
"Pssst. Number 13."
"What's up with that Ribboned Crown woman?"
"Oh, you didn't hear? She's the new Queen." And not the Queen of Crowns. That's a totally bogus title."
"Queen of what, then?"
"Queen of us and this place we call home. The Land of Prototypia. And we are her unwilling subjects. She is the Queen of Prototypia!"

"She creates one of something, barely finishes it, if ever, and then starts something else. Like us. Drawing on doll heads. And you just know, we're never going to get out of here! Prototype mania hell!
"I just keep my eyes closed and hope that someone will rescue me."
"Wait. I have an idea. Let's grab some of her "she has so much stuff she needs intervention" supplies and try to finish the job. Maybe she'll think she actually completed something. And then she'll let us leave."


"Uh, I don't think this is going to work. This Ribboned Crown Queen whatever woman needs serious help. More than just some crepe paper thrown on our heads."
"Remember, we're talking about the same person who just this morning thought it would be great to put one of us inside a napoleon hat. And notice, she didn't even finish it!!!"

"Yeah, you're right. I guess the reality is we are destined to mingle with all of her one-of-a-kind, half-finished projects."
"What's her tag line? Oh yeah, I remember. 'The Ribboned Crown- Where Frivolity Reigns'."

"It's more like, 'The Land of Prototypia - Where Crazy is the New Forty.' The ultimate in prototype protocol."