Where Is The Gold Cup, Princess?

While heading home from a Spanish mission where she showed her diplomatic power a Princess was feeling nervous after noticing the Gold Cup feature that was used to collect for charities was missing.

Looking up to Father the young lady uttered the question, “when I was talking to that victor who called me a subjectivist, where was the Gold Cup?” Father eyes started to bulge, “you let an athlete call you a subjectivist?”

“He was a victor, Father?”

“You let the subjectivist caller get away with the Gold Cup! Princess Zoe, I should put you in your place.”

Back in the village where the royals were returning home from the entrepreneur who uttered the word ‘subjectivist’ was back experimenting with electricity trying to invent something new to whew the public.

“Perotto,” a high pitch voice called in the darkness, “you were a long shot to be a victor and you had a good pay day I was just wondering, how did this good fortune come to you?”

Stopping his work Perotto went to the window and saw a man standing below, “I gained my experience,” he started his legend to the note taker, “sailing down the Liftey River and when I reached Dublin a little Leprechaun approached with a pot of gold.”

“He made you a winner I see,” the scribe kept writing, “Ever hear of the Roman Emperor Quintillus?”

Perotto shook his head in a negative fashion, “well he was a champion of the Senate than he was handed more power and quickly left this earth.”

“What are you getting at?” Perotto asked not wanting an answer before shutting the window only to be haunted by the painting that hung on the living room wall. On the television the newscaster was doing a report, “Our Britannia leader Princess Zoe lost her stake early today when a mob created a stir and the Gold Cup filled with donations disappeared, King George V who took two steps back allowed the royal to speak to the event victor who called her a ‘subjectivist.’” It was then he remembered when his elder was awarded a Dubai honor only to find himself out of the money.

Peering out the window King George V pondered the financial plight and did not think about the half hour difference between the time Princess Zoe was on stage and traveling home, “I remember being with the Siskany Army once and I ran so fast I could have been a victor,”

Suddenly with a parachute on his back for show Sir Lamorak one of the round table knights burst into the room, “King George the fifth,” he bellowed and the country leader raised his brow.

“The V stands for Victor, Sir Lamorack,” the King corrected, “do I ever ask why it is not a square table?”

“Sorry your highness, I know King George V ictor you have a lot at stake right now,” Sir Lamorack started his pitch, “but I do have a sure-fire way how you can look like a winner and get the pounds back for the needy.”

“Do tell,” King George Victor found himself interested.
Later, before the midnight hour Princess Zoe was watching the night owl news and cringed when they showed the riot footage that happened when the victor addressed Princess Zoe as a ‘subjectivist.’

“You could be a little bit more objective in your opinion,” Princess mumbled returning to her textbook explaining the American pork barrel spending pyramid. Danny her protector laughed relaxing in his chair, “what do you find so funny?” The Princess wanted to know.

“You are such a Princess Zoe, the needy wanted their money back so they took it,”

“But I am supposed to do that,” Princess Zoe replied, “that is how it works, that is my job.”

Both heard a commotion in the hallway and Danny jumped to his feet as the Princess followed him to the room’s door. When the gateway opened Lord Rapscallion, the rocker was holding a gold cup like it was a tip jar. “Where did you get that Gold Cup that I let the ‘subjectivist’ run away with?”

“It’s not a gold cup, Princess Zoe, it is a lamp I bought from and electrical inventor Perotto, see,” Lord Rapscallion turned on the light.

“Oh Lord Rapscallion!” Princess Zoe was furious as Danny stormed out and wrestled the entertainer to the ground, “Danyah!” Princess Zoe yelled the command putting the situation into place.

Following the melee Princess Zoe brought the Gold Cup inside and Danny retired for the evening. Plugging it into the wall she decided to display it by the window so that everyone could see the Gold Cup’s brightness.

King George the Victor soon entered having a tired appearance, “Sir Lamorak and I have been moving pounds around all night understanding what was at stake,” he told her the truth, “and after crunching the numbers, here is a check to replace the donation money.”

“Is this pork barrel spending like an American?”

“No, my dear, it is the Bucking Ham Palace stake,” King George the Victor responded, “and you are the Highfield Princess traveling throughout the land with a winning image.”