Two Hours Later.

Incredibly long flying saucer ride filled with yapping upon yaps from his younger brother, Pecan Pie Frog swore his ears were about to fall right off. All Chess Pie Frog ever talked about was his dumb little competitive digital keychain games he had been collecting for the past hundred years. Why did the three hyena demons always have to listen to his nonsense with smiling faces? It just made the flying road trip a whole lot longer.

Flying tart saucer parking in the lot, Pecan Pie Frog wanted to turn around right this instant. Honestly, what point was there in coming here anyway? Why did he need to check on this new youth center that he didn't approve of in the first place? They already had a basketpie court! Two, even. It's not like the youths couldn't use the ones that already existed prior. He didn't understand these people at all.

"Why do you look like you ate a sour lemon pie, bro?" Chess Pie Frog asked. "You need to look alive!"

Unpuckering his lips, he turned his head off towards the opposite direction. As if he wanted to be here. Everything would be better if no one needed him to look in on things, and he could just be on the piesball court all day long! That's how everything should be, but no, of course it wasn't, he had to run this government. Ho hum, everything was better when he was nothing more than his parent's right hand demon.

Doors slammed all the way open, a large, educational building soon awaited him. Classrooms aplenty, he could not help but feel a chunk of pie be cut out from his head. Since when did this youth center double as a sports school? But, he threw out such thoughts to bat. Ah, whatever. This had nothing to do with him anyway. He shouldn't even be here right now.

Super tall demon wearing a suit with coattails and adorning a monocle and crumpet cookie wings, he almost wanted to wrestle this dude to the ground. Someone from the Nut Shores ordered the construction of this youth sports center? Who died and made him in charge of this? They're not even from here! Whatever, not like it mattered.

"Sir Chancellor Pecan Pie, pleasure to have you here today," the crumpet winged demon said, bowing his head. "We have been working hard on the basketpie court and the flying saucer tart racetrack in the sky. Would it be alright if we trouble you to inspect it for us?"

Polite demand coming his way, Pecan Pie Frog almost wanted to turn around. That was why he was called here? Come on now, anyone can inspect this basketpie court. He had more important things to get done right now. But, he knew he didn't have a choice but to accept. If he didn't, Blackberry Tart Hyena would blow him down the pie hole. Best to avoid that.

"Kill the formalities, just chancellor will do just fine," Pecan Pie Frog forced himself to say. "I'll take a look, but you'll be taking me up to the sky, got it?"

"Of course sir, that is no problem for me." He led the way as he said such.

Hearing a little digital device playing loud beeping noises from behind him, Pecan Pie Frog grit his teeth hard. Turning towards the back of him, his infernal brother's face glowed as his stupid little pet toy had been ready to eat up all the electricity of this place. Oh, he didn't look professional, huh? He needed to grow up? Look at his brother, playing a game while at a meeting. Hearing ferocious whispers, he turned away.

"Chess Pie Frog, ya better put that dumb toy of yers away and pay attention!" Blackberry Tart Hyena whispered.

"But, I'm in the middle of a competition right now," Chess Pie Frog fired back.

"Pause it?" Pot Pie Demon whispered. "You're making us look bad."

"Why do all you older adult demons always say that? 'You can pause it!' No, I can't. I'm literally in a live match right now?" Chess Pie Frog asked in a defiant tone.

"Kiddo, we've told you countless times now to not play games while on the job," Pudding Pie Elf whispered. "Finish that match as soon as possible and put that thing away."

Everyone bickering behind him, the chancellor's shoulders grew cold. Look at Pudding Pie Elf enabling him by letting him continue to play his dumb little game. Why did he ever ask his young kin to help him run this government? He was less interested than he was sometimes! Whatever, not his problem. Let the others deal with this.

Soon reaching a gigantic basketpie court with high quality equipment aplenty, Pecan Pie Frog's jaw almost dropped. How did this school even afford to build this? How much budget did they even borrow? Alright, he changed his mind, this place was radical. He shouldn't have ever disapproved of it at any given point.

"Very impressive," Pecan Pie Frog said almost stumbling on his words. "What technology did you use to build such advanced basketpie courts?"

"We contacted Countess Peanut Sprite from our home kingdom to help build this with her powers," the butler demon said. "She's very efficient at getting things done with a flick of a wrist."

Hearing such, the chancellor almost wanted to take back his praise right about now. They just outsourced the work to someone else, huh? Pitiful. But, he zippered the lip. Don't waste his time to say anything about it, it would do him no good anyway. Leaving the basketpie court behind, a small flan shaped hoverboard had been holstered underneath his sticky feet.

Reaching a rather intricate flying saucer tart racetrack, the chancellor let out a sigh. Let him guess, Countess Peanut Sprite assisted them in making this too, didn't they? His parents should have never allowed for foreign adversaries to do as they pleased here. What if another kingdom tried to attack from above? Not to mention, flight traffic was about to get so much worse? Shut this stupid thing down.

"A lot of the kids here really wanted a flying tart saucer race course up here," the butler demon said. "So, I built one for them."

No mention of foreign adversaries, the chancellor could feel his heart soften like a melting yogurt pie. Eh, he supposed he gets it. Everyone was always asking him, Mr. Chancellor sir, where's the flying tart saucer racetrack? Mr. Chancellor sir, please make a flying tart sauce racetrack! He had his own dreams of that when he was a little spry impling himself. Couldn't blame them.

"Go ahead and host races up here, I'll see to it that it gets fully funded," Pecan Pie Frog said in a proud tone, but such had soon been interrupted.

"Uh, yer kidding, right, chancellor?" Blackberry Tart Hyena whispered. "We ain't got no funds fer that."

"Oh, gee, and who was the one who went and funded these projects in the first place knowing we hardly have the money for it, hmm?" Pecan Pie Frog bit back. "I'll figure it out. Quit backseat ruling." He then turned towards the butler. "Consider this project approved to go forward."

"Thank you so much Sir Chancellor Pecan Pie," the butler demon said bowing his head.

Returning towards the educational center's entranceway, Pecan Pie Frog tapped his sticky feet upon the ground. Brother still playing his stupid digital keychain games, he was ready to swipe away every single one of them. As usual, he wasn't engaged in any of this at all! He really needed to kick him out of this governing body. But, that hardly mattered right now, there were other matters to attend to.

"That's done and dusted," Pecan Pie Frog said to the party of three who was actually engaged. "What's the other thing you all left out and failed to mention to me?"

Toot, toot, toot, toot.

But, an awkward silence soon followed as a rather familiar bell tooted. Oh, great, someone had challenged them to Kingdom Warfare now? Was this the other thing Pudding Pie Elf was supposed to tell him? He should have mentioned that first instead of going to the Youth Sports Center! Awesome, just swimming. He swore he told these dudes a millpie times by now that news about attacks came first!

"I think you can guess," Pot Pie Demon said. "Sweet and Sour Kingdom challenged us to a piesball match."

"Those rulebreakers?!" Pecan Pie Frog cried. "I've you a hundpie times now to never accept challenges from them!"

"They demanded we do, and threatened to blow up the entire country if we don't," Pudding Pie Elf said, sighing. "So, we did without telling you."

Hyena trio backseat ruling once again, Pecan Pie Frog folded his slimy palm into a fist. Oh his gooseberry pie, who died and let these demons decide everything for him? Outrageous. They could have said no and put up the steel borders to block them out, but no, they had to give into their demands! Nice going, Pot Pie Demon, smooth moves Pudding Pie Elf, this is all their fault.

"But, like, doesn't Sweet and Sour Kingdom only have two surviving members left of their main line of defense?" Chess Pie Frog asked, tapping away on his dumb toy. "They hardly stand a chance against us, don't they?"

"If ya looked up from yer little keychain fer just a second, ya'd know that they went over to Blueberry House and yoinked some of their gangtas to reach a team of nine!" Blackberry Tart Hyena cried.

"Oh," Chess Pie Frog replied, dumbfounded. "We're cooked."

"We're not cooked, shut your pie hole!" Pecan Pie Frog cried, running. "Hurry up, and head to the quiz bowl tv station now!"

Running at lightning speed, the chancellor grit his teeth. Oh, this was just great, just wonderful. That stupid Sweet and Sour Kingdom had teamed up with some annoying, violent brutes from Blueberry House. Their gooseberry pies were so cooked. Speeding up his run into a hop, he could feel the spikes ready to pop him off any second now.

What a pleasant day this was turning out to be.

Pleasantly horrible!