Richard Ayoade's Disenchantmentplace

Chapter 47

Lucius entered the hotel inn, a dimly lit establishment with a hint of mystery in the air. He approached the innkeeper, a portly man with a balding head and a twinkle in his eye.

Lucius: (with a stern expression) Have you seen a girl with white hair and buckteeth, along with a man wearing an eyepatch and speaking with an accent?

Innkeeper: (grinning) Oh, aye, I've seen 'em, all right. Quite the noisy couple they were, can't say I've heard anything like it before. They went at it like animals, they did. But, you know, I can't say I minded what I heard, if you catch my drift.

Lucius raised an eyebrow, unamused by the innkeeper's lewd remarks.

Lucius: (frustrated) Enough of your rambling. Where did they go?

Innkeeper: (chuckling) Well, they left in a hurry, but I reckon you might still find 'em around here. Though, be warned, what happened in that room... well, some things you just can't unhear.

Lucius led Boris and Ethel up the creaking wooden stairs to the room where Y/n and Bean had stayed. The inn's narrow corridors were dimly lit, with flickering candles casting eerie shadows on the walls.

Lucius pushed open the door to the room and was immediately hit by a peculiar mixture of scents—candles, perfumes, and something else he couldn't quite place. The room was in disarray, as if a storm had swept through it, leaving a trail of chaos in its wake.

Boris: (sniffing the air) There's definitely a strong scent in here.

Ethel: (examining the bed) And look at this mess. It's like they had a wild party.

Lucius: (bending down to inspect the floor) They were definitely here. I can sense it. But where are they now?

As Lucius scanned the room, his sharp eyes caught something glinting on the floor. He reached down and picked up a small piece of metal—a gear. It was undoubtedly a part of Y/n's mechanical contraptions.

Lucius: (holding up the gear) They left a clue. This belongs to Y/n. They can't be far.

Boris: (nodding) Should we follow their trail?

Ethel: (peering out the window) Wait, I think I see something. Over there, by the edge of the inn's courtyard.

Lucius moved to the window and looked in the direction Ethel was pointing. In the dim moonlight, he could make out faint footprints leading towards the inn's courtyard.

Lucius: (determined) That's our lead. Let's go. We're not far behind.

With the gear in hand and the trail of footprints to guide them, Lucius, Boris, and Ethel embarked on their pursuit of Y/n and Bean.

Amidst the chaos of the aerial battle, Bean and Zog found themselves struggling with their goose gun and honking, a mix of frustration and humor in their voices.

Bean: Okay, Dreamland is straight that way.

Bean pointed confidently in the direction she believed to be correct, but a flock of geese approached, heading straight for them. She quickly activated the gun attached to their flying vehicle and started firing, but her aim was off, and the shots missed the geese.

Bean: (frustrated) This goose gun is worthless.

Zog, in his usual comical fashion, couldn't resist honking in response.

Bean: (exasperated) Stop honking, dad! You're confusing things!

Bean tried to turn the vehicle around, determined to get back on course.

Zog: (optimistic) Nice shooting, Beanie, but you missed all the gooses.

Bean: (determined) Yeah, but I better not miss Dagmar. Dad, you think I'm ready?