Chapter Two
Meanwhile at Merapi something was stirring. Slowly,almost imperceptibly, volcanic lava began to ooze. In Yogyakarta, Koobla Karn, the attache of The Plezhurr Doam, called the Police. "I want coffee, quick!".
"Coffee...erh..poisened...or boiled sir?" asked Hamengkubuwono, his hand reaching for the percolator.
"We need chicory!" Karn snapped."And none of those Dandelions thank you!"
