George King crossed his arms angrily, and tapped his foot on the edge of the slide. He was very upset about the people that were playing on the basketball court winning the playground wars. He was sitting in the middle of the slide, huffing and puffing through his anger.

"Next thing you know you'll blow the whole playground down!" Samuel Seabury squeaked in his obnoxious voice.

"Shut up Sammy." George growled.

Samuel hung his head. "Sorry sir." He didn't want to cross George.

"Sorry what?." George reached down and grabbed Sam's collar, lifting him a few inches off the ground.

"Sorry King." Samuel corrected himself, fidgeting awkwardly in mid air, trying not to choke.

George pursed his lips, feeling the need to yell at his servant. Just as he was about to begin the lecture a little boy ran up to the other two boys. "King! King!" She called.

George quickly dropped Samuel down on the ground. "What?" He snarled, wiping his hands on his jeans. He did not want to get Samuel germs on him.

The boy blushed. "I'm sorry your highness but I thought you'd like to hear this?" The boy had assumed that the King was going to be a tad moody, so he was prepared.

George lifted his left eyebrow. "Like to hear what?" He asked curiously. When a mere mulch peasant knew something more than him he had to find out what it was.

"They elected a new leader of the basketball court!" The boy said giddily.He had gotten to deliver news to the playground King! How exciting!

George looked outraged. "They WHAT?" He demanded, hopping off the slide and landing next to Samuel, who was sprawled on the ground.

"The tar people, taranizers to you maybe. They elected a leader. His name is John Adams."The boy squealed when he looked into the face of the King. Samuel sat up, recognizing the name. Samuel and George exchanged a look, showing that they both thought it was rather familiar.

Samuel stood up finally, but George payed no attention. George swooshed his cloak behind him and fixed his crown so it was upright on his head. "Come along Samuel and-"

"Darwin." The boy said.

"Darwin, I like it." George complimented, before turning and walking off. His nose pointed towards the sky as he marched towards the playground. He saw Alex and his french friend hoolahooping and marched straight up to them, grabbing their hoolahoops to stop them. The hoola-hoops clattered to the ground and Laf and Alex turned to face George.

"Hey!" Alex hissed.

"Vouse etes un... comment dites-vous? Idiot." Laf said, turning bright red with his anger.

Alex lay a hand across Laf's chest to keep him from tackling George. "Mr. King, what are you doing here?"

"I heard you elected a new leader. I came to inspect." George sassed.

Darwin piped up. "Yea! I told him!"

"Oh." Alex glared at the troup that consisted of George King, Samuel Seabury and this new Darwin kid. "He's right over there." Alex gestured to John Adams.

George tossed his longish curly brown hair that almost matched Darwin's exactly. Darwin followed suit and the two boys walked over to John Adams. Samuel hurried to catch up to them. "You? You are the new elected leader?"

"Yea, you?" Darwin joined, putting his hands on his hips.

"I am." The brown-eyed pink-cheeked weenie said.

"You're dumb and I hate you." George said, prancing away from John. Darwin and Samuel had to gallop and jog to catch up to their fast british leader.

"What are we going to do your highness?" Darwin asked, his voice high pitched and annoying.

George hmmphed. "Hmmph. Nothing I suppose."

"Okay." Samuel said simply.

Darwin glanced at the two boys he had looked up to so much. Well... Samuel not as much.

"Nothing?" He exclaimed. "You are George King the King of all! The King of the playground! Hero to men-"

"And women." George put in.

"Hero to all." Samuel chimed.

"Here to all!" Darwin repeated. "You have to do something about this, these are your people! They are in dire need of assistance! They need you George! So man up and go save them from Whine Adams."

George nodded triumphantly. "You are totally right! They do need me! Samuel!"

"Yes your highness?" Samuel said softly.

George looked straight into Darwin's eyes, who nodded confidently. "Samuel go get Darwin and I the finest juice boxes you can find. The older, the better. There's more foam." He added as an afterthought.

"Yes your highness!" Samuel ran off inside the building, a smile on his small freckled face for the first time in forever. (Anybody else start singing frozen after reading that? No? Just me? Okay...)