You see, the fact of the matter was, Charles had never gone anywhere at all. Meaning, “this here blondie” was, indeed, Charles himself.
When Charles woke up that bright and early cursed dawn and saw his reflection in his sword, his first reaction was that he was still asleep. His second was that this was a bad dream.
His third was oh, fuck.
Now, he couldn’t very well face his brother like this – or anyone for that matter -especially not after that little stunt he pulled the day before, with pretending to be a girl and all, trying to trick him into thinking that they were all really cursed. Stupid mermaids and their fugly hats. Charles didn’t care about that one bit.
What he did care about was getting back to the way he was, but while he looked like this, there was no way he was admitting he was Charles Winnchester. Charles Winnchester did not dress up like a girl. So he had to improvise, come up with an alter persona that had taken over Charles for the time being. Luckily his dumb little brother had dropped the name Chester –who better but his blond sister? She was the very essence of a ditzy blond. Or at least he thought so. And for now he would just have to put up with being “Chester,” the dear, time-traveling sister.
“Char-Chester, so I had this great idea,” Winn jogged a bit to catch up.
“Really? Well it better not be horizontal stripes, because those are so two seasons ago,” Charles replied offhandedly. He had to admit, he had quite a flair for this type of impersonation.
“No see, if Charles would here, he’d lop off the head of the toothpaste tyrant no problem, but the problem still wouldn’t be solved, right?”
“Well, I wouldn’t kn-”
“Because what we really need to do is reform their health care system and bring toothpaste to the worl- kingdom before tomorrow!” Winn paused. “That is what we have to do, isn’t it?”
“Yes, yes that’s exactly what we need to do,” Charmaine sighed.
“So my plan is this –we need to gain the trust of the people, win over their hearts! Then we’ll start a coup, a revolt, a revolution!” Winn posed emphatically.
“And how exa-”
“And this is exactly where you come in, dear sister. We shall win them over with ou- your good looks and influence the whole kingdom!”
Chester-Charles blushed smugly and flipped her hair before getting into a dreamy pose and smiling up at nonexisting cameras.
“'I had onions at lunch. I had garlic dressing at dinner. But he'll never know, because I stay kissing sweet, the new
“Yes! That’s it! That’s perfect!” Winn gestured dramatically, backing up to give his sister room. “Like Marilyn Monroe in The Seven Year Itch! And you’re the only one who can play the part! With this, there’ll be no one that could say no to us!”
“What’s this about toothpaste, huh?” a low voice grumbled.
Winn gulped, having just bumped into the owner of said grumbly voice. He slowly turned around and saw none other but King Georgey himself.
“Oh, heh, hi, hello …sir,” Winn smiled nervously. “We’re um…volunteer PR agents, working to improve the images of today’s world’s leaders! How would you like a run-through?”
