A line of students stand at the bottom of the curly slide, some with appointments and some summoned by the king himself. "Wait, the king will get to all of you in due time!" One of his guards yells as he holds out his hand and adjusts his shades.

"Absolutely not. How dare you ask such a thing of your king, weasel!" King Bob sounds outraged at the requestee stood before him. "Guards, remove this man from my site before I lose my patience." The guards scale the climbing gym, and drag Randal away from the monkey bars.

"Fool," King Bob grumbles, rubbing his baseball helmet crown with a clenched hand. "Ugh. Such a request from a snitch, a teachers pet. Despicable. Asking to be allowed to rent the kickball court and rent it to other kids? That would cause a riot..." he grumbles.

"Scribe, call up the next in line." He waves an absent minded hand at the glasses wearing and notepad baring boy, who scurries off. He perks up a bit upon seeing you, who he had requested. "Ah, New Kid. Leave us, scribe. I wish to speak to the new kid in private."