That fiend took my orb!

Luke came to. As his vision cleared he found, to his horror, the Orb was gone, presumably in the the hands of Madame Blunt. Oh dear, a voice in his head said.

The mouse squeaked at his feet and Luke held out a hand for him.  Lifting the brave creature to eye level, he cried; "Come, Lancelot. Adventure calls!"

*cue epic travel montage*

The End

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