Princess and the Pea Chapter 25

Wow, I'm already at Chapter 25.  Amazing.

Chapter 25:
Marilynn and Samson felt as if they were falling down a deep, dark tunnel. The fall seemed endless, as they tumbled wordlessly down. Marilynn gulped while Samson held his breath.
Finally, they landed with a thump. Marilynn groaned and rubbed her head. Samson blinked a few times.
“Is that you…?” Familiar voices called out to them. Marilynn opened her eyes, and found herself staring into the faces of her parents.
“Mother! Father! You are all here!” She hugged them, tears running down her face.
Samson was surrounded by his parents, too. He couldn’t believe his eyes.
“Why are you all down here?” Marilynn asked.
Queen Sandra sighed. “We’ve all been captured. I can’t believe it. We’ve been outsmarted by those witches.”
King William growled. “But I’m sure we’ll be able to defeat them in the end,” he said. “We just need patience.”
Marilynn smiled. “Patience, for one,” she stated. “But we also need rest. We, as in Prince Samson and I, are exhausted.”
Queen Lily suddenly perked up. “Oh, just a question,” she said. “You found us before. We saw you looking through a pea.”
Prince Samson nodded. “Yes, we did. The pea is in Linda’s wretched room. Somehow, we’re all trapped in it.”
The room was silent. Marilynn and Samson took the time to examine their surroundings. They were trapped in a large prison cell, with loads of hay stacked near them. There was a small window too high for them to reach, and metal bars blocking the exit.
“We need to get out,” Marilynn said. “We can’t do anything if we don’t. Please, let us think of some ideas.”
“You got us out of prison last time, dear,” Queen Sandra smiled. “You are the one with all the good ideas.”
“Thank you, mother,” Marilynn beamed. And then they were all quiet.
Marilynn darted her eyes around the room, trying to find some sort of clue. They couldn’t squeeze through the bars, they couldn’t pick the lock, and they couldn’t slip out the window…Or could they?
Marilynn chuckled. “Well, how about that? I’ve got another idea.”

-Vociferously yours, Vicky.