Little King John escorted Sarah to the kitchen, where he had set up his knish machine.
"This machine creates potato knishes
This is where I make potato knishes
The magic and the mystery
Of potato knishes."
Little King John walked over to the cupboard and pulled several plates, before walking over to the oven with a screwdriver in hand.
"Now, comes the second great phase of my plan
To create the potato cakes of the pan
When those are all finished and said and done
I'll make them little black squash balls, one by one."
Little King John stretched his limbs out to different parts of the kitchen, salvaging whatever he needed as well as retrieving materials from his own inventory of construction equipment. He set up wire-frame compression/concentration chambers to act as conveyor belts, spherical compacting systems, and kilning furnaces. As the knishes rolled off the prior-established belt, they slipped into the compression chambers moved to the flattening station, turning them into potato pancakes. The machine then whisked them off to the spherical compactors and kilning furnaces, blackening them into, well, little black squash balls.
"Little black squash balls
This machine creates little black squash balls
It turns potato pancakes
Into little black squash balls."
Little King John had purpose in creating these little black squash balls. Some, he would roll into little black worms for later use, but others, the hardest ones, he would use as ammunition for the coming battle. Oh, if only this could have been a peaceful holiday jubilee, where he could stop at the knishes. But alas, danger lurks around the corner, and Little King John must act as the sole delusional protector of justice.
