It was night-time, and the two gentlemen had just finished drinking the entire bottle of whiskey.
They were now both extremely drunk, and without any idea of what they were doing.
Laughing together, a woman from the campsite knocked on the door to their cabin.
Charles almost fell when he went to answer it.
"Hello, I just wanted to let you two gentleman know that if you were thinking about going fishing tonight, there's going to be a pretty bad storm coming in soon, so make sure you stay in your cabins tonight." The stranger informed them.
That's when Charles got a wicked gleam in his eye.
"Yeah, alright, sure. We'll uh, we'll stay..." Charles slurred with a dubious tone.
"Alrighty, then. Good night to y'all. Uh- I mean, Your Majesty..." The camper did a small curtsey to them, and left, without suspecting the King's intentions.
"I have an idea..." Charles said, closing the door, while almost tripping again.
"What is it?" Arthur asked with curiosity, getting up from his seat.
"Let's go fishing!" The King boomed.
"B-but that lady just said that a storm was coming..." Arthur said, managing to only just maintain the coherent thought.
"AH! She doesn't know what she's talking about!" He said, swinging his arm, trying to sway him once again.
"I don't know..."
"I'll bet... you're just scared that I'll catch more fish than you..." The King said with a challenging tone.
"Oh yeah? Why don't you put your money where your big mouth is?" Arthur challenged him back.
"Alright then, I'll give you a MILLION dollars if you catch the most fish. How about it?" The King said, having lost his sense of reason.
"Alright, then." They shook on it and went to find their fishing gear.
They were out in the ocean "fishing" when the storm started to hit.
"Aww, the sky's crying..." Arthur said hazily.
Both he and the King couldn't help but laugh at his idiotic comment.
"It's just raining, dummy." The King told Arthur trying to stop his laughter.
They began laughing so much, that they lost track of the storm in their stupor.
Their boat had drifted so far out in the ocean, that their campsite was no longer visible anymore.
The harsh waves started to violently rock the boat.
When the drunken pair finally realized the danger, they stopped laughing and began to realize their stupidity of going out at night.
"What have we done...?" Arthur said, trying to get them back to shore.
Charles started to help him.
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The Princess and the Scientist
FanfictionThis is an Alvin and the Chipmunks story, but I decided to make it different. I know this may sound a little silly to you, but this is how I wanted to write it. Alvin, Simon, and Theodore aren't related in this story. (This is mostly a simonette fan...
