Tom followed Dirk into the Royal Bedroom.
The queen glared at Dirk.
He was still wet.
"This isn't bath day," the queen said.
"I . . . ," Dirk tried to explain. "Well—"
"Never mind." The king looked at Tom.
"Wizard, I can't sleep at night."
The queen sighed.
"The king keeps me awake too.
He needs a magic spell."
Tom stepped forward.
Dirk stuck out his foot.
And Tom tripped!
"Oops!" Tom said.
Dirk grinned.
"I have an idea, Your Majesties!"
Everyone looked at him.
Dirk had an evil smile.
"Tom is a wonderful wizard," he said.
"He can make a magic drink.
A drink to help the king sleep!"
Everyone looked at Tom.
"Do it!" the king ordered.
Tom bowed.
"Um . . . Yes, Your Majesty."
Tom bit his lip.
Everyone was watching him!
Inside his pocket Cat purred softly.
"Just try a spell," she said.
Tom lifted his wand.
He cleared his throat. "King, do not weep.
You'll soon have your sleep!"
Poof!
"Oh no!" The queen gasped.
"I'm not asleep!" the king yelled.
Tom blinked in surprise.
There were dozens of sheep!