Quest for the Golden Waffle

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Chapter 1: A Vacation On The Occasion
Pi Island, Dorkugal 12:30 PM, December 19

The sun smiled cheerfully through as the ebbing tide slowly but surely drew back from the Dorkugese coast. Silver sand sparkled resplendently, beautifully contrasting with the deep blue waters of Pie Bay. It was a perfect day to go to the indoor beach, so it wasn’t much of a surprise when The Antics Brothers turned up at the bay first thing on their vacation to Dorkugal. The brothers were pretty popular throughout the USA, especially in Dorkugese culture. Most said it was because Fred, the older and geekier one, was Dorkugal’s beloved delegate on the South Pole Council. Whatever it was, the two brothers were just famous, and they didn’t care. They didn’t live in a huge mansion, castle, or palace. The brothers lived in separate igloos (the normal kind of igloo, mind you) across the street. And they didn’t walk around in rich clothes or anything like that. Most of the time, the brothers wore casual, everyday clothing, along with their trademark hats: Explorer wore a red propeller hat and Fred wore a purple graduation cap. On that particular morning, the two brothers were lying back in deck chairs, patiently awaiting the arrival of the smoothie-mobile. “Ahhh,” sighed Fred as he gazed around the perfectly simulated artificial beach. “It’s amazing what you can do with computer technology and holograms.” “Huh,” muttered Explorer, who wasn’t a big fan of artificial simulations. “It would be better if they actually let us ‘’go outside’’.” “Well,” insisted Fred, “at least it’s ‘’safe’’ in here. What if there was a tsunami outside, huh?” “But it’s not natural!” cried Explorer. “It doesn’t come ‘’anywhere’’ near close to the real beaches I’ve seen. Tell me, where are all the seashells? Or how about the starfishes? Huh?” “There ‘’are’’ seashells here, Explorer!” Fred said in exasperation as he bent down and picked up an artificial conch. “And here’s a starfish. See?” “Pah!” snorted Explorer, tossing away the fake starfish that Fred had given him. “It’s not real! I want ‘’natural’’ stuff here, not some stupid simulated sunshine or something!” “Did you just call that brilliant artificial sunshine ‘stupid’?!” shouted Fred as he jumped up to confront Explorer. “It’s energy saving!” “Oh, yeah?” Explorer retorted. “The sun doesn’t have to be plugged into some silly socket or anything. And it doesn’t burn out either!” Explorer and Fred were now standing up in fighting position, flippers curled into angry fists. Everyone inside the indoor beach was staring at the two arguers, wondering what would happen next.

To be continued...