"Go on, you deserve a little reward," whispered The Devil, who enjoyed visiting in Rex's stomach whenever he could. ""What's the hurry with that crown? The Princess is getting along fine without it."
"I could just have a nice little drink all to myself," thought The Penguin. "It's good to have a little quiet time, even if it is in a slimy stomach."
Waddles, the Penguin Angel--who did not like visiting Rex's stomach at all, made an emergency trip to offer advice: "Leave the bottle now. Get the crown now. Bring it back right away. Then you can have quiet time."
The Devil--as he will-- offered different advice: "Think of how much better you'll feel if you reward yourself first. You know how things are."
Waddles countered: "You know how things are when you hang out with The Pirate. Things don't have to be that way. You can be better than that."
"The Pirate is your friend," The Devil insisted. "He can't help it if he's exciting and selfish."
"If he's such a friend," said Waddles, "why did you get turned into a can of sardines?"
"It's The Monkey's fault," sneered The Devil. "They had the crown. I just offered them a nice banana and they forgot all about it."
"Don't you let him tempt you like he did with the Monkeys," said Waddles.
The Penguin thought a moment, and wondered how bad would it be if he asked for some sardines to go with the booze?
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