The Chocolate Kingdom Mystery
by
Thomas
A story about Halloween
for your 5th Grader.
King Doodle Bum woke up early, a light coat of chocolate powder covering his royal robe. He peeked at the kingdom gates, remembering how lively Chocolate Kingdom had been last Halloween. Back then, every window glowed orange and every street echoed with laughter.
Frostyline Fable slid across the palace courtyard, his curious twig arms brushing the cocoa tiles. He noticed fewer smiles on the workers’ faces, and the air felt strangely quiet. “We need some excitement,” he whispered to himself.
Back in the throne room, King Doodle Bum inspected his favorite chocolate map, which used to show every corner of Chocolate Kingdom. Unsure why everyone seemed so busy, he frowned. “Could we have forgotten Halloween?” he thought.
Frostyline Fable met the local pastry chef, who shook his head in worry. The baker explained that people had chores to do, so nobody had time to dress up or decorate. Frostyline offered a tip: “Sometimes, silly costumes help people remember fun matters just as much as work.”
King Doodle Bum followed strange footprints through the swirl-patterned gardens, hoping to find a secret stash of decorations. He noticed cocoa vines twisted around a puzzle-shaped gate. Determined, he decided to keep exploring until he discovered something that could help.
Beyond the gate stood a quiet passage of chocolate walls, carved into a twisting puzzle. Little lanterns flickered, revealing a hidden chest with a rusty lock. The chest looked like it was waiting for someone brave enough to open it.
King Doodle Bum searched his pockets until he found an old key, sticky from chocolate drips. “If this opens the chest,” he said softly, “we might just save Halloween.” He slid the key into the lock, his heart thudding with excitement.
Frostyline Fable jogged to the maze entrance, his icy feet chipping away at fallen chocolate leaves. He called out, hoping to lend a hand. “I’ve learned that working together makes any task a lot more fun!” he declared.