The Mischievous Adventures of King Doodle Bum in Twisty Tower
by
Thomas
A story about Fairy Tales
for your 4th Grader.
Long ago, in a land where marshmallow clouds floated over a Great Chocolate Lake, a tall candy-colored tower stood, spiraling up into the sky. Its sparkling walls looked like rainbows made of sugar. Beneath these cheerful clouds lived King Doodle Bum, a curious ruler with a mischievous grin. He could never resist a bit of playful fun.
Far inside the tower, hidden among whirling gears and glittering levers, lived a giant insect named Buzzywhirl. Known for tinkering and inventing, Buzzywhirl kept every screw and bolt neatly stored in humming drawers. He had long antennae that wiggled whenever he got excited about a new idea.
In one of the tower’s highest rooms stood a peculiar glass dome topped with a bright emerald button. This gadget was said to control the kingdom’s weather, creating gentle breezes and soft sprinkles of chocolate whenever needed. A small plaque warned: “Read instructions first.” Yet the text was so faded, it was easy to miss.
One morning, King Doodle Bum decided to explore the tower and play a prank. He tiptoed into the room with the mysterious dome. Intrigued by its flashing lights, he pressed the emerald button without thinking. Suddenly, the machine hissed, and the sky grew dark. Chocolate drops began plopping onto the kingdom below!
Hearing the strange noises, Buzzywhirl rushed upstairs. He gawked at the soaring candy clouds turning an odd shade of purple. Chocolate rain splashed into the Chocolate Lake, making it bubble. “We must switch off this craziness!” Buzzywhirl exclaimed, already scanning the handles and dials for a clue.
When the rain started pouring in thick, sticky rivers of cocoa, the people in the kingdom shielded themselves with umbrellas. They giggled at first, but soon realized this was becoming a sweet mess. The machine’s gears rattled louder, as if calling for help.
King Doodle Bum wiped chocolate from his crown and frowned. He suddenly felt guilty for causing so much trouble. “I should have checked the plaque,” he muttered. Yet, instead of panicking, he decided to help fix the mess he had made. With a deep breath, he grabbed a cloth and began cleaning the controls.
Buzzywhirl, determined to stop the runaway weather machine, slid underneath the contraption to examine its wiring. “We’ll need to reset all these gears,” he explained calmly. To do that, they first had to locate the correct switch, hidden behind clusters of colorful pipes and spinning cranks.