After a very boring talk about ‘if you are planning to dominate the world do it properly', the duke and the duchess where sent to their palace room to think about what they did or what they didn't do properly. Luckily the two had prepared a backup plan incase plan A failed (which as a matter of fact had happened). They both were bewildered as to what happened. They were asking themselves the same question ‘how the hell did they survive the building falling on them'.
Luckily the kings and queens had not disabled the phone. The duchess rang the duke. ‘What do we do now, will we execute plan B or is that putting us at risk too.' ‘I don't know. What you need to do is to be as nice to the queens as possible, suck up to them and crap like that, likewise with myself and the kings. In the meantime be thinking of another plan that isn't as dangerous as plan B.' ‘meet me in the courtyard at midnight to set up the plan we decide on.' ‘How do you know if we will come up with a plan?' ‘Because if we don't we're screwed!!' ‘Damb right we are.' ‘What do you mean damb right we are? We aren't screwed yet and don't be so perceptive of our failure, so just meet me in the courtyard at midnight. Goodbye.' ‘Yes, goodbye.'
Meanwhile, the king David and the queen Kim had gone for a stroll in the rose gardens. ‘Kim, I have something to tell you that is extremely serious. But I am not sure how to say it to you; it is hard for me to express my feeling towards you.' ‘You do realize that you have just given a big hint and I know what you mean by it. Yes is my answer to the question you have asked me or what you were going to ask me.' ‘Cool.' ‘Cool.'
While this highly interesting conversation was going on (note the sarcasm), the king Conor and the queen Meghan were checking the spy's and surveillance cameras to see if they were working, when an idea dawned on the king Conor.‘We should get more guards in. This palace is too big for the amount of guards we have at the moment. Yes, my idea is ingenious. I will arrange for it to be done tomorrow.' ‘Sure.' ‘What does that mean?' ‘What does what mean?' ‘What does ‘sure' mean?' ‘Nothing.' ‘Fine. I am going to bed, goodnight.' ‘Goodnight.' But queen Meghan knew that this was just another one of king Conor's stupid ideas. This was simply another for his collection.
At midnight the duke and duchess meet in the courtyard. ‘Have you got a plan' asked the duchess. ‘Yes but it's a bit extreme.' ‘Well tell me already!' ‘Ok, we unleash an entire swimming pool of flesh eating bugs on the palace while we safely watch them from a helicopter.' The duchess was quiet for a moment. To break the silence the duke asked ‘what do you think?' ‘I am wondering if you actually think that the plan you just described to me is even possible.' She said in a stern voice. ‘Sure it's possible.' ‘Don't you think that they will notice a swimming pool full of flesh eating bugs or do you think they are blind?' ‘Well let's see you come up with something better.' ‘Ok then. How about we hire ninjas to assassinate them in their sleep.' ‘Fine that sounds slightly better but we will keep my plan as plan B ok.' ‘Whatever you say, as long as you agree to do my plan my way.' ‘Fine, goodnight.' ‘Goodnight, we will execute ‘plan assassinate' tomorrow at midday.' And so the wheels of betray were in motion. We wait until tomorrow.