Long Live King Percy! (oh darn, which one?)

Once upon a time there lived a young boy about the age of fifteen. His father was the king of Acachowi Island, an island just off the coast of the continent of Ooglibaba. Now Acachowi Island had been a terribly peaceful island for quite some time, although if you had no nearby islands to terrorize I suppose you would probably have to be peaceful. So the king of Acachowi Island, King Hahahar, decided that life was getting a little too boring, so he decided to set up a shark riding thrill park just to do something exciting for a change. However, not long after there was a very unfortunate accident that included one of the trainers getting his leg bitten off by this one disgustingly huge shark and there was all this blood and--but I shan't go into detail. Anyways, they had to shut down the park real fast, even though King Hahahar thought that it was pretty funny and wanted to keep it open. Eventually, though, his advisers wore him down on that subject.

Well one day the king decided that he didn't want to be king anymore and instead picked one of his seventy-six sons to rule for him. And for some extremely strange and out of the blue reason that nobody knows (except the king of course...I think) King Hahahar picked his son whom I mentioned at the beginning of the story and then completely disregarded. This son...well he was obviously a boy, duh...but, um, anyways, this son was totally unremarkable except for the fact that he was rather WEIRD. (No offense to him or anything) And his father was--oh wait I already wrote that. hehe. You see how totally and utterly BORING this kid was?! First of all, his name was Percy. Now that may not seem strange to you, but trust me, on Acachowi Island that is a WEIRD name. Everyone there has names like Fobo, and Brumachuju, and Poofpoof, don't ask me why. So obviously Percy was a weird name. Plus, this boy was truly a beautiful sight to gave upon; I mean his wondrous big brown eyes that looked like melted chocolate will just make you want to--uhh, hehe, never mind. The point is, Percy was extremely extremely handsome. All of Percy's brothers were not nearly as handsome as Percy was. Strange if you ask me. Another thing that separated Percy from his brothers was the fact that Percy was very, very, very shy around women. Every single one of Percy's brothers, right down to six year old Boomboomboom, was very NOT shy around women. Every time Percy saw a pretty girl he blushed as red as the pen I used to write this historical story with (shh! don't tell my teacher!)

So! King Hahahar picked Percy to be his successor. And in a matter of a half hour Percy was king. Poor Percy! Luckily, Percy had a pet polar bear named King Percy that he talked to, although now, unless you actually looked at the new King Percy and the old King Percy, you could never tell the difference between them.

But Hahahar (no more KING Hahahar) decided this wasn't good enough and that King Percy (the new appointed one) needed a wife. Oh no! Poor Percy! He'd be scarlet the whole time the ball was going on. Oh yes, I forgot to mention that Hahahar was going to hold a ball so that Percy could choose a wife. Poor, poor Percy; what a shy guy.

So that evening, King Percy and King Percy were getting ready for the ball: King Percy, the boy, was in a really hot tux and was wearing his awesome crown, of course, and King Percy the bear was decked out with diamonds in his collar and also in his mouth.
As the two stud muffins walked into the ballroom together Kind Percy practically fainted because every eligible girl on Acachowi Island was there. However, the other King Percy just started flashing his grill at all the ladies and winking at some of them too. The other King Percy was horrified: his polar bear was a player! *GASP* But then a random girl accidentally on purpose bumped into the fifteen year old King Percy and he practically fell over. He turned around and looked at the girl and (obviously) turned red. She was the most gorgeous girl he'd ever seen (though he really hadn't seen very many). Basically she looked like a Hawaiin with her very tan (and fiiine, Percy couldn't help noticing) body and long luxuriously wavy hair that held a single flower in it. All of a sudden King Percy, the boy, started making out with her and at that very moment his fear of women disappeared forever. In an hour they were married, and it wasn't until then he found out her name: Arianna. Percy loved it! It was practically as normal as his! And from that day forward King Percy and his sexy-ass wife, Queen Arianna lived mostly happily ever after. Eventually, they even reopened the shark ride thrill park.

And King Percy the polar bear found himself his own sexy-ass wife, whom was from then on Queen Hankypanky.
THE END.