Capítulo 46: Chapter 46
I led the minions to a nearby park, the lush greenery and sprawling lawns providing the perfect backdrop for our plan. Tall oak trees dotted the landscape, their branches swaying gently in the warm breeze. A winding path snaked through the park, joggers and families strolling along, oblivious to the mischief we were about to unleave.
According to legend, the fabled Sword in the Stone was located somewhere in this very park. The one who could pull the sword free would be crowned the true king of England. A mischievous grin spread across my face as I turned to the minions.
I couldn't help but chuckle as I remembered the Minions movie. Bob, the smallest and most innocent-looking of the trio, had somehow managed to pull the legendary Sword from the Stone and become "King Bob."
I got this wild idea to make Bob the king. All I gotta do is get him to pull that sword out of the stone, and boom - instant royalty! Not only would that let me boss Bob around and get the crown, but it'd totally ruin Scarlet's plans. Haha, can you imagine the look on her face when her big scheme goes up in smoke? I'm cracking up just thinking about it.
I strolled up to the Sword in the Stone, that legendary artifact nestled in the heart of the lush park. Tourists milled about, snapping photos and gawking at the iconic sword embedded in the solid stone. I glanced at the minions, the rambunctious trio trailing behind me. Time to get to work.
I approached the sword, its hilt gleaming in the afternoon sun. With a deep breath, I gripped the handle and pulled. The blade slid free with a soft scrape, and a hush fell over the crowd. They stared, mouths agape, as I held the legendary sword aloft. The minions erupted into a chorus of excited babbling, bouncing around me.
Well, this is just great. I could pull this sword out of the stone right now, but where's the fun in that? Nah, I need an audience for this - something to really make a splash, you know? And hey, what do you know, the Queen's parade is about to start. Perfect timing!
I can't help but chuckle as I start hatching a plan. This is gonna be good. Real good. rubs hands together Hehehe, just wait until they see what I've got in store. This is gonna be one for the history books, I can feel it!
"Alright, minions, gather 'round. I've got an idea that's gonna be a real hoot." The little guys scurried over, and we huddled up as I laid out the plan. Their faces lit up, and they started giggling like a bunch of kids on Christmas.
"Alright, Bob, you're the key player here. This is your big moment to shine, so don't let me down, buddy."
Bob hugged his little teddy bear close, practically bouncing with excitement. "Papoy!" he chirped, and I couldn't help but grin. This was gonna be good.
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In the heart of London, the streets were abuzz with excitement as the people eagerly awaited the arrival of Queen Elizabeth II. A massive crowd had gathered around the Tower of London, where the Crown Jewels were kept under the watchful eye of the royal guards.
The air was electric with anticipation as the queen's carriage came into view, the sunlight glinting off the ornate golden details. Seated inside was the regal figure of Queen Elizabeth II, adorned in a pristine white dress and the shimmering Crown Jewels that adorned her head.
The crowd erupted into thunderous cheers and applause as the carriage passed by, the queen acknowledging them with a gracious wave. Surrounding the carriage was a formidable contingent of royal guards, their crisp uniforms and gleaming rifles a testament to the tight security measures in place.
Police officers, their faces set with determination, patrolled the perimeter, vigilantly scanning the crowd for any signs of trouble. The atmosphere was one of reverence and unwavering protection, as the people celebrated the presence of their beloved monarch.
As the carriage made its way towards Buckingham Palace, the crowd's excitement only seemed to grow, their voices merging into a cacophony of loyalty and admiration. The Crown Jewels, symbols of the monarchy's enduring power, remained safely ensconced within the Tower of London, guarded by the most elite of the queen's forces.
Queen Elizabeth II waved graciously to the cheering crowd, a warm smile upon her face. "What a lovely day it is," she thought to herself, gazing out at the sea of adoring subjects. Leaning forward slightly, she addressed the throngs gathered before her.
"Good day, my dear people," she spoke in her regal, measured tones. "What a joy it is to see your smiling faces on this fine afternoon." The queen paused, allowing her words to resonate with the crowd, who responded with renewed applause and shouts of reverence.
"I must say, the weather has been most agreeable of late," she continued, her eyes sweeping across the gathering. "A perfect day for a celebration, don't you agree?" Another round of cheers erupted, the people's enthusiasm palpable.
Queen Elizabeth II nodded, pleased by their reaction. "Indeed, it warms my heart to see you all here, sharing in this moment with me." She lifted a gloved hand, gesturing to the grand procession. "We have much to celebrate, my friends. The strength of our nation, the resilience of our people, and the enduring legacy of the Crown."
The crowd roared its approval, flags and banners waving proudly in the gentle breeze. The queen's gaze softened, her expression one of profound gratitude. "Thank you, all of you, for your unwavering support and devotion. It is my great honor to serve as your sovereign, and I shall continue to do so with the utmost dedication."
As the carriage began to move forward once more, Queen Elizabeth II offered one final wave, her voice carrying across the square. "God save the Queen, and God bless you all!"
As Queen Elizabeth II's carriage began to move forward, a sudden, unexpected sound pierced the air - a distinctive "thwip" that caught the attention of the gathered crowd. All eyes turned skyward, where a dark, imposing figure swung into view, clinging effortlessly to the side of a nearby building.
It was the Phantom Spider, his sinister costume gleaming in the sunlight as he perched atop the rooftop, the Minions Kevin, Bob, and Stuart by his side, each equipped with backpacks and peculiar attachments on their hands and feet.
The crowd fell silent, a hush of anticipation and trepidation sweeping through the throngs. Queen Elizabeth II's carriage slowed to a halt, the royal guards snapping to attention, their rifles at the ready.
With a dramatic flourish, the Phantom Spider raised his hands, his voice booming across the square. "Citizens of London!" he declared, his tone laced with a malicious glee. "I am the Phantom Spider, and I have come to take the Crown Jewels!"
The minions' backpacks suddenly sprouted four mechanical spider legs and jumped onto the queen's carriage, startling the royal guards. "Haha, míranos ir!" shouted Bob, as the trio of Minions scurried up the side of the vehicle.
"Stop them!" yelled one of the guards, raising his rifle, but the Minions were too fast. Kevin, Bob, and Stuart pried open the carriage door, much to the queen's alarm.
"What is the meaning of this?" she demanded, her eyes wide with shock.
"Sorry, majestad," said Stuart, "but we're here to steal your jewels!" The Minions quickly swarmed into the carriage, and with a mighty heave, slammed the door shut.
"Guida, David, guida!" shouted Bob, and the Phantom Spider yanked on the reins, sending the carriage careening down the street, the queen's terrified cries echoing behind them.
The police, finally snapping out of their stunned silence, sprang into action. "After them!" yelled the sergeant, and the officers jumped into their vehicles, sirens blaring as they gave chase.
"They're getting away!" cried one of the constables, his eyes fixed on the rapidly retreating carriage.
"Not if I can help it," growled the sergeant, pressing down on the accelerator. The police cars swerved through the traffic, determined to catch the daring thieves before they could escape.
The Phantom Spider, his sinister costume billowing in the wind, steered the stolen carriage through the crowded streets of London, the Queen's cries ringing out from within. The Minions, Kevin, Bob, and Stuart, clung to the sides of the vehicle, their goofy antics belying the gravity of the situation.
Behind them, the police cars weaved through traffic, their sirens wailing. The officers inside, their faces set with determination, gripped their steering wheels tightly as they gave chase. Yet, even as they pursued the daring thieves, they maintained an air of composure, with one constable reaching for a thermos of hot tea, pouring a steaming cup for his colleague.
"Careful there, mate," the sergeant said, taking a sip from the offered cup. "We'll need to be at our best to catch these scoundrels."
The constable nodded, taking a sip of his own. "Aye, sir. Can't let a bit of excitement ruin a good cuppa, eh?"
As the police cars continued their pursuit, the Phantom Spider and his Minion accomplices sped through the winding streets of London, the stolen carriage carrying the terrified Queen Elizabeth II ever closer to their ultimate goal.
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