"No, no, no! It's all wrong! I'm the king who's bringing back Trollstice. I need a bib to match." I hear King Gristle yell from inside of a bib store.
"Yes, sire." Someone said, whom I'm guessing was the owner of the bib story.
"I look like a child in this one. I need something elegant, sophisticated. You know, a man's bib." King Gristle stated as he threw off the bib he had on.
"Oh, he's so beautiful." Bridget stated fawning over him.
"And so are you." I stated, poking my head out of her new hair.
"Oh, he'll know that I'm just a scullery maid." Bridget said, getting cold feet.
"No, no, no!" I exclaimed.
"I got to get out of here." Bridget stated.
"I'll be right here for you, Bridget. We all will." I stated.
"You'll tell me what to say, right?" Bridget asked.
"Of course, I will." I stated.
"Of course, I will." Bridget stated.
"Just wait until we get inside." I stated as I went back into her hair with my friends and my older brother.
"Ooh, Sire! I believe I have the perfect bib!" The store owner exclaimed as he brought out a bib.
"It better be! Trollstice is tomorrow night!" King Gristle exclaimed.
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The bib looks like this!
"It's got a wing-dingle on it!" King Gristle exclaimed.
"Oh, Your Majesty! Look at you! Such a big, big boy." The store owner stated.
"I love it!" King Gristle stated.
"I think you look fat." Bridget stated.
"What?" King Gristle asked, sounding mad as he faced Bridget.
"P-H, phat. Then strike that pose." I stated.
"P-H, Phat!" Bridget stated as she made her pose.
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