In which five pals sleep in a castle, eat rotton avocados, and journey to the unknown... (Part I)

Hello my family, friends, fellow chicken-lovers, and random strangers and welcome to our Monday blog post! Today, I will be sharing with you one of CK Cafe Studios' most fabulous memories (with a few twists here and there)! It is the story of how we, with the help of our majestic friend Mags, went on a unforgettable adventure...

Once Upon a Time, in a fairy tale land, there lived four fabulous humans who lived in a fabulous cottage in the middle of a fabulous wood. One windy stormy, their friend Mags came for a visit. Mags was a majestic and radiant queen who often came to visit them and enjoy swash-buckling adventures and voyages across the night skies. Tonight, however, she came with great news like no other.

"My dear friends, Mirag, Ms Nuggit, Simba Mellark, and cousin Montgomery! I bring tidings of great joy!," she began. "Behold, after sleep, we will journey to the far off land of Chicago and become stewards under his majesty, king Miranda! If we serve his majesty well, we will be able to see a production of Hamilton for only a small sum!"

"Oh, what grand news! How is it that this fortune has befallen us?" Simba Mellark exclaimed. The others joined in with a loud shout of "Horrah!" All except cousin Montgomery, who was too much in shock over the whole ordeal and was quietly eating one gummy bear at a time and relishing in the taste.

They soon realized that they must go to the store and pick up a few necessities for the road including avocados and bagels. The vehicle they took was named Frank Sinatra, and let me tell you now that he served them well. They drove to a place called Evil Kroger by some and picked up what they needed while snapping a few dramatic pics on the way.

Once they returned to their home, the united friends decided that they would watch a movie to celebrate the joyous night. They quickly journeyed to their masters' house, which was only half a mile from their own and resided in a town called Northfield. They chose the movie "Leap year" and watched it back in their own home with the necessity called popcorn.

After the movie, the friends attempted to make bagels. There was a problem, however (it was not with their sandwich-making ability, for they were all trained expertly in the art of cheese-spreading and lunch-meat laying). The problem was that they had tripped the breaker twice in the process of toasting and charging Mags' cellular device at the same time, and Mirag and Ms Nuggit were forced to return once again to their masters' home and toast the bagels there as a result.

They all helped in the sandwich-making, Ms Nuggit intricately using the small plastic knife to layer on the cream cheese in a way that was "just so", and the others laying the lunch meat pieces strategically across the bagel after massaging them thoroughly to give them a tender texture. Everyone helped, that is, except cousin Montgomery, who was still too shocked to say or do anything. To keep herself from going insane, she simply sat on the bed and planned out her next secret recipe (she was constantly doing so, as she was the creative one). This recipe, she thought, would be called Lambregonia-neese and consist of tea and milk. What a strange combination it was! But cousin Montgomery was always willing to give her new recipes a go, even if they were as bizarre as that (she once tried butter in Lemonade. It did not go well).

Once the sandwiches were complete with cream cheese and meat (and avocado in the case of Simba Mellark's), the five pals fell fast asleep in the king sized bed that was their own (or, rather, their generous masters' own).

Early the next morn, when the sun had not yet risen, and when the sandwiches were placed in their hands, the luggage packed, and the roll of toilet paper shoved behind them for Mirag, they began their journey.

On the road, they ate the bagel sandwiches (which were delicious), and the avocados (which turned out to be quite nasty indeed, so they chucked them out the window and accidentally hit an abandoned squirrel pup who died ten years later).

The journey mostly consisted of listening to Eddie Dickens, nose-blowing (compliments of Mirag), and singing "Waving Through a Window" from Dear Evan Hansen at the top of their lungs with the windows open three times in a row. Yup, that was a fun car ride.

END OF PART I

to be continued...

~ Ms Nuggit