One day the emperor called his bravest warriors to the palace.
“My bravest warriors! My virginal daughter is of marrying age. She loves ping pong! The warrior amongst you, who can bring her the most ping pong balls, will gain her hand in marriage!”
Off they went. Scouring the land, and every sporting goods store to be found, the warriors searched high and low for ping pong balls.
It was not long after a man, driving a peasant cart full of ping pong balls, arrived at the palace gates. All were impressed.
But, a few weeks later, here came a semi trailer, full of ping pong balls.
Just when the semi warrior thought he had won, a freighter steamed up the kingdom’s largest river. A smug warrior stood on the bow, proclaiming his ship full of ping pong balls, would be the winner.
He would be out done, not long after, when a fleet of bombers rained ping pong balls upon the emperor’s kingdom. High above a lone parachutist floated to the ground, certain he would become the fair maiden’s husband.
Hence, within a month, the wedding bells were ringing, tolling, throughout the land. The ravenous groom, and nervous bride stood at the altar.
As the service continued, the palace doors swung wide. In struggled a bruised and beaten man. Behind him he drug a huge burlap bag, soaked in blood.
Gasps rippled through the crowd as he approached all at the altar. “Sir,” he gasped, “I have completed your task. I win the princess’ hand in marriage!”
The emperor regained his composure, and replied, “My mightiest warrior, how can you, with one bag of ping pong balls, claim to be the winner?”
The mightiest warrior scratched the back of his head, looked at his bag, looked at the emperor and stammered, “Ping pong balls? Oh, I thought you said King Kong balls…”



