Author's Note: Time for the standard disclaimer and whatnot.
Firstly, I owe not these charters nor do I make any profit from this story.
Secondly, this was inspired by something that someone said on one of the DVD commentaries regarding having an entire episode where " . . . nothing happened." sic
Third, yes, it does follow in the lines of continuity of all my other fanfics – "Preludes and Beginnings," "Year One," "The Elfsong of Eternia," "The Crossroads of Destiny," "Prophecy & Change," "Just Another Day," "Liberty and Valor," "Manifest Destiny," "Roots," "Deus Ex Machina," "My Blue Reflection," "The Final Adventure," "A Winter's Heart," and "The Shroud of the Horde."
I'd like to dedicate this fanfic to my fellow He-Fans Classic Cowboy and Jukka. Just for the heck of it.
Now . . . time for the show!
The Day That Nothing Happened
It was a splendid morning on Eternia. As the sun rose, the birds began singing. Shopkeepers opened up their tables, laying out various products, both edible and inedible. The gates to the city were thrown open in anticipation of visitors from various lands. And in the homes of the city and the great kitchen of the Palace, cooks and chefs of a many number of shape and sizes and types started on what was considered the most important meal of them all: breakfast.
Hashbrowns, pancakes, waffles, eggs, ham, bacon, toast, jerky, doughnuts, bagels, muffins, cereal, served with jams, jellies, ketchup, syrup, honey, butter, peanut butter, and along with coffee, milk, juice, or even (for one or two grizzled visitors) a shot of whisky.
Ah, yes, it was going to be beautiful day, one ripe with possibilities and potential. However, as King Randor emerged from his slumber just after dawn, he was in no such good mood. His eyes met with the royal schedule, planned out by the various secretaries and the Royal Council. And when his eyes met with the royal schedule, his eyes did in fact meet with the enemy.
"Damnation!" he swore loudly.
Queen Marlena sat up from her sleep, eyes wide. She looked to her husband, wondering just what could cause him to yell out so loudly.
"Randor! What is it? Has something happened?" she quickly asked, tearing away from the sleepiness that usually lingered when one is woken in such a fashion.
"This! THIS!" he shouted, waving the royal schedule around.
Marlena snatched the schedule from his hand and looked at it. "Ah, yes. I thought this was coming up soon."
Randor grumbled something inaudible. Marlena giggled a little. The entire schedule had been cleared out – save for breakfast, lunch, and dinner – and was filled with only two words: Royal Budget.
"We'll work on it together, dear," she told him, wrapping her arms around his waist.
Randor smiled a little. "All right." He then leaned to kiss her, but Marlena backed away quickly.
"Yuck! Dragon breath! Go brush your teeth!"
Marlena walked off to go call for breakfast, leaving Randor in their bedroom alone. "Of all the Earth phrases she has, 'Dragon Breath' has always made the least amount of sense to me," he said to himself quietly as he pulled out a few scrolls. "They don't even have Dragons on Earth!"
Marlena, overhearing this, smiled. She pulled on her robe and went out into the corridor. As she did so, Adam was walking by, wearing a fishing hat and loaded up with fishing gear. By his side was Cringer.
"Hey Mom," he said, smiling and waving his hand casually.
"Where are you going?" she asked.
"Training with Teela," he said, adjusting his grasps on the baitbox and fishing rod.
Marlena smiled. "Catch a nice big one for me, dear."
"You got it!"
With that, Adam turned the corner. Marlena collected the mornings messages from a nearby steward. Not ten seconds later did Teela come walking down the hallway, looking stern.
"Have you seen Prince Adam, your majesty?" she asked.
Marlena smiled to herself. "He said he was off training with you, dear."
Teela growled to herself and continued to stalk the hallways. Marlena chuckled a little and re-entered her bedchamber. As soon as she did, two large arms came in and wrapped themselves around her affectionately.
"Oh Marlena," Randor cooed, kissing her with just-brushed breath. "Let us throw ourselves into the grasp of love and cast away these responsibilities."
Tempted to fight it, Marlena instead gave in. "All right, mister, but as soon as we're done it's budget time."
Randor loosened his grasp on her and stepped away, defeated. "Damn. Can't we just blow off the budget and just . . .?"
"No. Now, let's get started . . ."
Man-At-Arms looked up from the engine of the Talon Fighter and saw Adam standing in front of him, looking ready for fishing.
"Morning Adam," Duncan greeted. "Going fishing?"
"What about training with Teela?"
Adam shrugged. "Whoops."
"Hmmm," Duncan replied. "Well, before you go, do me a favor and check in with the Sorceress? Just to be safe. I don't want to be sucker punched."
Adam reached back and touched the Sword of Power. He then concentrated his thoughts northward, to Castle Grayskull.
Good morning, Prince Adam! she returned, their minds linked. He could see her in Castle Grayskull, and it actually looked like she was . . . dusting? Is there something the matter?
No, just making sure there were no threats or problems, he replied.
Not that I am aware of, no. Last I checked, there is no offensive activity from Snake Mountain.
Adam shook his head happily at Duncan. "Nothin' to report, Duncan."
"Then have a good time."
Adam had just turned around . . . when he found Teela standing right in front of him. "There you are!" she shouted.
"Just where do you think you're going? We've got a training session!"
"Fishing," Adam answered.
"Oh, I don't think so."
"Why don't you come with me?" he offered.
"Teela," Duncan said, standing from the Talon Fighter. "It's all right."
Teela bit her lip, considering it. "I don't know. I don't even have a fishing rod . . ."
Duncan walked over to the garage wall and pulled one down. "Here you go."
Adam grinned. "It'll be fun!"
Teela sighed. "All right."
"Yay!" Adam then dug his hand into a sack that hung from his belt. "Mind if we get some breakfast before we go?"
After filling up on a massive stack of pancakes, Orko found a nice little spot underneath a tree. He then opened up his hat and pulled out a long box and set it down in front of him. Tossing off the lid of the box, a golden light came pouring out.
Orko put both his hands into the light and started an enchantment. "Comics, comics, from other worlds! Bring comics that I'll read for hours!"
The box suddenly filled to the brim with comic books. Orko smiled and pulled out the first one. Leaning against the tree, he started to read.