"No," Frank said, biting her lips. "It means I have to pretend I'm the Royal Geisha..."
The Secret Agent was typing messages on a small communications device he'd pulled seemingly out of nowhere. "All right," he said. "I've arranged for the current Royal Geisha to be... delayed for a few days. But you still have to pass for her."
"How am I supposed to pass for a cow?" Frank moaned. "I'm a goat! I mean, a sheep!"
The Secret Agent shrugged. "We'll have time to figure that out on the plane."
"What plane?" Meme asked, wrinkling Frank's nose.
There was a deafening roar and a futuristic-looking jet hovered overhead. A beam of green light hit them. Meme felt herself swept off Frank's hooves. All three of them were slowly rising towards a round hatch in the bottom of the jet.
"This plane," the Agent grinned.
Meme looked up, and bleated in alarm. Looking down through the hatch at her was...