jeeezzzzzz…just when I thought it was safe….
Realizing that any discussion with the Devil Incarnate was useless, not to mention potentially dangerous, Ariel finally realized that the person to call was he who started this entire mess…the spineless, self-serving Prince.
Now if Ariel would just go home, have a cup of tea and take a brief nap, she would have a clear head with which to think. And think she must. What she says to the Prince will not only set him straight but knock his knickers off as well! (We'd all like a photo of that, please.)
Whoever has the Lantern…get it ready. If all goes as planned (and Ariel must be sweet in her conversation with Mr. Prince)…we can turn this wimp into a pile of mulch and throw him into the Dark, Spooky Forest with the rest of the unmentionables stranded there! <img src='style_emoticons//ph34r.gif’ border=’0′ style=’vertical-align:middle’ alt=’ph34r.gif’ /> Am sure Bob the Bartender would be happy to lend a hand.
Meanwhile, Ariel's friend Zooey is having a sip of Bailey's and heading for bed. It's late…time to catch some zzzzzzzzzzzz's.