It has been some time since last we met our heroes. Irwin-Amadeus II and his faithful manservant Hives have spent July and the first half of August 1765 summering outside of Königsberg, at the country estate of a distant cousin to the Grand Duke. Today is an unseasonably hot day, and we find Irwin-Amadeus II sitting alone at the harpsichord in the breezy music room, picking out a melody and accompaniment while humming to himself. He occasionally sings out loud and picks up a quill pen to jot down lyrics on a chord chart propped up before him.
Irwin-Amadeus II: Ah, Hives! There you are. Give a listen to this. (Begins playing and singing):
♪♪ . . . Good night Königsberg.
I-A: (A deflated look comes over his face) What?! Oh, blast! I knew it seemed too familiar. And to think that I’ve been going over that tune in my head for days trying to get it just right. (Sighs) Thank you, Hives (takes sip of lemonade and puts glass back on nearby table).
H: The unfortunate result of visiting the same operetta three times in one week, perhaps, Sir.