Tom and Cat moved into the palace.
Tom was the royal wizard now.
But there was not much to do.
"Let's go to the Royal Kitchen," Cat said.
Cook gave Tom and Cat snacks.
Cat chased some mice.
But soon Tom and Cat were bored.
"Let's go to the Royal Lab," Tom said.
Tom mixed some potions.
He practiced some magic spells.
"Bring Cat a fish!" Poof!
"That's a fishing rod!" Tom moaned.
"What am I going to do, Cat?
My spells never work.
One day the king and queen will need my magic."
Cat licked her paws.
"You have a kind heart, Tom," she said.
Days and weeks passed.
Still no one at the palace needed magic.
Bam! Bam!
One night someone pounded hard on Tom's door.
"Get up, Wizard!" a voice growled.
It was Dirk. "Go to the moat at once!"
"The moat?" Tom leaped out of bed.
"I'm coming!"
He put on his royal robe.
"Where is my royal wand?" he asked.
"It's in your hand," Cat said.
"Oops," Tom said.
At last Tom was ready.
"See you later, Cat!" Tom said.
"Good luck," Cat said.
She went back to sleep.
And Tom left for the moat.