The King and Queen of the Moon were having a ball. Everyone was invited, except Neil. “Neil ruins everything,” said the Queen, “we simply can’t have him at our ball. He’ll show off and break something. And he’ll probably sweat on everybody. Yuck.”

“Hmmm I suppose you’re right, darling,” replied the King. “But if we don’t invite Neil we can’t invite Edwin or Michael either, they’ll let the cat out of the bag.” The Queen agreed.

But Neil caught wind of this, and decided to go to the ball anyway. So on the night of the ball, he got his party suit on, grabbed his two mates, and flew up to greet the King and Queen. He was going to show them just how much fun he could be. He’s  not bitter. He’s really just a nice guy that wants everyone to have a nice time.

Neil, Edwin, and Michael arrived. No one was there.

The Queen, looking up smugly from her holiday palace in Tenerife, grabbed another canapé and sipped her champers.