Sir William stood up. “But that doesn't make me a spy!”
“Yes it does!” shouted Jack. “Let's get him!”
“No, it doesn't,” said Randall. “But this does. I'd been suspicious of the whole mission ever since you said it was only going to be you and I doing a royalty escort, which is unheard of. But what clinched it was the gibberish you mumbled after you were cured of your stone affliction. Now, I assumed at the time that it was only the typical gibberish one would mumble upon returning to flesh and blood, but a long-ago lesson in the language of the Inter-Generic Fantasy Land Spy Council just flashed before my brain! What you said, roughly translated, was ‘Boy, I hope that being turned into a statue for so long doesn't affect my plans to act as a spy for the Dark One!'”
There was a collective gasp from the wedding guests. Princess Janice shoved Sir William away from her. “You traitor!”
“Not so fast, Princess,” said Randall. “Because when you returned from the dead, you said something in the very same language! ‘Don't worry, my secret lover, we'll have plenty of time to do it after we assassinate my father!'”
“You're lying!” shouted the princess. “Daddy, he's lying!”
King Waldo of Mosiman stood up. “Randall, do you have any proof to back up these accusations?”
“As a matter of fact, I do. Princess, would you care to explain to everyone why you're wearing that turtleneck gown?”
Princess Janice looked nervous. “Symbolic reasons. It's plaid—the texture of Union.”
“I see. Would you mind exposing your neck?”
“Randall, where is this leading?” the king demanded.
“Your highness, if you'd quit asking dim-witted questions this would be over much more quickly. Princess, please uncover your neck for the rest of us.”
“Absolutely not!”
“I'll do it!” said a man seated directly behind her. He reached forward and pulled down the collar of the gown, revealing an enormous hickey. There was another collective gasp.
“Noooooooooooo!” the princess shrieked.
“Only one man in this kingdom is capable of producing hickeys of that magnitude!” said Randall. “Sir William!”
Sir William pulled the king to his feet, then took out a dagger and pressed it against his neck. “Nobody move!” he shouted. “Anybody tries anything and the king dies!”
The guests were all out of collective gasps. Princess Janice slapped her forehead in frustration. “You ignorant boob! Proof of a dalliance between us wasn't proof that we were spies!”
“D'oh!”
“Would everyone please move your feet out of the way?” Princess Janice asked the people in their row. “Pardon me, coming through ... coming through...”
Princess Janice, Sir William, and the hostage king stepped out into the center aisle. “You're right,” said the princess. “We were spies! We were going to steal information regarding the extremely effective torture techniques that went on in the Rainey dungeons and pass them onto the Dark One so he might better discipline his followers!”
“Ow!” said the king. “You're poking me!”
“It's a shame that you had to confront us,” the princess told Randall. “With the Dark One dead, we were just going to lay low until the next insane dictator wanna-be rose to power! But now we're going into hiding, taking my father with us! If anyone tries to follow, we'll kill him!”
“Meaning him as in the king, or him as in the follower?”
“Both!” They hurried up the aisle and out of the courtyard, disappearing from sight.
“Somebody do something!” shouted the reverend, flapping his arms up and down in panic.
“I'll go after them!” said Randall. “It's my duty!”
“No!” said Yvonne, putting her hands on his shoulders. “Because this adventure is over. You will go after them and perform a daring rescue, but save it for next time.”
“She's right,” said Jack. “You've done well, and inspired us all. And someday, when we want to hear another tale of the exploits of the mighty Randall, perhaps we shall listen to the story of how you saved the king from a certain death at the hands of his own daughter. But for now, kiss Yvonne.”
Randall and Yvonne locked eyes. “I love you,” said Randall.
“And I love you,” said Yvonne.
“I love you more.”
“I love you more.”
“Not a chance.”
“All the chances in the world.”
“No way.”
“Yes way.”
“Nuh-uh.”
“Uh-huh.”
“You're wrong,” said Randall, getting angry.
“You think you're always right,” said Yvonne, also angry.
“You're so disagreeable all the time!”
“Get away from me, you jerk!”
“Hey!” shouted Bug. “You two are in love!”
Randall and Yvonne stared into each other's eyes again, and all the love returned. “Kiss me,” whispered Yvonne.
Their lips met with an unmatched passion. All of the guests began applauding and cheering and going “Woooooo!” A wizard cast a spell filling the air with fireworks, which were lost upon the crowd because it was daylight.
“All hail Randall and Yvonne!” shouted Toby. “May their love be sweaty for the rest of their years!”
“Hail Randall and Yvonne!” the guests shouted.
They broke the kiss with a sound like a suction cup being pulled off glass. “Oh, Randall,” said Yvonne. “This is the happiest day of my life!”
“Mine, too,” said Randall. “In fact, I think it's the happiest day in the lives of everyone here!”
There was a cheer of resounding agreement.
“We're going to live in pure joy from now on,” said Randall. “I mean, after all that's happened to us since our adventure began, what else could possibly go wrong?”
Everyone cringed and waited for it to happen.
Minutes passed.
Nothing.
Randall and Yvonne kissed again, to the accompaniment of a cheer of happiness greater than anything in the past or future.
Epilogue
AND THEY lived happily ever after....
....
....
...until labor pains began....
~The End~