire’ all the time?
Jim: If you put it that way Henry, let’s play chess.
Prince Henry: That’s more like it!
Meanwhile…
Andrea: But, Your Majesty…
Queen: No buts! I will have it done!
PM Tony Blair: But, Your Majesty, Miss Angela (Andrea) is right. We can’t possibly put Northern Ireland under our rule even though their government cannot stand on its own now.
Queen: Well, we can’t possibly give them independence! Then, Scotland and Wales will follow suit. What will happen to the United Kingdom?
Tony Blair: But, Your Majesty, it is a type of colonialism. It’s also against our foreign policy.
Queen: I don’t care! In fact, that is what I intend to do, to put United Kingdom under our rule once and for all.
Tony Blair: But, Your Highness…
Andrea: Please, if I may speak. Your Majesty, putting Northern Ireland under your rule will be a major violation of the UN treaty. America and the rest of the world will not agree and you risk having your own country under economic colonialism, Your Majesty. You could be forced to dethrone and even be put under exile. It is really advisable not to.
Queen: Perhaps you’re right. You’re all excused. We shall talk further about this tomorrow.
All: Thank you, Your Majesty. (bows and leaves)
Outside the Queen’s royal chamber…
Tony Blair: Phew, that was close.
Andrea: Why do you say that?
Tony Blair: We couldn’t risk it and it’ll be very hard for us to convince her unless it’s about her throne.
Andrea: Oh really?
Tony Blair: Didn’t you know? Anyway, it wouldn’t really happen, right?
Andrea: Oh, don’t worry. I was just crapping.
Tony Blair: That’s a relief.
Meanwhile…
Jim: So, Henry, what do you think about the United Kingdom? (moving his pawn)
Prince Henry: I must confess, I haven’t thought of that. (moving his rook) Why do you ask?
Jim: (moving his queen) I was just curious. Your move.
Prince Henry: Patience is the name of this game, my friend.
Later that day, in front of the portal…
Andrea: Did you know? The queen wanted to rule Northern Ireland.
Sharon: Why, that’s outrageous!
Caroline: If it is to be like that, then dad’s plan will backfire greatly.
Jim: So, how was your day, Shazz, Cazz?
Sharon: Horrible.
Caro: Terrible.
Jim: What happened?
Andrea: Oooh! Let me guess. You guys were on kitchen duty and you had to do something really disgusting there.
Caro: Close enough.
Andrea: I’m close enough, for the first time! Oh, the horror! (pretending to strangle herself and die)
Sharon: It wasn’t disgusting, it was atrocious!
Jim: Whoa, what happened?
Caro: Should we tell them?
Sharon: Yea.
Caro: Okay. Sharon and I had to serve the royal family lunch.
Andrea: What’s so bad about that?
Caro: Before that, we had to clean up the animals.
Sharon: As in, butchery…
Caro: We had to clean their intestines, and their gills, and their blood…
Sharon: A grand total of 5 cows, 5 goats, 10 chicken, 4 ducks, 7 turkeys, 15 fishes, all of different types, 10 crabs and 5 lobsters.
Jim: Sounds *chuckle* interesting!
Andrea: I think I’m gonna be sick.
Sharon: Oh, you’re not alone. While the chef went away for a while, we both barfed into the chicken soup, one made especially for the queen.
Andrea: WHAAAAT?!
Caro: Well, it was the only place besides the floor!
Sharon: Anyway, the queen didn’t find out and started drinking the soup. She actually enjoyed it!
Jim: Heheheh, the soup should be named Irish Barf.
Caro: Hey, cool name!
Andrea: I seriously need a toilet! (rushed down the corridor)
Caro: Should we wait or not?
Sharon: I think we should. It was really mean of us to do that to her though.
Jim: It’s Andrea you’re talking about. We, as elders, have a responsibility to do this kind of things to our lil’ sister.
Sharon: Oh yea, I forgot.
Andrea returns, looking pale under the suntan.
Caro: You really threw up?
Andrea: What do you think?
Jim: I think you did the toilet serious damage.
Andrea: Well, you’re right. So let’s go.
Suddenly, a white glow appeared in front of the portal. It was Jean.
Andrea: *sob* Ma, is that really you?
Jean: Yes, Andrea, it’s me, rather, my soul.
Sharon: Omigawd! Ma, I missed you! (starts to get tears in her eyes)
Jean: I know. I see it every night in your dreams. Now, I really know there isn’t a mystery man who goes clutching your breasts in your sleep.
Andrea: *sob* Hehehe…
Jim: (holding back his emotions) So, mammy, why are you here?
Jean: Don’t you want me here, Jim?
Jim: It’s not…
Jean: Don’t worry, I know you missed me more than the rest, except maybe Andrea.
Jim: *sob* You’re right.
Caro: *sob* Mammy, are you in heaven?
Jean: Yes, I am, dear. You’ll join me too, but much, much later. I’m here to warn you.
Sharon: About what?
Jean: I’m not sure. But I know something bad will happen to you if you stay. Please listen to me and return to Ireland.
Jim: How ‘bout the mission?
Jean: You’ll have to go against your father this time. It’s for your own good. I don’t have much time left. Soon, I’ll have to leave.
Andrea: Mammy, *sob* will you come and see us again?
Jean: (smiling) We’ll see about that, dear. Goodbye, my sweet loves!
Jean’s soul glowed bright white then disappeared.
Caro: Did that really happen?
Sharon: I’m not sure about anything now.
Jim: *sob* *sob*
Andrea: Question is, what do we do now?
Sharon: That can be discussed later. Now, we head home.
Caro: Wow, you’re beginning to call Robbie’s house home!
Sharon: Oh please!
They step into the portal and arrive at Robbie’s place. Robbie was wearing a tuxedo and looked ready to go out.
Robbie: Finally, you’re here. I’m going out with my super-model girlfriend. Take care of the house. I’ll be home real late, so don’t wait for me.
He went out and drove off his beautiful, custom made, white Ferrari.
Jim: That was quick.
Sharon: Oooooh! I love that white Ferrari. When we reach Ireland, I’ll make sure I have one custom made just like his!
Caro: Don’t. The tabloids will get ideas. In fact, I think we’re getting ideas as well. *bop* Ow!
Andrea: Speaking about Ireland, are we going home or what?
Jim: Frankly, I don’t know what to do.
Caro: Hehehe…Frank. (starts to get delirious but changes the subject after getting gargantuan stares from her siblings) But, you can’t dismiss mom’s appearance.
Sharon: But what about the mission?
Andrea: I guess we’ll have to abort it then.
Jim: No, we don’t have to abort it.
Sharon: What do you mean?
Jim: We just have to arm ourselves and watch our backs. It’s just one last day. No harm will befall us. C’mon!
Sharon: (a little too hurriedly) I totally agree with Jim.
Caro: Is it just because of the mission or is it because of Robbie? *bop* Ow!
Sharon: Caro, I’m married!
Andrea: I’m getting mixed feelings about this mission.
Jim: Don’t worry, Andrea. I’ll watch your back. Besides, I’m the chief of this mission and I order thee to stay!
Andrea: Yes sirrr! No problem sirrr!
Jim: Good! Dismissed!
The girls marched out of the living room and entered their room.
Caro: Darn, why did dad make Jim the leader?
Sharon: Who do you propose to become the chief, then?
Caro: Someone like me would do the job well.
Sharon: Show off!
Caro:
Sharon: Hey, look at Andrea.
Caro: Why is she crouching in that corner?
Sharon: I think she’s praying.
Caro: That shows how worried she is about tomorrow.
Sharon: Let’s join in her prayer.
Sharon and Caro went to the place Andrea was praying and prayed beside her.
Andrea: (opening her eyes and looking at Shazz and Cazz) Hmm…
The next morning…
Jim: Guns.
Girls: Check.
Jim: Check. Memory-Swipes?
Girls: Check.
Jim: Check. Okay, let’s go. See ya, Robbie!
Robbie: Yeah, take care.
Jim told Robbie earlier about their mother’s appearance. Though Robbie was sceptical, he was worried that someone knew what they were doing. The Corrs stepped into the green portal and arrived at the palace.
Jim: Okay. So here’s the plan. Shazz and Cazz, you’re going to be here (pointing towards the royal library) and cover Andrea while she’s there. I will be at the royal gallery in time for Andrea’s meet with the Queen, just in case anything happens.
Andrea: Hehehe, me personal bodyguards.
Sharon: Oh, shush already!
Jim: Anyway, Shazz and Cazz, you’re gonna be in the hall while Andrea and I are in the gallery. So if anything happens, we’ll be able to alert you and get a quick get away. Everybody clear?
Girls: Yessir!
Jim: Good. Everyone to their places.
Girls: Yessir!
Sharon: Andrea, you’re coming with us.
The girls made their way to the library while Jim disappeared into a room…
Andrea: Sometimes I just hate the library.
Sharon: Oh, c’mon! It’s good for your brains.
Andrea: Too much will kill it.
Sharon: Hehehe. (looking up and becoming shocked) Cazz, what do you think you’re doing!
Andrea: Wha…I’ve gotta be dreaming. *thump* {Andrea fainted}
Caro: (jumping 10 metres and giving flying kicks) What?! There’s nobody here!
Sharon: What if someone decides to drop by?
Just then…
Jim: (opening the library door) Hi gals. (shocked) Cazz! Get down from there!
Sharon: See what I mean?
Caro: Okay, okay!
Jim: What happened to Andrea?
Sharon: She passed out.
Jim: Well…(looking at his sisters) do something!
Sharon and Caro: WHAT?
Jim: Oh, never mind!
Soon enough…
Andrea: Wha…what happened?
Sharon: You fainted.
Andrea: Did I actually see Caroline flying?
Jim: (calmly) No, you didn’t.
Caro: Yeah. Must be those books you read.
Andrea: But, they’re all about facts!
Sharon: It doesn’t matter. You’ve gotta read more books, Cazz and I have gotta dust these shelves and Jim has to… Jim, whatcha doin’ here?
Jim: Thought you’d never ask. I just came to pester you.
Caro: (sarcastic) Wow, what an interesting job!
Jim: Trust me, it is.
The girls stared at him.
Jim: What?!
Andrea: Jim, go back to Prince Henry.
Jim: Okay, okay.
Jim goes out the door. The girls continue with their tasks.
Sharon: Sometimes, I just don’t know who’s elder…
Caro: Physically, Jim is, but mentally, I guess you are.
Andrea: (head buried in a book) Hey, do you know that Catholics in Northern Ireland are severely oppressed?
Sharon: I don’t think so. Does the book say so?
Andrea: Well, it does say that their houses get raided and they never get enough peace.
Sharon: Oooh, I guess my guards scared them away.
Caro: Just imagine if they found out what we are doing.
The girls shuddered.
Sharon: No more Belfast.
Caro: No more dignity.
Andrea: No more fame.
Sharon: Andrea, you gotta be kidding! No fame! You’ll be more famous than ever!
Andrea: (thinking, then says) Yea, you’re right! So, I guess this job’s okay.
Sharon and Caroline stared at Andrea.
Andrea: Okay, okay! (whispering) Sheesh, it’s tough being the youngest.
The girls continued doing their work. Meanwhile…
Jim: It’s time to get dressed up, Henry. We don’t wanna be late. Your grandmother’s waiting.
Henry: I’ve never called her grandma before. Always, Queen, Your Royal Highness…{P.S.: not sure about this, at all. }
Jim: It must be very lonely being a prince. (getting a sympathizing look on his face)
Henry: Yeah, it is. Many people think that being royalty is cool, but it’s not. The only friends I have are the royal servants. Wanna know who my best friend is?
Jim: Yeah, sure, why not?
Henry: It’s you!
Jim: I’m really honoured, Your Highness.
Henry: How many times…
Jim: (laughing the hearty Irish laughter) Yes, yes, Henry. I was just teasing you.
Henry: You sound a little Irish.
Jim: Er… my grandparents are Irish.
Henry: Oh I see.
Half an hour later…
Andrea: Time to meet the Queen!
Sharon: (sarcastic) Oh joy!
Andrea: It is. After this, it’s home sweet home for us.
Sharon: Yes, I really miss Ireland.
Caro: Well, so far, mammy’s prophecy didn’t come true.
Sharon: I have a bad feeling about all this…
Caro: As if you didn’t have them earlier!
Andrea: Shazz! Cazz! We really must go now!
Sharon: Whatever you say, mademoiselle.
Caro: Please do lead the way.
They made their way to the Royal Gallery. They met Jim at the entrance.
Jim: Girls! Where’ve you been?
Sharon: Oh, Cazz was just going on and on about mammy’s prophesy…
Caro: And Shazz was going on and on about how worried she was…
Andrea: Enough already! (Shazz and Cazz immediately kept quiet) Jim, where’s the queen?
Jim: She’s on her way. Got a little ‘delay’, if you know what I mean.
Andrea: Yeah, sure. Shall we go in?
Jim: Yes me lady. Take my hand…
Jim escorted Andrea into the royal gallery while Sharon and Caro were still staring and sending bolts of lightning via the eyes to each other. After 5 minutes…
Sharon: (shaking her head) This is just silly!
Caro: Yes, I think so too.
Sharon: So, (putting out her hand) sisters?
Caro: (smiling broadly) Sisters!
Meanwhile…
Andrea: (nervously)Jim, what do I do now?
Jim: Just stay calm. Pretend like everything’s fine.
Andrea: Where are you gonna be?
Jim: I’ll be in that corner over there.
Andrea: What if I just mess up? What if…
Jim: Andrea, don’t worry! This is our last day here. If anything goes wrong, we’ll be on our next flight home.
Tony Blair: (shouting) Hey, Angela!
Andrea: (not noticing Mr Blair’s flailing arms) And Jim…
Tony Blair: (behind Andrea) Angela! Didn’t you hear me call?
Jim: Umm…behind you…
Andrea: Eh, wha…(turning around) OH…hi Mr Blair!
Tony: Tony, please! And, who’s this gentleman over here?
Jim: I’m James, sir, the royal butler.
Tony: I see. Pleased to meet you, James. Shall we go now, Angela?
Andrea: Yes, let’s. See you later, (mockingly) James.
James: See you later, (mockingly) Angela.
Jim went to his corner and kept an eye on Andrea. Suddenly, he sees a very beautiful woman. Eyes goggling, he followed her. Meanwhile, Sharon and Caro were playing ‘Slap the Fish’.
Sharon: (slapping Caro’s ‘fish’ Aha! Gotcha!
Caro: It’s not over yet! (attempting to slap Sharon’s ‘fish’
Sharon: Oh, no you don’t! (slapping Caro’s ‘fish’
Caro: Aggh! Shoite!
Sharon: C’mon! Admit I’m the slap fish champion!
Caro: Never!
Suddenly, they hear trumpets and shuffling of feet.
Caro: Oh no! She’s here!
Sharon: Okay! Let’s all keep calm! What are we supposed to do now?
Caro: (freaking out) OMIGAWD! OMIGAWD! Aaaaaaaaaaaaagggggghhhhhhhh!
Sharon: Cazz! You’re not helping!
Caro: Agggh!
Sharon: No…good…sister…Okay, think Sharon…okay we’ve gotta clean these ornaments.
Caro: Okay! Okay! I have to keep calm!
Sharon: Geez Caro! You sound like you’re in child labour!
Caro: Okay, give me that cloth.
Sharon: Okay, just be calm. Can you promise me that?
Caro: I’ll try. Just gimme the cloth!
Sharon: (chuckle) Okay…
Sharon and Caro started pretending to clean the ornaments.
Page: (in a very pompous voice) Announcing the arrival of Her Royal Majesty the Queen!
Sharon: Now Cazz; drop the cloth, turn and face the front, and bow when she comes. Can you do that?
Caro: Dear sis?
Sharon: Hmm?
Caro: Hush please. I’m not 3.
Sharon: (whispering to herself) Sometimes I think you are.
Caro: What did you say?
Sharon: Oh, nothing! Nothing at all!
Caro: Oh, here she comes!
They bowed while the queen went into the gallery. Meanwhile…
Tony Blair: blab, blab, blab, blab…
Andrea: :rolleyes bored) Yes, I agree… (hears the trumpets) Oh, here comes the queen!
Tony Blair: Oh, okay.
Everybody stood up. Meanwhile…
Jim: Hey there.
Girl: Hello sir, what can I do for you?
Jim: (his most charming voice) Rather, what can I do to make you love me?
Girl: Eek!
Jim: What’s wrong, beautiful one?
Prince Henry comes walking by
Girl: Prince Henry! My love! This man is trying to violate me!
Jim: Violate! Surely not…
Prince Henry: My friend, I trusted you but you betrayed me. How could you do this?
Jim: She’s your girlfriend? But, Henry, I didn’t know…
Prince Henry: Enough talk! Guards, arrest this man!
Jim: I hate to do this, but.. *flash*
Prince Henry: Wha…James, what is going on?
Jim: I’m sorry, my prince. See you again, if I can. Goodbye.
Prince Henry: But where are you going?
Jim: Wherever this life takes me to.
Jim ran while the guards were in hot pursuit.
Tony: Angela, isn’t that James?
Andrea: (talking to another person) Yes…
Tony: Angela!
Andrea: Yes, what is it?
Tony: Isn’t that James? (pointing at Jim, with 2 guards behind him)
Andrea: (alarmed) Where?!
Tony: There. Wait, Angela, where are you going?
Andrea: Goodbye Tony! I never really liked you anyway!
Tony: Wha…guards, after her!
Queen: What’s going on in here? I demand an explanation!
Andrea: (while running) Oh yea, here’s a present from me! *flash*
Queen: Em…what happened?
So now there were 4 guards chasing Jim and Andrea.
Sharon: (Andrea, Jim and 4 guards zooming past her) Did I just see 4 guards chasing Jim and Andrea?
Caro: Yes, I guess so.
Sharon: Let’s run after them!
Caro: *pant* Should…we…use… the…guns?
Sharon: *pant* I forgot about them! I guess we should!
Caro: (taking out her gun) Time for action, baby! (pressing the trigger) Shoite, I didn’t load them!
Sharon: (sarcastic) Great going Cazz. Now look at me. (taking out her gun and pressing the trigger) Darn, mine’s not loaded too!
Caro: Oh well…let’s just chase after them, then.
Sharon: Wait…(shouting) Jim, use your gun!
Jim: Wha…oh. (taking out his gun and pressing the trigger) Damn! It’s not loaded!
Andrea: Please, please tell me I’m dreaming!
Jim: As much as I would like to say that, I can’t. You’re not dreaming.
Andrea: Oh, man! And how come you have guns?
Jim: Let’s just say it was a little gift from papa to protect you.
Andrea: But…
Jim: Andrea, please let’s concentrate on the matter at hand!
Andrea: Alright then. How much further?
Jim: Not very far.
Sharon: Guys! I called Robbie! He has everything ready! It’s just a matter of taking the portal and boarding the plane.
Jim: Quick, into the laundry room!
The Corrs quickly ran into the laundry room, the guards still following. The laundry maids were squealing in fright.
Jim: Everybody have your memory swipes?
Other 3: Yeah!
Jim: Let’s do it!
They all ran into the portal, except Jim. He waited for the guards to arrive.
Jim: Hmph...so much for sisters.
Guard #1: You can’t go anywhere now!
Jim: Oh yes, I can. I was just waiting for you. Heads up!
Jim flashed his memory swipe at each an every person in the laundry room.
Jim: Toodle-loo!
Jim then stepped into the portal and arrived at Robbie’s house.
Andrea: Jim, what took you so long?
Jim: You forgot to take them off their memories. I had to do it by myself.
Caro: Sorry, bro. Was in a real big hurry.
Jim: Em…where’s Sharon?
Andrea: She’s up front with Robbie, loading her stuff into his car.
Caro: C’mon! Let’s grab our stuff and get the hell out of here!
Jim: Trust me, I’d love to.
In 15 minutes time, they were all saying their goodbyes to Robbie.
Sharon: Goodbye Robbie. We’ll miss you.
Andrea: I second that.
Caro: Me too. (in a whisper to Sharon) But we sure know who’d miss you the most… *bop* OW!
Jim: It was nice working with you, Robbie.
Robbie: Thanks for all the compliments…
Pilot: Guys, it’s time to go.
Robbie: I guess you gotta go now. I’ll miss all of you too.
Corrs: Goodbye Robbie!
Robbie: (sadly) Goodbye.
On the plane…
Caro: (on the phone) Yes Frank, everything’s fine. (Andrea putting a thumbs-up sign) Yes, it all went well. (Andrea mouthing ‘can’t you think of anything better to say?’ Yeah, I think we’re gonna be alright. (Andrea singing ‘you’re gonna be just fine’ Yes, I mean our relationship. ( Andrea gasps and hugs Caro) Andrea was just hugging me in happiness. (Andrea playing an imaginary tin whistle, then hugs herself, grinning away) And…
Sharon: So, what do you think about Prince Henry?
Jim: He was not a brat. Not at all what I thought him to be.
Sharon: Oh really?
Jim: Uh-huh. He didn’t wanted to be called a prince or those high and mighty titles royalties have. He said all humans are the same.
Sharon: Not bad for a future king. So, what made you run from the palace?
Jim: (thinking) To tell or not to tell…
Andrea: Sharon, you should know by now! I’d bet you my platforms that it was because of a girl.
Sharon: Is Andrea right?
Jim: (turning red) Yes. I was accused of violating her, but I didn’t! Honest!
Sharon: It’s alright. I guess we forgive you. Hmm…I wonder how the people in the palace are doing…
Back at the palace…
Guard #3: Em…what are we doing here?
-The End-