This one, for instance. Definitely a zombie. She was invited to the wedding of the PR Expert and the Investment

    We thought sparks would fly, and get caught in people’s hair. Didn’t happen. The Hair-Shedding Hairdresser whisked the Flame-Throwing Dance

  The Navy Captain has got it bad. His crush, the Queen, went to scout camp for some marshmallow-toasting and ghost

  Now she has just discovered the joy of the Octopus Ride, and, worrisomely, will not get off the one

    Prince Philip has just journeyed London-style around Perthville, sight-seeing from the top of a yellow bus. He’s taken a fervent

    Robots are meant to be servants of their masters. So when a robot runs amok and leaves a wreck in

  Buckingham Palace was today relocated to a dress-circle location at the top of Perthville’s highest hill. The instigator was

    This demure little person heard about a plot to poison her, and deftly moved away before the deed was

    The Cat Burglar started off pretty little, but these days is capable of much bigger things. She targeted the Queen

These guys in green should strike intimidation into any rebels involved in Perthville’s latest riot. Led by the Three Star

  And who are we? Just Her Majesty, again. Why take the blame on oneself when one can blame “we”, right? The Queen

    No, Marie Antoinette never told anyone to eat cake. Ever. “Let the Queen Eat Cake” is the new catch-cry of