The horror unfolds as the totally innocent Princess Antoinette Bonaparte is led down a path of destruction by a vagabond who never in his life did one positive thing for humanity.
Her piteous cry for help was never heard, as the hideous vulture plied the poor Princess with more & more & more drugs. Her fate, alas, is the stuff of ancient Greek tragedy.
Poor, befuddled Princess Melita Bonaparte, unable to tell the difference between a long-defunct airline & a theatre, crashes stage centre, hijacking Pam Ann performance.
The Royal numbskull, asked incessantly for Pam Ann to personally serve her a diet soda, apparently unable to fathom the difference between a theatre & the long-defunct airline. Some how poor Melita seems to have become permanently stuck in a Chapter 13 of her very own twilight zone, convinced that her altitude sickness was real, not imagined. Good luck prevailed as two lines of Columbia’s 100% purest was delivered, and she was able to parachute to her inner retreat from reality. At least she did not pursue the unlikely event of a water landing!