Penny Parker Klostermann

Erik had to find his missing present.

He entered the steamy castle kitchen just as the royal cook was ready to take her batch of Kingdom Cream Puffs out of the oven.

“No one move,” said the cook.

“It is essential,” she continued, “that everyone be perfectly still when I remove my Kingdom Cream Puffs from the oven. Their puff is what makes them fabulously famous and marvelously magnificent.”

“But, my present…” Erik thought, “I must find it.”

He cautiously stepped forward.

“Uh, Ma’am?”

Poof! Pop! Un-Puff!

”Ruined!” yelled the royal cook. “My cream puffs are ruined!”

She turned toward Erik.

“What on earth could be so important that you dare to un-puff my cream puffs, boy?” she yelled.

“Well, it’s my birthday present, Ma’am. It’s missing.”

“Birthday, perthday! Present, pheasant!”

“Did you think I hid your present in my cream puffs?”

“Well, it’s just that…”

“It’s just that…NOTHING! Now I must start all over!”

“No! I won’t start all over, boy! You will start all over!”

What’s your name, anyway?”

“M-m-my name is, Erik. But, I have no time. Today is my birthday and I must find my missing present.”

“That’s nonsense, boy! You will stay.”

“Yes, you will stay and you will measure and you will sift and your will stir”

“And when that is done, you will mix and you will beat and you will bake.”

“And when that is done sweep and you will wipe and you will wash.”

“I have my eye on you, Erik. You are going to puff your un-puffing.”

“Grab the sugar! Grab the flour! Grab the wooden spoons and the royal mixer!”

Erik could see that he was not going to get any help here. In fact, he wondered if he would be spending his birthday under the thumb of the royal (pain) cook!

He had to get out of here.

He cooked up a plan.

He grabbed the wooden spoons.

He grabbed the royal mixer.

He waited.

The royal chef headed the other direction, barking orders as she went.

Quickly Erik attached the wooden spoons to the blades of the mixer.

He tipped the huge vat of flour.

Poof!

Erik escaped in a cloud of flour through a royal window via royal mixer turned helicopter.

But, a royal mixer turned helicopter doesn’t go far! Erik landed with a bumpity, bump right HERE!