The queen scratched her arms.
"We cleaned the whole castle!" she moaned.
"The fleas are still here."
"I'm itchy!" the king cried.
A rat ran into the Throne Room.
"Eek! Now we have rats!" Princess Mary cried.
"Do something, Wizard!" the king yelled.
More rats ran in.
Cat jumped out of Tom's pocket.
Tom waved his wand.
"Scat, rats!" Tom cried.
The rats saw the cat.
They ran out.
"Good job, Wizard!" the king said.
"Where did the rats come from?" Tom asked.
"Rats like dirty dungeons," Cat whispered.
"And fleas like rats!"
Tom looked at Dirk.
"Fleas like rats," he said.
"Did you clean the Grim Dungeon?"
"No one cleans dungeons!" Dirk snapped.
The queen frowned.
"This is your fault, Dirk!" she said.
"Clean that dirty dungeon at once!"
"Servants!" Dirk yelled. "Clean the dungeon!"
"I told you to clean it," said the queen.
Dirk stomped out of the Throne Room.
He went to clean the Grim Dungeon.
The king turned to Tom.
"Now make these fleas go away!" he said.
Tom waved his wand.
"Fleas, flee!" he cried. "Be gone!"
The fleas turned to bees!
They flew around the room.
“Run!” the king cried.
"Oops," Tom said.