The Prince And The Green Pea Soup

Whenever the Empire State events were getting intense Prince Underwood would venture towards the main road and check out the view from King Philip’s Wall. With the sun descending the placid lake’s enchanting mist traditionally filtered magical romantic vibes throughout the territory. It was there during youth camp that his feelings came out while taking a walk with childhood friend Princess Saranac.

Maturity hormones swirled for years, and overnight Prince Underwood found himself on one knee proposing a lifelong commitment request.

“Yes, I would love to marry you, Prince Underwood,” she exclaimed, letting her waterfall flow. In the very near future the ceremony was scheduled, and Prince Underwood found himself shaken, stirred, needing a twist.

“Go west, my son,” a voice bellowed, “take the free paved road until it ends!”

“King Philip, ‘are you sure?’”

“Of course, I am sure, I am King Phillip,” the invisible announcer remarked, “and this is my wall. Get off it!”

Next day Prince Underwood packed his belongings and disappeared knowing King Philip would take care of any MIA issues.

Travelling across Death Squaw Valley, the next in line royal arrived where all the honey was made, “Entering Beehive Junction, Where The Buzz Comes From,” the road sign displayed, and Prince Underwood discovered a place and stopped. Amazingly the room had a pub as its board.

“Welcome to Chesters of the West,” a beautiful southern accent introduced her luring tempting setting, “it is named after my bulldog with the beautiful red eyes,”

“Bulldog?”

“Right there,” the teasing figure pointed, “I am Queen Bee and I control all the honeys.”

“All the honeys?” Prince Underwood questioned.

“Yes, Prince Underwood, all the honeys,”

“You know my name,” Prince Underwood seemed curious.

“My Uncle, your father told me you were headed this way.”

“Oh, I see in a brotherly love kind of way,”

“Well, come on in and you can call me Aunt Carolina,” the Queen Bee relaxed, “I am known for bringing the North, South differences together and as Petra would say, it’s a good place for a fill up,”

“Petra?” Prince Underwood inquired.

“Character I am working on,” the proprietor paused, “rest stop advertisements.”

After seating Prince Underwood Queen Bee Carolina retrieved menus, “you can have whatever is on the refrigerator manifest list, except for the blacked-out items.”

“They are all unavailable,” Prince Underwood honestly observed.

“Oh, shoot my cupboards are bare,” she closed her robe, “the bands came here and did the old, plop plop fizz fizz routine, totally wiped me out,”

“There is one item, the green pea soup,” Prince Underwood noticed.

“The Green Pea Soup, such a wonderful choice, your royal highness,”

A few minutes later Queen Bee Carolina returned, carrying a gigantic bowl, “here is your dinner, Prince Underwood.”

Picking up the spoon, the monarch son dined and had a delightful conversation, exchanging stimulating dialogue, admiring the seductive single lady serving him with a smile.

“Your too much,” his attractive Aunt commented.

“What do you think about kissing cousins?”

Starting blushing Queen Bee Carolina showed her cover magazine credibility, “your father coined the phrase.”

Both burst out laughing and Queen Bee Carolina summoned Bed Minister to prepare the quarters for her nephew. After a few more happy hours Prince Underwood went up the stairs and found his room. Upon entering he noticed the mattress size. It was huge!

“You have to jump into it,” Bed Minister advised imitating a hopping motion.

Pretending to be a Global track and field celebrity medalist Prince Underwood performed a running start and clearly made it onto the sleeping innerspring, scoring a ten.

“That was easy,” he thought.

“You should keep your feet elevated, my Prince,” Bed Minister strolled by sending another message.

Feeling he accomplished that task too, Prince Underwood found himself slowly drifting through the clouds not hearing the chuckling conversation down the hallway.

“I give it forty-five minutes,” Queen Bee Carolina snickered.

“I will get the janitor cleaning supplies ready,” Bed Minister informed.

Time clicked away and Prince Underwood departed into dreamland, having visions of being surrounded by unattached photogenic bathing suit fashion models partying with his aunt. Then it hit, his stomach started revolting and suddenly his eyes opened reminding him that he was halfway upside down.

Due to the queasy feeling, Prince Underwood’s body locked up while chilly shakes invaded, scaring the young adult. “What did I do?” He internally pleaded. Trapped and paralyzed Prince Underwood fought a mental battle trying to escape despite tight cover sheets and finally winning using his independent spirit. Slowly crawling into the bathroom, the innocent naïve lad pushed the toilet seat upward. With his head in the circular ceramic fixture a volcanic simulated eruption turned the commode basin below from a simple dumping ground into Pompeii.

A few minutes later Queen Bee Carolina hustled approaching the guest room, "Prince Underwood,” she called to Bed Minister, “he is now Prince Under the weather.”

“Not really, Aunt Carolina, I can see the hurricane eye swirl and the tornado tunnel disappear,” Prince Underwood described, “I must be Prince Above the weather.”

When Bed Minister joined, Queen Bee Carolina turned, “I guess the green pea soup turned Prince Underwood blue.”

“I guess so, Carolina,” Bed Minister agreed watching the future royal leader stand up shaken but not stirred.

Opening his eyes, he saw his Aunt Carolina in her lingerie nightgown and let out the biggest scream.

“Prince Underwood all I did was remove my dolled up make up.”

For the rest of the evening Prince Underwood slept soundly hugging a plastic bucket and when the sun beckoned, he was downstairs receiving breakfast in the establishment's promotional title 'bed and breakfast’.

“Did you see God?” Queen Bee Carolina investigated sipping her tea.

“Actually, I did,”

“And where are you going from here?”

Pulling out a wallet he presented a prom picture and showed it to his close relative, “she is your new Princess. Hope you approve?”

“I wouldn’t of giving you the green pea soup special if I did not approve,” Queen Bee Carolina smiled, “would you like to take some home?”

“Uh,” Prince Underwood paused, “Princess Saranac concocts wonderful corn chowder.”

After a few calendar months passed, Prince Underwood and Princess Saranac exchanged vows while Queen Bee Carolina wiped tears.

“Bed Minister,” she held back emotions, “did you prepare the bed?”

“Yes, my Queen I put the green pea under the mattress,”

“Then I will let Prince Underwood do the rest.”

“That is the plan,” Bed Minister clapped as the two kissed acknowledging them as husband and wife.