Once upon a time there were three triplets born of different mothers and sired by various other male counterparts. (but to refrain from losing one’s appetite, we shall digress no further)
The three were of simulated royal heritage and questionable lineage. Although body odor wasn’t a major issue, they were all of more than adequate girth in that special region.
Their powers had been foreshadowed by Shakespeare via obscure metaphors and thinly veiled indirect references.
..and hence the legend of the thee nights (only a true lineaged blue blood could have the honor of silent “K”) and their quest for that one special breakfast cereal.
Only by finding the magic cereal could they attain that which was to be their destiny – the special “K” which would lead them to proper knighthood, honor and respect, slim physique (without compromise of the aforementioned “generous girth”)
So, it became the story of epic proportions that Sir S, Sir B, and Sir L would set forth to aquire the state of “multi-letter first-namedom.”