Follows me up this hill now. Oh look, there is two cats carrying a big

box - and someone walkin along beside. Oh - du you suppose it is

treasure - golden coins, jewels? Oh phooey, it's not treasure - it's

Queen Bitsy. She is being carried in her Royal Litter. And, let's see,

Opie and Garfield are carrying her. (Oh my ... poor Garfield) And dat

is Commissioner Billy-Bub Chester of the Kassle Kopz walking along.

Maybe he is her bodyguard, do you suppose?

 

Look - they stopped. Why? I'm going to sneak up closer so I ken hears

what they says. Oh - eeeee, what a smell! (Holding nose here.) Now

they wents into the Chateau. I'll follow them.

Queen: Commissioner Billy-Bub! Have them stop here! I must powder my nose.

Comm: But yer highness, we iz nearly there. Can't ya wait till we git to tha Shattoe?

Queen: Do not argue, it is urgent! And pull the curtain across so no one will spy me at my toilette!

Opie: Oboy, I izz glad ta git a chance ta rest. She shure izz hevvy!

Garfield: Are you sure we're going to the levy? I don't fink I can go another step.

Opie: Peeyew! I hoap we kin get goin again, faster!

Garfield: You say we are in a pasture? I thought the air seemed tainted!

Comm: Nah, that's jist tha Queen havin a touch of dysentery. Ya git used to it after awhile.

Queen: Well! I feel much better knowing my nose is not shiny. But my gown has gotten terribly soiled from this filthy litter! I must change when we reach the Chateau. I do hope there is a decent costume left fur me. Well, what are you waiting fur? Let us purrceed!