Timothy surveyed his grand throne room from his opulent throne. He rested his chin in his hand and thought. He thought about the previous ruler of this kingdom. Timothy thought about how he had usurped this man’s rule when he had mysteriously vanished. He remembered the rivals he smashed under his foot on the path to ultimate power.

He grew weary. Timothy relaxed in the throne and slowly drifted to sleep, dreaming of his power and what he would change when he woke up.

He had been in a deep sleep, when suddenly he was awoken by a severe sense of dread. He glanced around nervously. Suddenly, an unseen force pulled him from his throne! He fought tooth and nail, but this force was much too great for him to resist. He stared at his throne one last time, before being pulled away forever.

And so ended the riegn of Timothy, also known as Timmy, the 4-year-old king of the recliner, at least until his daddy got home from work.