The queen heard a noise.
"What's that sound?" she asked.
She ran to open the door.
Dirk tumbled into the Royal Bedroom.
He was holding a feather duster.
"Dirk!" cried the queen. "What are you doing?"
Dirk gulped. "I was dusting doors."
The queen frowned. "This isn't dusting day."
Dirk's face turned red. "I was just—"
"Never mind," the king snapped.
"I have a terrible problem.
You must fetch the royal wizard at once!"
"Drat!" Dirk mumbled.
He hurried off.
Tom was in the Royal Kitchen.
He was practicing magic spells.
Dirk ran into the room. "Wizard!" he cried.
He waved his feather duster.
Dust flew everywhere.
"Ah-choo!" Tom sneezed.
"Oh no!" Cook cried.
"Dust is getting in the Royal Soup!"
Tom rushed to help.
"Don't worry, Cook," he said.
"I'll get rid of all the dust!"
Tom waved his wand. Poof!
Splash! Dirk landed in a tub!
"Oops," Tom whispered.
Cat calmly licked her paws.
Cook pulled Dirk out.
"No dust in the Royal Kitchen!" Cook yelled.
Dirk scowled at Tom. "I'll get you one day, Wizard!
But now you must come with me.
The king and queen need you!"