Two days later, I finally got the chance to shake the seamstresses and the wedding planners and make it out to the primate colony where Papa and Simon had been stationed at.
They had not returned since the day they left, sending word back to us that there was serious work which needed to be done.
It was the perfect excuse for me to ditch the myriad of things that needed to be done for a wedding and take off to visit them.
To speed up the traveling time, the twins took me on their single merged hoverboard.
From our calculations, it would only take us an hour by hoverboard, as opposed to three hours of bouncing around on the back of a Range Rover.
In the interest of being able to soar above the clouds for awhile, we rejected the offer of a driver and a ride and decided to go on our own.
From the castle, we flew in a northeastern direction, towards the farthest flung colony, where Papa and Simon had said they had relocated to.
