Concrete Plans Taking Shape

Greetings, future rulees! (I’m not sure what the proper term is for the people being ruled, so I’m going with that for now.) I know you’ve been disappointed about the lack of news from me. Turns out there’s so much to do when one is attempting to become Ruler of the Universe. For starters, one needs to work on one’s grammar and proper-ness. (How am I doing so far? Also, should we be using the royal “we”? And would it be capitalized? Please advise.)

Anyhow, here are some updates. We’ve been very busy with preparations for our new interstellar palace. We started with furniture shopping.

This picnic table came with a free puppy. Yay! Tanny, you’re most welcome at our new palace! Everyone needs a cuddly friend to pet. Especially one that’s so calm and collected. Tanny can sleep anywhere…

That fairy house is pretty amazing! No offense to the fairies, but our palace will be a little grander than that. Speaking of which, a rustic picnic table is great and all. We decided it was missing some key ingredients…

Now we’re talking! A s’mores picnic for all!

While S’mores was perfectly happy to just bite into his s’more, I needed to look at it a little more closely. Something just seemed off to me.

Oh, they were just really smooshed. And actually pretty tasty!

I didn’t eat a lot, though, because I got talking to my new advisor, Max. Have you seen this guy before? He used to live with someone called “the Grinch”.

Max had some fascinating insights about the art of aquisition… and subterfuge. Which is how we aquired our rocket ship.

Remember how we mentioned Tanny can sleep anywhere?

Sorry, what was that question?

How much did we pay for that top-end elite flying machine? Oh, look at that parachuting banana! SO interesting. What were we talking about? Oh, yes. Money. We found some, so it’s all taken care of.

Soon, we’ll be coming to you live from our celebration of victory!

-Yeti