"'Allo?" asked the Great Chieftain when his "smart" phone rang. He really knew it was Miss Ruby calling as he'd recorded her number on an earlier occasion, but he felt it was prudent not to let her know he'd recorded her number, as the Philistine Queen of Lanolinland and Fake News had started some nasty rumours about him last year, and he didn't want to provide her with any more ammunition this year.
Hopefully, he thought to himself, with the recent, somewhat-tragic-but-also-pleasing passing of Jacinta Ardern under the admittedly impressive wheels of Santa, he could leave the Editor of Fake News to fawning over deviant royals and looking up rude words in the Scrabble dictionary.
"Oh, it's you, Miss Ruby?" the Great Chieftain asked, feigning surprise. "Well, it's lovely to hear from you."
"A ghastly pink and purple car, you say?" he asked. "No. Tzipora drives a lovely, red, fast-and-furious sports car. The fastest and the most furious. Well, except for mine, obviously. They are very limited editions, so there's not too many of them about, y'see?"
The voice on the phone seemed to cut him off, before the Great Chieftain could speak again.
"Nope, it's definitely not hers. And the colours do sound awful. You don't have Barbie or someone living on your island, do you?"
"No? She's not hiding in a cave or anything like that, then?"
"Oh Ruby," the Great Chieftain exclaimed suddenly. "I do hope it's not Morty's car!?!"
The Great Chieftain held his "smart" phone away from his ear. The caller was clearly becoming animated about something.
"No, of course not! It couldn't be. I mean, there's nothing wrong with a man liking pink... and purple... I guess... Just, well... You do know he threw sand in my eyes as a child, and well, that's not a very manly way to..."
The Great Chieftain held his "smart" phone away from his ear again.
"My signature?" asked the Great Chieftain, smiling faintly as he feined puzzlement. "Well, are you sure? Was it a large, bold signature, with multiple i's dotted and t's crossed, such that you couldn't help but notice it belonged to a Great and rather strapping Chieftain, and so you couldn't but help admire the font, even if you didn't particularly care for the writer who penned it?"
"Tiny, you say?" the Great Chieftain gasped incredulously.
"So miniscule you had to use a magnifying glass?" the Great Chieftain's face turned a shade redder, and the casual observer might have detected a hint of annoyance in his voice.
"And it was definitely signed 'Chieftain'?"
The Great Chieftain sighed deeply.
"Well, Miss Ruby, I think you have become the victim of a cruel prank. The only fact I think we can definitively know for sure at this stage, is that it definitely wasn't me playing the prank, judging by the enormous difference between my signature, and what you have just described... Perhaps we should discuss with Miss Jenny? Rumour has it that she has a rather petite and effeminate signature..."