Pip kicks open the castle gate. 'The Crown is gone!' she shouts to the empty courtyard.
Dust motes dance in the sunlight as she scans for clues.
King Bumble demands a search of every subject's pockets and purses.
'No searching without permission,' she declares firmly.
The King waves his hand impatiently, trying to reach into a baker’s flour sack.
The baker drops a baguette; it rolls away with a soft thud.
Suddenly, the Crown falls from the King’s own hat with a loud clatter.
Pip hands the Crown back to the surprised King, who bows deeply.