As dawn broke on the second day, Ming was struck dumb, his bleary eyes opening to a scene that beggared belief.
Raoul, the puppet, nudged the prone Selina... and kept dancing...
Frank, another puppet, hoisted Selina upwards... "Get up, stop slacking..."
...
Thwack! Thwack! Ming leaped to his feet, slapping both Raoul and Frank across the face.
Moments later, the tent was folded, and Raoul and Frank found themselves standing on their heads at the spot, a cup full of water balanced precariously on each set of toes.
"Let's see if you guys dare to spill a drop."
Ming crouched down, checking on Selina. She was alright, merely exhausted. A little rest would do her good.
...
Merlin bounded up to Ming, borrowing the chef, and went to Raoul for some poison. The chef, now holding a cup of poison, followed Merlin to the 'poison laboratory', directing the cook in concocting a new poison...
