Cat hissed again.
Tom tapped his pocket to make her stop.
Dirk frowned at Tom.
The queen blew her nose with a honk!
"I want a special dog for Prince Eric," she said.
"See what you can do, Tom."
Tom gulped. "I'll try, Your—"
Dirk stepped forward with an evil smile.
"Tom will start working at once, Your Majesty!
Right, Tom?"
"Right!" Tom said nervously.
Outside the Throne Room, Dirk glared at Tom.
"I know that cat is in your pocket," he said.
Tom froze as Dirk leaned in close.
"Keep that cat away from the queen," Dirk growled.
"And if you fail at this birthday task . . .
You'll be thrown in the Grim Dungeon!"
Tom shivered and rushed off to his lab.
"What am I going to do, Cat?" he asked.
Cat licked her paws.
"You need to find a dog spell.
But I don't like dogs.
They chase cats."
"Maybe I can make a nice dog appear," Tom said.
He lifted his wand. Poof!
"Oops," Tom said.
It wasn't a dog.
It was a hog!
The hog squealed and ran off.
Tom tried another spell. Poof!
"Oops," said Tom.
"Ribbit!" said a big green frog.