Bang! Bang!
One stormy night a wizard knocked on the door.
The wizard was wet.
"Please give me shelter from this rain!"
Tom was in the Throne Room.
Guards brought in the wizard.
"I'm Daimon the wizard.
May I stay here until the rain stops?" he asked.
"Of course!" the king said.
"Warm yourself by the fire, Daimon."
"I will get you a drink," Tom said.
He waved his wand. "Water!"
Poof! A tub of water appeared.
"Oops!" Tom said.
Daimon laughed.
"I don't like water anyway," he said.
"I'd like a hot drink."
Daimon dried off by the fire.
"What a beautiful castle!" he said.
The king smiled.
"I will show you around."
He led Daimon out of the Throne Room.
Tom sighed.
"I bet Daimon never messes up his spells."
Cat frowned.
"I don't trust that wizard.
I'm going to follow them."
The king was showing Daimon the Grim Dungeon.
The dungeon was dark and damp.
The ceiling dripped.
"No one ever escapes from here!" the king boasted.
Suddenly Daimon flicked his wand. Poof!
The king was trapped inside the dungeon!
Daimon laughed.
"Now you can't escape either.
And I am taking over this castle!"