“Morning, Your Majesty!” boomed a voice from deep inside the Hashery.
“Good morning, Big Hank!” said the King.
“Big Hank?” asked Ruben. “Who’s Big Hank?”
An enormous man with a bald head and a curly black mustache emerged from the back of the restaurant. “I am!” he said.
The King shook Hank’s hand vigorously. “Great to see you, Hank! We had a doodle of a time getting here—the Loop was acting up—but I can’t wait to sit down to a fine meal of your best hash.”
Big Hank frowned, and his mustache drooped noticeably. “The Loop’s gone loopy?” he asked. “I wish I could say I were surprised. ...