In which five pals sleep in a castle, eat rotten avocados, and journey into the unknown... (Part II)

OK, finally. I apologize for the delay in writing this long anticipated blog my friends! Make sure to check out Part I (https://ckcafestudios.wixsite.com/mysite/post/in-which-five-pals-sleep-in-a-castle-eat-rotton-avacados-and-journey-to-the-unknown-part-i) before reading this!

Mags drove Frank Sinatra along with Mirag, Ms Nuggit, Simba Mellark, and cousin Montgomery for about four hours before they finally reached the busy land of Chicago. Because Hamilton wasn't for another two hours or so and they had no place to stay, the five pals decided to see the glorious sites of Chicago, but first, they would go to mass at a beautiful church.

When they arrived at St. Peter's, mass was already half way over, and since they had hoped to dress in their elegant fairy princess gowns before meeting king Miranda, Mirag, Ms Nuggit, Simba Mellark, and cousin Montgomery traveled down the stairs to get ready in the basement bathroom, while the saintly Mags went to mass. The bathroom was beautiful, but mostly because they knew it would always hold beautiful and exciting memories. Other than that, it really looked like a regular ol' women's public church bathroom.

Each of the fabulous four draped their glistening gowns about themselves and paused to admire their looks in a mirror. Then they proceeded to paint their faces with all sorts of exotic and delicate colors. Mirag, who was an expert on hair, folded, plaited, and attempted to curl her fellow friends' luscious locks.

After their bathroom adventure, they collected their pal Mags from the upstairs (mass had just finished), and headed out into the unknown! By that time, they thought they best be making their way to the theatre, so they attempted to navigate the area. This whole while, cousin Montgomery was still quite speechless and simply could not understand how they had come to be so fortunate. She attempted to make a list of all the good she had done, and hoped she could come to realize their fortune. Meanwhile, Mags had on a blessed grin, proud that she had brought the crew this far without any fatal bumps (besides the squirrel of course). Mirag was admiring her wonderful hair-jobs on the heads of her kin (for they were close to that), and hoping king Miranda would praise her for it. Ms Nuggit was dreaming of what the show would be like, and ideas of the much-anticipated theatre kept popping into her neatly-decorated head. Simba only stood there in awe of it all, until she quickly realized that she was leagues behind the others and had to rent a private purple jet to catch up.

At last they found the theatre! And oh the joy! At this time, Mags revealed to them their secret mission for king Miranda: "You must tell the world of my Broadway, and eat quesadillas in the room outside the theatre!" It was quite random, but they did it willingly. The quesadillas were lovely, and they ate them right outside the theatre, as instructed. Unfortunately, they never got to meet dear king Miranda, but they did get to witness his show! Hamilton, was its name.

They sat behind a pillar in the orchestra pit, which blocked their view a bit and reminded cousin Montgomery of the time she had saved a dandelion from being trodden on by stabbing the almost guilty hippo until it charged away in fright, running into a car which sunk in the nearby pond and caused it's owners to be stranded near a hippo colony for twelve weeks, at which point they had nearly become hippos themselves. ("That must be why we were granted this trip for little money and an easy task!" thought cousin Monty).

Now I wish I could tell you the magnificence of what the five pals saw then, but I am afraid I am not capable of doing so. Hence, I will do my part in telling you all to watch it for yourselves, as it is truly a masterpiece and deserves all sorts of critics' praise.

END OF PART II

to be continued...

~ Ms Nuggit