The king's mother came for a visit.
"Dirk!" said the king.
"Make sure the royal grandmother is happy."
"Of course," said Dirk.
But the royal grandmother was never happy.
"My throne is too small!" she said.
"I need a guard for my room.
Where is my feast?"
"Dirk!" yelled the king. "Do something!"
Dirk ran to Tom's room.
He pounded on the door. "Wizard!"
"Uh-oh," thought Tom.
"Help the royal grandmother," Dirk ordered.
"Make sure she is happy!"
Tom ran to find the royal grandmother.
Dirk grinned.
"No one can make the royal grandmother happy.
Soon the king will throw Tom in the Grim Dungeon!"
The royal grandmother frowned at Tom.
"I need a bigger throne, Wizard!"
Tom waved his wand.
Poof! The throne grew bigger.
Boom! The ceiling crashed down.
"Oops!" Tom said, waving his hand.
The throne got small again.
"You are a terrible wizard," the royal grandmother snapped.
"Now my bed is covered with dust.
Look at my nightcap!
It's a mess."
"I will get you a new nightcap," Tom said.
He ran to the market.
He bought a nightcap from a man.
"Hmm . . ." Cat sniffed the nightcap.
"It smells like magic."
Tom laughed. "Don't be silly, Cat.
It's just a nightcap!"