The Swan Princess: A Royal Myztery Page #2

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blueprint without your help.

Just take it apart

and measure it.

I would sooner die than deconstruct

such a work of genius!

Please, Jean-Bob. You're the

only one who can do this!

I must figure out how they

made this thing work.

Take pity on an old man

of science, won't you?

- Oh, all right.

- Great!

Now get yourself

down in there!

1.77.

1.77.

1.77.

Something's

scratching my back!

You have to stay

down there, Jean-Bob.

Don't come out yet. Okay?

This is why they have

unions, you know.

Try to relax, little buddy.

Relax? You try getting your head,

arms, and legs inside a...

Show-off.

I've got it!

I know how it works.

They pressurized

a discombobulator

and nincomfited the cogmaster

to a wheelheimer!

Exactly

what I was going to say.

Now I can build

an even better submarine

by simply following

this blue...

Huh?

Ah! How did... Who...

A-ha!

There's rats in here!

There's rats down there, too!

It's really strange.

Why would rats do this?

Ooh. Interesting.

Outer space is interesting.

This is a catastrophe!

I must be walking in my sleep!

I... I'm a...

I'm a monster!

Do what you must!

Clip them as short

as a washerwoman's!

Do it!

But do give them

a nice touch of color.

Perhaps something

in the mauve family.

No, Uberta, I was wrong.

It wasn't you who scratched the book.

Not at all.

So you let me carry on

and embarrass myself

for no reason?

No, Mother, please!

Now, let's all calm down.

How? We've got rats!

Rats on an evil mission

from who-knows-whom.

All of us marked.

On a hit list.

But what does

the "Z" stand for?

That's easy. "Zhe bad guy!"

Let's not jump to conclusions.

These could be the marks of

friendly cinnamon-scented mice.

I'm just saying,

we need to be calm.

Well, that's easy for you to say.

You're not on a hit list!

Huh?

Oh. No.

I'll just be moving along.

If we're all marked,

Alise and Lucas!

We'll leave right away

for Borromeo.

Puffin, you fly ahead.

Warn the children.

Thief!

You stole our pink bellies!

We'll get revenge!

- How did you catch him?

- Sidearm cast-and-snatch.

It's a new

roping classic, buddo.

Yep! Say toodle-loo to the

overhand toss because...

I'll catch you up

on the details later.

You shouldn't have done

what you've done, ghost.

Those were our pink bellies.

But basically

it cinches tighter.

That's all I'm gonna say for now.

Details to follow.

Oh...

Article 3,

section 19, point 1,

sub-clause A, addendum C,

particle M, slash umlaut.

"The penalty

for stealing pink bellies,

"if the guilty party

be a ghost, shall be..."

Huh...

Ah!

Life behind glass.

Yeah.

Get in.

I can't possibly fit in there.

Oh! Yeah!

Yep.

In you go.

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