Meanwhile two of Overcast's fully armored guards were seen standing side by side at a decent distance with their sharp, black
tipped spears out and ready to attack while they stood tall and stationary. "...Didja'know Patsy's doin' a lunchrun f'Wags t'day?"
the guard on the left casually whispered without moving a muscle. "Really?? Man, she's the best. Makes my job a lot less borin',
I'll tell ya that" the guard on the right whispered back "ooooh does someone have a little crush ova' 'ere????" the left guard
quietly teased. "Dude just because I say that she makes this boring job a lot less boring doesn't mean that I l-" "no you like
heeerrr. You dooooo!~" he teased once more "just you wait until we change shifts ya dumb-" suddenly, extremely heavy breathing
and wheezes with slow, weighted, stomping pawsteps were faintly heard. Quickly causing the guards to look over at the
troubling noises to see a white labrador fitted in a black tuxedo with a golden chain around his neck, a brown striped shirt with
gray suspenders stretched over them, gray pants, some black polished shoes on his rear paws, used brass knuckles and
expensive rings on his large forepaws, and an old brown fedora right on his head as he held a large navy blue and green striped
present with a big bow on top with his green, shamrock-y magic. They saw that his entire body was all exaggeratedly droopy as
he'd slowly amble his way along the cracked landscape with his tongue held out from the heavy panting and wheezing he was
doing while his brows were angled upward and his eyes were all low and narrowed as his sweat had made his fur sopping wet.
Honestly they thought that he would just drop dead right then and there. But as their code says: 'never help someone who is dying
unless they're one of your own or if they're up to something fishy. Then just murder them.' So they just stood still and quiet and
completely ignored him as he'd collapse down to the hard ground with a loud and heavy thud. However despite this and
the thumping pain all over his boiling hot body, he'd somehow manage to slowly reach a paw forward and dig his ringed claws
into the hard, cracked soil before sloowly dragging himself forward with a wheeze before he did the same with the other paw
and made his back loudly crack. "Ow-" he coughed and dragged himself another inch forward before stopping to take a breather.
"Oh Gods-...what did I do 'ta deserve 'dis???? I didn't even steal anyone's wallet t'day!!" he questioned with a very strained voice
and narrowed eyes as he heavily breathed and wheezed. "What's it take t'see a great nephew 'deze days??" he complained before
coughing a little more and slowly looking forward to see how much longer he had to go.
However, instead of seeing some large, grandiose gate with a bunch of spikes and fire, he'd see a giant wall of nothing but
overgrown vines, mushrooms and shrubbery stretching out as far and wide as the eye can see with two fully armored guards
wielding weapons defensively standing in front of a very small and random portion of it. "...Holy shit..." Tony mumbled from
under his breath as he stared at this massive barrier of overgrowness with wide, terrified eyes while his body was
ironically frozen in place. He hadn't expected this whatsoever knowing his niece's personality...but that really just made it feel
even more uncanny than it already was to him. "What are you doing near the queen's premises?!" the left guard scoldingly
shouted at him which instantly caught his attention and made him stare at the two guards with those same widened eyes.
"Uh- i'm 'ere f'Alex's birthday. 'E's my great nephew..." he said with some desperation to his voice as he casually pulled an old,
fat wallet out of his pocket with his magic and opened it up. Causing a whole string of family photos to cartoonishly dangle
right out and show many old pictures of his nieces, his brother, his sister-in-law and a very old photo of two old labradors. "I
don'got pickchas of Alex yet, but y'can trust me when I say 'dat 'e's my great nephew 'an i'm gonna teach 'im how 'ta get away
wit' tax evasion....an' give 'im 'iz gift." He said with more sternness to his voice as he blinked twice and closed up his wallet
before putting it right back in his pocket while the guards blankly stared down at him from behind their thick helmets. "Oh
nonono, don't worry sir we'd never accuse you of such a thing. We deeply apologize for the inconvenience and the accusations of
you trespassing and for ignoring you sir." One of the guards frantically said before quickly padding over to him in their
jangling suits of armor. One of them would bow before the brute while the other would help Tony back up on his fours and
carefully brush the dust off him with their metallic paw. "There you go sir, would you like me to hold the prince's gift for you?"
the same guard kindly asked as Tony looked down at them with a scorned look. "...No. I'd like ya t'ged away from me an' bring me
t'my niece's castle" he replied rather aggressively "yes right away sir, follow us" he quickly responded before padding back over
to the wall with his spear as their partner followed right behind them shortly after. Tony blinked twice before rolling his eye and
following them as well "what freaks..." he muttered to himself.
