“I hearby declare,” King Reynald stopped to burp. “We shall, from this day forward, no longer celebrate Tuesdays! Be gone with them! Rip them from your calendars! That is all!” Reynald waddled back into his castle, leaving the peasants in complete shock.

For years now, there had been speculation that King Reynald the Third wasn’t quite up to the job. Last month, he had made them fill up their swimming pools with french vanilla yogurt. The month before that, he declared goat cheese and skim milk illegal.
Let me rephrase that: there wasn’t any more speculation, they were certain of it.

The question was “How do we get rid of him?”