Vincent woke up fresh as a daisy. He had put a sprightly smile on when ---
Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!
Yes, that happened. An ear-piercing scream rang throughout his room and the entire resort, waking up almost everyone in the resort and disrupting the natural sleep cycles of some fishes and birds.
Vincent hurried up, changed in his swimwear, and then rushed not to the siblings' cottage but to the cottage of the aswang king and the mananaggal queen.
The blonde lad knocked on the door three times, and a very flustered Makata received it.
"What's wrong?" Vincent asked.
"Today's Mandala's Election Day!" Makata replied.
"I know perfectly well what today is. Alfred told me he's running and building up a good fanbase so far," Vincent replied, "Anyways, I mean the scream."
"Oh, that," Makata said and heaved a sigh, "Our baby has just been kidnapped last night!"
"Ouch!" Vincent replied, "May I come in and have a look-see?"
Makata stepped aside for him to enter.
...
Vincent had arrived at the side of the bed and found a still weeping Avinna, her eyes red as fire. Beside her was a giant clump of tissue paper. She looked up and saw Vincent with a worried face.
"Eh?" Avinna replied, "You should be back at Mandala right now! It's the Election Day!"
"Rest assured I know what I'm doing," Vincent replied, "The cocky Author has forgotten to write down whatever I was doing before and during the Election Week which, actually, coincides with the vacation week."
"Well, what have you been doing?" Avinna asked him, sitting up and giving her six legs a stretch. Her attendants began to massage her giant eight-yard rear (breeder-like creature, remember).
"Before this vacation, I sent a memo to the whole nation about my vacation," Vincent replied, "Then everyday, I had to send a video to everyone in Mandala about how I was doing, in my pajamas. I also watched the Mandala News All Day channel just to see how the Election presidential Candidates were going. And they were pretty great to say the least."
"Well that's good to hear," Avinna replied.
"Because they sucked," Vincent replied with a deadpan tone.
Makata suddenly felt a giggle crawl up his throat, but he held it in as Vincent continued speaking.
"I mean, they sucked balls," Vincent continued. He paused for a moment and heard Makata and some aswang and mananaggal present giggling softly.
"How sad," Avinna replied with a concerned air in her voice.
"True, right?" Vincent continued, "I even checked their campaign materials, it was, like, they were all drawn by children!"
For some reason, the way Vincent spoke seemed to give Avinna the heebie-jeebies, which started from her giant butt and ran up to her thorax.
"And you know what they wrote?" Vincent continued.
"No," Avinna replied, "What?"
"They wrote, 'Vote for me!' right at the front with a poorly drawn face," Vincent replied. Behind him, Avinna's husband and his helper's laughs were getting more audible.
"But that's not all," Vincent continued, "The back of the placards they held was much, much worse!"
"Why?" Avinna asked, tensely.
"Do you really wanna know?" Vincent asked.
"Yes!" Avinna exclaimed, her six legs wriggling with the heebie-jeebies.
"Do you really, really wanna know?" Vincent asked, in a softer yet higher voice.
"Yes!" Avinna replied, nodding furiously.
"Do you really, really, really wanna know?" Vincent asked again, a bit of smile appearing on his lips. Meanwhile, Makata whispered to his helpers', "Here it comes!"
"It was my face," Vincent replied in a loud voice. He paused for a moment, then when the room was quiet, "sucking my own ****!"
The entire room but Avinna burst into laughter.
"Then I said to myself," Vincent said as he lowered his voice, "Oh God, why?
Avinna couldn't help it. She was about to giggle, but she held a finger on her mouth while the tingling sensation erupted throughout her body.
"I then decided to call Alfred, and I said, 'Alfred,'
"He said, 'Yes?'
"I said, 'Who drew **** pics of me on those placards?'
"Then he said, 'You, Vincent. In one of your memos to the people.'
"Then I put the phone as far away from me as possible, and I said 'Sh!t'
More laughter erupted from the king of all aswang and his helpers.
"It was audible to him, and he asked, 'Why, my friend?'
"Then I replied, 'Being a presidential candidate yourself, you should know everything about the current President, down to the length of his ****!'
"Alfred replied, 'Why would I?'
" 'Because when I asked the people to do it, they made it three inches longer!'
More chortle from Makata and his subjects in the room.
" Then, Alfred said, 'Oh God, Why?'"
Laughter, and now, Avinna was joining in.
"Finally I said good luck to Alfred and we then hung up," Vincent concluded, "Then I asked myself, 'Would Jamie, having a six-yard something long butt, want a five-inch hotdog inside her?' "
With that question, Avinna and Makata applauded to Vincent. The queen asked, "Was this all a stand-up act?"
"Truly it was," Vincent replied, calming his tone down. "I had to lighten the mood a bit over your kidnapped daughter, because to be fair, Jamie was also hostage."
"Same boat are we all," Makata replied, "By the way, did you really do all those things you said?"
"Nonsense!" Vincent exclaimed, "Although everyone knows I always update myself with what's happening during the Election Week."
"That's good!" Makata replied.
"Although I really place my hope on Alfred, to be honest," Vincent replied, "He would be the perfect fit to lead Mandala, dispensing equity over equality to the people he meets."
"May he win and lead the country to safety," Makata replied, "Our well wishes to the new President."
Suddenly, a flustered and worried Ceejay entered, and he exclaimed, "I think we need to put the tour on hold guys, Jay has been hostaged, and so are the rest of the girls. Ladrino's also flustered right now, and extremely worried."
"Then we have no time to lose!" Avinna replied, rolling over the side of the bed and standing up after, "We have to go! I think they also have my baby."
Immediately, the four rushed out of the cottage. After gathering everyone else, save for the two centaur royalty who were just in heat, they got on the nearest outrigger and sailed towards the Plato Nava Isles as fast as possible.
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