Henry walked down the stairs and cleared his throat. Once he reached the two guards, he grinned and began to dance a merry little jig and clapped once as music played from seemingly nowhere.
He kept dancing and after a few seconds, the two guards started dancing as well, their four-legged frames were somehow capable of copying his movements. Henry reached towards where he dropped the tiara.
Someone cleared their throat from behind him. He turned around, at the top of the stairs stood the crown's owner, staring down at him disapprovingly, her horn aglow and the stolen regalia floating beside her in a golden aura.
FAIL
Well, you tried...