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CHAPTER 9

It was Mother's Day when Orca finally decided to act.

While any normal child would start the day by giving their mother breakfast in bed, instead, the little monster leaped into her mother's bed and started hopping up and down shouting "'Omma, I chawenge you to Kween of dee SeaWingzz."

Queen Coral moaned. No 'Omma likes to be woken up with a threat to their life and their throne. Not even on Mother's Day.

But just then, Coral's servant arrived, actually bringing her breakfast in bed, like a good boy, and he couldn't help but overhear.

"Actually my Queen, the request is valid," he dared to say, "you have to accept her challenge."

Queen Coral moaned as she rolled out of bed, a perfect morning ruined. She glared at her servant, she'd have to have him completely annihilated later, but right now, she had to turn her death stare to her daughter.

Orca just had the brightest grin on her face.

Queen Coral was going to have to give her daughter a serious spanking.

CHAPTER 10

Queen Coral and Orca stood in the arena facing eachother.

"The battle between Queen Coral and her challenger, Princess Orca is about to begin! The winner takes the throne."

Queen Coral starred at Orca, "Oh sweetheart, I'm going to give you a serious spanking."

A wicked grin just lit up on Orca's face.

"The battle begins now!"

Suddenly Queen Coral had to go pee-pee worse than she had ever had to go in her entire life.

Worse than any dragon had ever had to go in their entire life. (About a decade later, a HiveWing named Cricket would come close, but that is another story.)

It was like she needed to go the entire Ocean. And by the look on Orca's face that probably wasn't far from the truth.

Now, a Queen is too dignified to need to go pee-pee...

But even a Dignified Queen couldn't contain herself when she needed to go that bad.

"I need to go to the bathroom!" She shouted, before retreating to the portapotty on the side of the arena.

But as hard as she tried, she just couldn't go.

Queen Coral burst out of the portapotty with a scream. It was just too confined in there. She didn't care, she'd just go here.

But it was no use, no matter how she positioned herself, it just wouldn't come.

So there Queen Coral was, writhing and potty dancing in the middle of the arena with no relief in the Universe.

"I NEED TO GO POTTY!" She screamed in her most dignified voice.

"Suwwender now, and you may go pee-pee." Orca said.

And that's when Queen Coral figured it out. She glared Orca straight in the eyes. "LET ME GO PEE!" She demanded.

"No." Said Orca, "Give me de throne."

So there Coral was, screaming and potty dancing like her life depended on it, Gill standing on the sidelines recording the whole thing. He was sure Time Warner would just love to release Queen Coral Needs to Go Pee-Pee for the Big Screen.

Finally, Queen Coral couldn't stand it no more, "FINE! I SURRENDER! I SURRENDER! JUST LET ME GO PEE!"

"Queen Coral is unable to battle! Princess Orca wins!"

*Cue Pokémon Battle Winning Music*

"Okay, you've won, you've won," Queen Coral moaned, "Now let me go potty!"

Orca looked at Coral. "One houw. You can go potty in one houw."

And with that, Orca left the arena. Queen Coral screamed; her torture unimaginable; her potty dances becoming legendary.

An hour later, Ex-Queen Coral was rushing to her beautiful chamber pot. She didn't care about anything else, totally forgotten how she'd gotten into this situation, that Orca was an animus, all that mattered was her and her potty, her saving grace, her Porcelain God.

She didn't realize until too late that it was boiling, her pee-pee scolding hot, like that of an erupting volcano.

Queen Coral screamed.

The Ocean rose 10 feet that day, many areas on coastal Pyrrhia becoming flooded.

Orca wondered if she'd gone too far, as the Ocean was kinda gross to live in after that.

But at least it could be said that while Queen Orca was having an epic coronation, Ex-Queen Coral was having an epic urination.

CHAPTER 11

The consequences of Queen Orca's rule were immediate. First thing's first, she had Ex-Queen Coral arrested, the charge: Being a lame Momma.

Oh, and contaminating the Ocean. Can't forget that.

This was really not a sparkly way to spend Mother's Day.

So the Ex-Queen was immediately sent to the corner for an eternal timeout time. Orca had the corner magically fit with a switch that would give Coral some serious spankings day in and day out, each time the switch hit, it would send a jolt of energy made out of pure Ouch through her hiney.

Giant billboards went up around the Kingdom declaring the lameness of Ex-Queen Coral and the awesomeness of Queen Orca.

"Ex-Kween Coral is lameness!" "Ex-Kween Coral is indignity!" "Yes-Queen Orca is Awesomesauce!"

"You no need worry that you not dignity 'nuff for Kween," Orca told her momma, "'Cause you not Kween no yongew."

And because Coral was no longer Queen, this was the first of Time Warner's Queen Coral collection not to be rated UP, which was kind of sad because this was the one where she actually did need to go "P".

But it was still rated PG which was sort of messed up as that meant Orca needed Parental Guidance to see it, and all things considered, she suspected her mother wouldn't give her permission, which was unfair because Queen Coral would have never made her big break into the genre if it wasn't for her. In fact, the whole genre wouldn't have existed in the first place if it wasn't for Orca.

She'd have to ask her father instead.

"Of course you can sweetheart," said Gill. "You know, your mother is such a beautiful wife, and an amazing actress."

So they went during Tuesday night manatee and got seaweed chips and M&Ms.

It was a 10 out of 10! A true Cinematic Experience! Epic! Rousing! Truly worthy of the Big Screen. It made them laugh, it made them cry; Gill would continually make cringe comments about how hot the lead actress was.

As Queen Orca watched, she teared up remembering the precious moments she'd spent with her momma. They'd had such fun together.

As the credits rolled, it was the dedication that broke them. "In memory of Kween Keren, who ain't Kween no longer."

It was then that Queen Orca decided, even though the Momma was no longer with them, she would be remembered.

Queen Coral's potty dance soon became a National Meme, and while most nations had a National Anthem, Queen Orca soon declared the SeaWing Kingdom would have a National Dance to accompany theirs as well, The _Queen Coral's National Potty Dance,_to be performed before the flag whenever the SeaWing Anthem played, exactly how the legendary Meme Coral (as she was now dubbed) had once performed it herself.

And it was actually pretty effective. If there was a ceremony that was going on too long, and one really needed to go, but didn't want to seem rude and leave, the potty dance really helped. Queen Coral had really known how to hold it in.

But as memorable and meme-orable as the Ex-Queen's reign had been, it was time to bring in a new era.

"It time for Kween Orca'z weign of awsomesawce!"

CHAPTER 12

Kween Orca's Reign of Awesomesauce was a complete disaster.

At first it seemed a complete success, _Queen Coral Needs Go Pee-Pee_did not just do well in the SeaWing Kingdom, but - to the surprise of many Box Office forecasters - in International Territories as well, especially in the Kingdoms the SeaWings were at war with. Turns out the IceWings and SkyWings and such loved to see the Ex-Queen of their opponents being portrayed in such an entertaining light.

SeaWing propaganda for you right there.

Kween Coral's potty dance became so patriotic, that not only did the film avoid the UP Rating (for UnPatriotic), it actually got the P Stamp of Approval (for Patriotic I guess, but that of course is debatable).

"Once not dignity 'nuff for Kween?" Queen Orca let her Momma know, "Can't get more patriotic than Kween Cowal's Nationaw Potty Dance!"

Ex-Queen Coral just yelped as Queen Orca's clever contraption whooped her again.

Perhaps the most brilliant achievement of Queen Orca's reign though was the introduction of the Queen Orca plushy.

Every single SeaWing was given a Queen Orca plushy, and thereby a new law was passed: Every day, every citizen of the SeaWing Kingdom must play with their plushies for no less than a one-hour period. How did Orca enforce this new policy? That's where the super special secret came in, each plushy was animus touched so whenever someone played a super epic and awesome adventure with their Orca Plushy, it would make Orca feel super happy and special. But whenever someone did not play a super epic and awesome adventure with their plushy, she'd feel super sad. Whenever this happened, guards would be immediately deployed to the house of the perpetrator of "lame adventuweness", and they would receive the spanking they so badly deserved.

Along with the Queen Orca plushy, there was also an Ex-Queen Coral plushy. These ones were meant to have amusing adventures with, all of which the Ex-Queen would totally feel as well.

Perfect use of Animus magic.

But the real disaster arose with the war meetings. One day Queen Orca was meeting with her ally in the War of SandWing Succession, Princess Blister.

"Bwister," Orca giggled, "That a funny name. Tha'd be funny if you had all the bwisters in the wowld."

And so, Blister left that meeting covered in blisters like she'd never been blistered before, blisters in places she never wanted to talk about. She wouldn't be sitting down anytime soon.

During Orca's reign, seriousness was declared so lame that no serious issues were ever resolved. Because of this, the collapse of society was imminent. Fortunately, the collapse of society was much more entertaining than actually dealing with the issues that caused it to collapse.

But still... maybe it would be best to find someone lame to deal with all these lame issues before they got out of hand.

Then Orca realized her Momma had been lame. Maybe she could deal with all these lame issues.

As Orca watched buildings crumble outside her window, she remembered her time with Queen Coral, all the fun pranks she'd pulled. They'd had such fun together (Although Orca was starting to suspect that her 'Omma hadn't found those moments as fun as Orca had for some reason). Orca looked at a picture of her and her Momma laying on her desk.

It was no longer the same, ruining her Momma's dignity when her 'Omma had no more dignity to loose.

Perhaps the 'Omma would be best to return to the throne.

For now.

CHAPTER 13

When Queen Coral returned from her Holiday, she had a thing or two to say about the state of her Kingdom while she was away. When she found her daughter sitting on her throne, she was not pleased to say the least.

"Orca, what are you doing on Momma's important chair, you're not supposed to be there."

"I been your stewied while you had your timeout." Orca announced proudly.

"Queen's don't get timeouts," Queen Coral reminded her daughter gently, "Momma was just on vacation, the touring company just ripped her off with unfit for royalty accommodations."

Queen Coral promptly gave that corner a 1-star review on Yelp (ironically a website named after the same sound she'd made each time that horrid switch had hit her delicate hiney).

"And you are not my steward," Queen Coral added on sternly, "You just a naughty daughty who tried to take the throne-"

"Well 'ommy was on the potty." Orca finished, earning a scowl from her 'omma. "But Kween Orca decweed that battle was forfeet because the momma had potty issues."

"Queen's don't have potty issues," Queen Coral reminded her daughter, beginning to loose her patience.

"And that why you needied timeout," Orca piped in, "the 'Omma wasn't very dignity for Kweenliness."

Queen Coral sighed. What was she gonna do with this girl, she knew nothing of the sparkling ways of Queendomship?

Fortunately, Orca had no need to erase any of memories of their funfilled time in the arena to cover up her animus, or any time since, Queen Coral had already made up her own story on why the battle with her daughter was forfeit, and it was much more dazzling and fit for a Queen like herself.

Queen Coral's naughty daughter had clogged the plumbing the night before and then horridly declared war on her mother. Because the SeaWing Palace's plumbing was clogged, Queen Coral couldn't do her daily pot routine. During the battle, maybe she did kind of have to go (maybe just a little), but those port-a-pots were not fit for dragon use, somebody really had to talk to that port-a-pot company, so Queen Coral retreated to her own personal royal commode. Because of the stress of it all, she decided it was time for a vacation, where that good for nothing touring company set her up with that good for nothing 1-star accommodation.

And well she was doing all that, her horrid daughter had stolen her throne.

Simple.

Of course, she didn't really remember any of that, but she'd really needed to go, and it's kind of hard to focus on what's going on when you really need to go.

As the Naughty Daughty who tried to take the throne well Mom was on the Potty stepped off the throne and handed over the crown, Queen Coral smiled, pleased with herself.

And then she sat down.

PWFTTTTTTTTTT-T-T-T-TT!

And the throne was now a giant Whoopee Cushion, set to go off whenever Queen Coral sat down. No wait, that was a real one. Correction: The throne set Queen Coral to go off whenever she sat down.

As the Guards started gagging, Orca made her way toward the exit as fast as she could.

Someday Orca would challenge her mother again, next time without magic just to show that she could still be more awesomesause than her without it. She would be sad to see her 'omma go, but until then there would be many more years of fun together to follow.

As Orca left the throne room, her head began to fill with all the fun pranks she still had left to pull upon her 'Omma.

As the door closed, Queen Coral barfed from the massive migraine caused by wearing this crown that now suddenly weighed "three bajillion pounds".

Queen Coral promptly took a Tylenol.