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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
BIKINI BRIGADE
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Chapter Six
Licorice Lad sat in the throne room, brooding. It was his favorite
activity. He gazed at the giant doors at the end of the throne room that
led into the great hall beyond. It was a hall made of cheesecake, panelled
with glazed raspberry sauce. The walls of the hall gave off a rich, red
glow.
�Those walls should be painted black,� Licorice Lad muttered to
himself. He glanced around the throne room. No one was present. �Where
are my retainers?� he asked of the walls of the throne room. �My
servants?� He saw two peanut people scurry past in the hall. They were
the size of small children, but shaped like peanuts. They both wore short
pants and small shoes and one of them wore glasses.
�Peanut People!� Licorice Lad called to the two peanuts crossing the
hall. The two peanuts stopped and turned. They peeped, rather frightened,
past the big doors at the end of the great hall that led into the throne
room.
�Yes, sire?� the peanut with glasses asked.
�Get in here and attend to me,� Licorice Lad told the peanuts.
�Yes, sire,� both peanuts replied. They hurried into the throne room
and bowed to Licorice Lad, but stood some distance back from his throne.
�I want you both to stay right here, so I can have servants at my
beck and call, ready at any moment to do my bidding,� Licorice Lad told the
peanuts.
�Yes, sire,� the two peanuts said. They both bowed to Licorice Lad
again.
A bat wafted down the great hall and settled before Licorice Lad�s
feet.
�Master, the girls have been found. They are with Lord Fruitcake,�
the bat said in its telepathic speech. Only Licorice Lad could understand
it. The two peanuts waited, some distance away from Licorice Lad�s
throne, for any wishes he might have.
�Lord Fruitcake?� Licorice Lad said. �Well, it�s about time that
fruitcake got off his ass and did something for me. Where were they
apprehended?�
�South west of Licorice Loch, Master,� the bat said. �Near where we
found their toys.�
�Very good,� Licorice Lad said. �Gingermen!� he called.
�Gingermen!�
�Sire, we have been thinking,� the peanut wearing glasses piped up.
�Yes, peanut?� Licorice Lad asked.
�If we are to serve you, sire, as your royal attendants,� the peanut
began.
�Yes?� Licorice Lad asked impatiently.
�We need to have royal staffs, sire,� the other peanut said.
�Yes, a royal staff for each of us!� the peanut with glasses said.
�And royal robes too,� the other peanut said. �You are very
important, sire, and if we�re to attend upon you, we must look important
too!�
�Yes, master?� A gingerman asked. He came tromping into the hall
and nearly stepped on the peanuts because he was much bigger than they
were and he didn�t see them. And even if he had seen them, he would have
expected them to get out of his way.
�Gingerman!� Licorice Lad said. �The girls have been found. Go
downstairs and prepare a place for them in the dungeon!�
�The dungeon, master?� the gingerman asked.
�Yes,� Licorice Lad said. �I intend to have fun with these girls!�
�In the dungeon, master?� the gingerman said. Licorice Lad gave an
evil laugh. �Yes, in the dungeon. And put a bed down there, too!�
�Yes, master,� the gingerman answered. He turned and tromped off
for the stairs that led down to the dungeon.
�Now, peanuts, what is it you were asking me?� Licorice Lad said.
�We wish to look important!� the peanut with glasses said.
�To serve you, sire!� the other peanut added.
�What are your names, peanuts?� Licorice Lad asked.
�I�m Percy,� the peanut with glasses said.
�And I�m Paul,� the other peanut said. They both trembled a little as
they spoke, fearing that they might have been too forward with Licorice
Lad.
�Very well,� Licorice Lad said. �I take it the finest tailors are in
Peanut Province?�
�Yes, sire!� both peanuts answered.
�Then you will both make haste to go there, and get yourself royal
robes to wear, to be my attendants,� Licorice Lad told the two peanuts.
�Thank you, sire!� both peanuts said happily.
�Do you need an escort?� Licorice Lad asked.
�No, we are always nice to Molasses Moe,� Percy Peanut said. Paul
peanut gave him a nudge.
�We�ll look more important if we have an escort!� Paul whispered to
Percy.
�Yes, sire! An escort is most needed. Otherwise we might get stuck
in Molasses Moor!� Percy told Licorice Lad.
�Master, may I depart?� the bat asked Licorice Lad in its telepathic
speech. Licorice Lad looked at the bat. It was large and had butterscotch
wings that gleamed in the light of the tall lamps that illuminated the
throne room.
�You should be black, bat!� Licorice Lad scowled.
�Not in Candyland, master,� the bat answered. �All bats are made of
golden butterscotch in Candyland.�
Licorice Lad frowned. �I wish everything were black,� he said.
�Everything should be black, my favorite color, the color of licorice!�
�Master, we should very much need an escort!� Percy peanut said to
Licorice Lad.
�Very well, then,� Licorice Lad said, turning to the two peanuts.
�Get a gingerman to be your escort. Tell them it is on my orders, so that I
may have properly attired attendants to attend to my every need!�
�Yes, sire,� the peanuts said.
�Oh, and make sure your royal attire is black!� Licorice Lad added.
�Black?!� the two peanuts asked. They both looked suddenly unhappy.
�Yes, black!� Licorice Lad commanded. �Soon all of Candyland will
be one color--black! I shall have everything painted black, including you,
bat!� The bat seemed none too pleased with the idea, but dared not
contradict Licorice Lad.
The gingerman came tromping back up the stairs from the dungeon.
�You should be black too,� Licorice Lad told the sugar-coated
gingerman.
�Master, the dungeon is full,� the gingerman said, apparently not
hearing Licorice Lad, or not regarding the remark as one needing his
attention.
�Full?!� Licorice Lad asked.
�There is the Sultan,� the gingerman said. �And in another room
there are the Gingerman Autonomists, who want autonomy for gingermen,�
the gingerman said.
�Fie on them,� Licorice Lad said. �A gingerman�s duty is to serve the
Sultan. That�s me!�
�Yes, master,� the gingerman said.
�So? Is there no room at all?� Licorice Lad asked impatiently.
�No, master, because there are also the Peanut Power People,� the
gingerman said. �They do not wish to pay tribute to your highness.�
�Peanut power,� Licorice Lad scoffed. �It is the duty of Peanut
Province to supply the Sultan with all his needs. Including being his
attendants!� Licorice Lad added. He pointed at Percy and Paul peanut. The
two peanuts both nodded their hasty agreement.
�They claim that you are a usurper, master, and so they have no need
to pay you tribute,� the gingerman said.
�Off with their heads!� Licorice Lad commanded. �Them, and the
Gingerman Autonomists too. Then put a bed down there. I�m expecting
female company.� He laughed. It was an evil laugh. �And riding gear, as
well. Put that in the dungeon too, along with the bed.�
�You intend to ride the Clydesdales in the dungeon, master?� the
gingerman asked.
�No, but I do intend to mount up and do some riding,� Licorice Lad
said. He laughed again, and it was a very long, and very evil laugh.
�We�re slowing down,� Glenda Guilty announced. She watched as the
green rainbow beam she was riding arced down toward a coastline. The
ocean was still below, the unknown, unnamed sea they�d travelled over.
Now the rainbow beams they were riding moved less rapidly across the
ocean. At last, they stopped. Glenda took a step forward. She was still on
the green rainbow beam, but it hovered beneath her feet, still as a heavy
mist, sparkling but not moving anymore.
�So, what�d it do, run out of gas?� Matilda, gliding in next to Glenda,
and coming to a stop just ahead of her, asked.
Wilma was already walking up ahead, following the last few yards of
a yellow rainbow beam, down to the grasslands at the edge of a bluff.
�C�mon,� Wilma cried, looking back at them.
Affidavit Al came in next to Matilda.
�Whew! What a ride!� Al said. �I thought I was going to die!�
�We�re still standing in mid-air,� Glenda told him. She gazed down
at the sea below. They were to the north of their former position, along a
coast far away from the one they�d left. Below them, waves crashed
against a headland.
�Eeep!� Affidavit Al cried, looking down. �I�m getting off this
thing,� he said. He ran forward along the rainbow, following Wilma.
�Let�s go,� Matilda said to Glenda. �I don�t like the looks of those
rocks, down below.� Together they walked forward along the rainbow
until they reached the grass of the bluff.
�Do you suppose there�s another candy apple forest, across the
grass?� Affidavit Al asked, staring ahead of them. They all stood together
on the grass. It was damp, from the rain, but it wasn�t raining anymore.
�Hey, it�s gone!� Wilma cried. She was looking behind them and the
others turned and looked back out across the sea. There was nothing there
now. Where the rainbow had hung, there was only sky and, in the distance,
where they�d flown across the ocean, clouds.
�This is amazing,� Matilda said. �This whole place should be
arrested.�
�Once when I was little I snuck into an amusement park, before it
opened for the summer,� Al said. �Maybe we�ve stumbled into some new
amusement park, one that isn�t open yet. We�re the only visitors.�
�Yes!� Wilma said. �We could go on all the rides, for free!�
�Well, we just went on one,� Matilda said. �But I�m not here to
enjoy recreation. We�ve got to find those two missing girls!�
�Yes! They could be with a Man. A strange man!� Glenda said.
�We�ve got to attend to government business.�
�Let�s get walking,� Matilda said. �There�s no time to waste! I
prefer my feet to a rainbow any day!�
�That rainbow was kinda scary,� Al said. �They should have a sign,
or something, warning people who get scared easily not to ride on it.�
�There�s a road!� Wilma said. �Look! Ahead, in the grass.�
They walked through the damp field until they came to a road. It
crunched under their feet when they stepped on it. They gazed down at it
and saw that it was made of small purple rocks.
�Strange looking road,� Glenda Guilty said.
�We�re in some damn amusement park. What do you expect?� Matilda
said dismissively.
�Which way do we go on it?� Wilma asked. The road ran along
through hilly grasslands with no apparent purpose, save perhaps to follow
the coastline of the ocean that lay behind them.
�Which way is which way?� Matilda asked. �I don�t have a compass.
Do you?� She looked at Glenda Guilty.
�Generally one doesn�t need a compass for government business,�
Glenda replied. �Just paperwork, and a briefcase. But I lost my
briefcase.�
�No matter,� Matilda said. Arbitrarily she pointed to the east. �This
way. We�ll go this way.�
Together the group walked off to the east, not knowing it was east,
but knowing that they�d decided, at least, to go in a particular direction,
even if they didn�t know what direction that was.
Tommy Troll approached the eclair cautiously. It was feeding with
its peehole in the grass on the edge of Molasses Moor.
�If I could jump on that eclair and make it go where I want, I might
fly home,� Tommy muttered to himself, gazing at the large beast. It stood
alone. It had gotten separated from its herd or, perhaps, it preferred to be
alone. Tommy crept closer. �What a lot of time I could save, if I could get
that elcair to fly,� Tommy said. �Not that I�ve ever seen it done. Not with
someone sitting on top of it, of course. But then, nobody had ever thought
of making a Candification machine before, either. I�m not a troll for
nothing.� Tommy crept closer still.
There was a dandelion near Tommy�s nose. Tommy paid it no
attention. It was only an old, dead, white dandelion, its yellow color all
gone. He studied the movements of the eclair, which was munching quite
close to him now. In the distance, the moor could be seen. It was deep
brown. �I hate having to cross that moor,� Tommy thought to himself.
�Molasses Moe always makes me be nice. I hate being nice. A proper troll
only thinks of himself. And I sure wish I could get that eclair to think of
me, too. Then he might give me a quick ride home. Not that its ever been
done, though...�
Suddenly, a small puff of breeze ruffled the grass. It blew on the
dandelion. The old flower broke apart and parts of it went flying up
Tommy�s nose.
�Ker-chooo!� Tommy sneezed. The eclair gave a start. It realized
then how close Tommy was. Eclairs are shy creatures, and one must be a
very, very nice person to get as close to an eclair as Tommy had. The
eclair knew instinctively that a troll was unlikely to be a nice person.
The eclair moved away from the troll. Tommy leapt up. He knew he
was lucky to have gotten as close to the eclair as he had, and he didn�t
want to lose his opportunity.
�Come here, eclair!� Tommy yelled. Desperately he ran toward the
eclair. The eclair leapt up but Tommy, who was close, managed to leap
onto its back. Tommy landed in the glazed icing on the eclair�s back. The
eclair lifted its large body and began to rise into the sky. Then, bending
its head down, it spurted cream onto the grass and made a quick ascent up
into the clouds. Tommy held on for dear life.
Gazing over the side of the eclair, Tommy found himself looking
down upon Molasses Moor. It was dark and chocolaty looking. Fudge
popsicles grew there, amidst small, scraggly patches of crabgrass.
�Yahoo! I�m flying!� Tommy yelled to the sky. The eclair flew higher
and higher, and spurted out more cream. It flexed its powerful back but
Tommy managed to remain, clinging hard to it, hoping the icing spread
over it didn�t cause him to go tumbling down into the moor.
Southward the eclair flew. It was unable to dislodge Tommy. Below
them passed fields and meadows. Then they flew across a vale of
treetops. Below, in the trees, grew many different types of fruit. Also in
the forest was a mining operation, where peanut workers dug up
chocolate, gold covered coins to put in the Sultan�s treasury. They worked
in and around the trees, trying not to dig any of the trees up as they
brought the gold coins to the surface of the earth.
Tommy gazed with interest down between the trees. If he fell off
the eclair now, it would be a deadly fall, but he might at least land in the
middle of a gold mining operation.
More trees passed below. Tommy wished the eclair would land but
there was very little in the way of grassland for the eclair to put down in.
Just forest, and more forest. Tommy gazed at the tops of the trees. They
flew across a shimmering lake and then on above more forests.
Flying even farther south, the eclair flew across Peanut Province,
where Peanut Brittle Polly lived. She presided over the Peanut People, and
together they worked to serve the Sultan and, since they were an
industrious people, they also made lots and lots of peanut brittle. Gazing
down past the flank of the eclair Tommy watched as fields of peanuts
passed underneath them. It would be another fine season in Peanut
Province. Lots of peanuts would be harvested, despite the fact that
Licorice Lad was now in charge. Tommy thought he saw the small cabin, in
the middle of Peanut Province, where Peanut Brittle Polly lived. It was
tidy, but quite old. It had a roof made of chunky peanut butter. Its sides
were creamy, but hard-baked from standing for many years in the sun.
There was a ramshackle chimney at the back of the cabin and a disorderly
fence around it. But the lawn was neatly clipped, and the mailbox out
front had been newly painted, a golden, peanut buttery brown. Its flag was
raised to let the peanut mailman know that Polly had mail to be picked up.
Nearby, a field had been set aside to build a peanut butter palace for Polly.
But she�d declined, preferring to see the field put to good use growing
peanuts. And she didn�t want to give encouragement to the Peanut Power
People movement, who considered themselves patriots and wished to pay
no homage at all to any Sultan, be he Licorice Lad or not.
Tommy shivered. He was glad he wasn�t down in the dungeon of the
Citadel of Sweets. He�d spent five years there already and too many of
them had been years that he�d shared with imprisoned Peanut Power
People. He hated having to listen to their rants. Especially since none of
it had anything to do with him. A troll thought mostly of himself. What
peanuts wanted from this world was of no interest at all to Tommy.
The eclair flew higher. Tommy lost sight of Polly�s cabin amidst the
sprawl of Peanut Province. There were hundreds of peanut butter homes
below him. Interspersed with the homes were fields of peanuts. Each
home, it seemed, had its prosperous little field, all the peanut people
happily growing peanuts.
The coach trundled along in the Gumdrop Mountains. I sat inside,
with Katie, our arms bound once more behind us with black licorice.
Freddie sat across from us. He gazed out a carriage window, past the
gingerman guard who sat beside him, at the falling sugar. Somewhere, a
child was dreaming of Candyland, and making it snow sugar up high in the
Gumdrop Mountains.
�When are we gonna get to your fort?� Katie asked Freddie.
�Soon, my child,� Freddie replied. His chin was resting on his hand.
He looked bored. His paperwork lay in his lap. The gingermen stared
straight ahead, vacantly, disinterested in anything other than fulfilling
their duties. At the moment they had no duties, save to wait for more
orders, when they should eventually be given. I listened to the bouncing
and rattling of the coach. The inside of our coach was a deep, royal purple,
but its color didn�t lessen the fact that I was still a prisoner. Anything I
wished, I had to ask for. And hope I got permission. I felt bored myself,
sitting there, despite the uncertainty of my captivity. I might ask to go to
the bathroom, and get the carriage stopped, but we�d just stopped a little
while back. Even Katie didn�t have to go to the bathroom again, not yet.
And there would be lunch soon, but it wasn�t time for lunch yet. So I sat
on the violet bench in the coach, gazing out at the drifts of sugar and
snow. I still wore my bikini, as did Katie. We were cool, but not chilly, in
the coach. As always, Candyland found a way to keep itself pleasant, even
high up in the mountains.
�What are we gonna do when we get to your fort?� Katie asked
Freddie. He glanced at the gingermen.
�Oh, we still have a long way to go, my dear,� Freddie answered.
�We must descend out of these mountains, and then go to the east. We�ve
gone around a big, wide ocean, you see. The Soda Sea. It�s fizziest up
along its northern coast. Down south, where you were swimming, it tends
to get rather bland. The influence of Licorice Loch does that. The ocean
now is to our east. Below it is the candy apple forest, and along its
western end is Peppermint Pete�s forest. Also on the western end is the
Gumdrop Mountain range, where we are now. Next we�ll travel east again,
following the main pop rock road along the Soda Sea�s northern coast.
Eventually we�ll get to Peanut Province. Then, from there, it�s north, to
the edges of a forest. It�s an impenetrable forest, I�m afraid. There are
beautiful trees there, though. Fruit trees. Plus pine and redwood and
spruce and cedar. I used to go hiking there when I was younger,� Freddie
said. His eyes took on a dreamy look.
�Can we go hiking too?� Katie asked.
�No,� Freddie said. �We�ll go to the west, along the edge of the
forest. We�ve got to stay on the main road. We can move fastest in this
horse drawn carriage.�
�Rats,� Katie said.
�Oh, I agree,� Freddie said. �Not only is it fun to hike in that forest,
but there are gold coins buried there too, under the earth. Chocolate gold
coins. There�s a royal mining operation there. They dig carefully, so as
not to disrupt the trees. Only the king�s men are allowed to dig up the
coins, though.
�For us, it�s to the west. We�ll eventually pass through some
forests, plum forests. Plus other trees. Bananas and oranges and
cherries--�
�Yum! Let�s pick some cherries,� Katie said.
�Perhaps we will, if we�ve time,� Freddie said. �And then, what you
may like even better, is that we must pass through the Lollipop Forest.�
�Yummie!� Katie said. �This is going to be a yummy trip, even if we
are prisoners!�
�From there we must board an ice cream bar and cross part of the
Sea of Cream,� Freddie said. �Then it�s on to the Citadel, except for one
final part, where we must get across Molasses Moor.�
�It sounds like it�s still a long ways,� Katie said. �But I like the
part about the cherries, and the lollipops!�
�And then we�ll meet Licorice Lad?� I asked.
�Yes,� Freddie said. �Then I�m afraid-- I mean, then you�ll have the
pleasure of being guests of his royal highness, the great and powerful
Licorice Lad!�
The gingermen, breaking slightly from their stolid reverie, all
nodded.
�Oooh, I don�t want to meet him,� Katie said. Her eyes were large.
She shrank down in her seat.
�Look. More of those gumdrop bushes,� I said. �Can we get out and
pick some?� I asked Freddie.
�No, I�m afraid not, girls,� Freddie said. �We must make time. We
will be at my fort soon. You can both eat all you want at my fort.
Especially fruitcake,� he smiled. �And licorice,� he added, glancing at the
guards.
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