Chapter 11

Chapter 11 A few seconds later, the princess, the knight, and the dragon were all safely outside the ogre's castle. But Princess Pulverizer knew it wouldn't be long before the ogre dug his way out of the pile of what was left of his treasures. And when he did, he was sure to come after them. "Okay, Dribble," she said. "The only thing left for you to do now is carry us to safety." "Why do I have to carry you guys?" Dribble asked her. "You can run all on your own."

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"Yes, we can," Princess Pulverizer agreed. "But Lucas and I only have two feet each. You have four. You can move faster." Dribble thought about that for a moment. He was obviously unable to come up with an argument, because he finally said, "Okay, climb on." Lucas scrambled onto his friend's back. He climbed up high on Dribble's neck. "Please don't let me fall off," he begged. "Don't worry, pal," Dribble assured him. "I would never let anything happen to you." Princess Pulverizer climbed up the dragon's tail and onto his back. "Okay, Dribble!" she ordered. "Take us to the Queen of Shmergermeister!" It seemed to Princess Pulverizer that she and Lucas had been riding on Dribble's back for a

very long time. She was tired. And hungry. And very, very cranky. To make matters worse, Dribble was still feeling pretty gassy. So not only was the ride bumpy, it was smelly, too. "I sure could go for one of those grilled cheese sandwiches now," Princess Pulverizer grumbled. "I'm starving." "Don't complain," Dribble called back to her between huffs and puffs. "I'm the one doing all the work here. This is the longest road I've ever been on. Are you sure we're going in the right direction?" "The two women were definitely heading this way when I heard them talking about the queen's jewels," Princess Pulverizer told him. "And they were definitely from Shmergermeister." "I see a palace!" Lucas shouted out suddenly from his perch high atop Dribble's neck. "It's just up that big hill."

"I can't climb another hill," Dribble groaned. "Sure you can," Princess Pulverizer said. "No, I can't," Dribble insisted. "My stomach hurts too badly. Probably because someone fed me way too much gruel." Princess Pulverizer frowned. Maybe she had gone a little too far with that last spoonful. "How about we take a break?" she suggested finally. "Dribble, you need the rest. And we could all use a little snack." "Not me," Dribble groaned as he let out another stinky burp. "I don't want to see food again for a long time." "Come on, just one little sandwich," the princess pleaded. She cocked her head to one side, smiled broadly, and crossed her eyes.

"Are you okay?" Dribble asked her. "You look kind of ill." Princess Pulverizer frowned. Apparently, her special face had no effect on dragons. "I'm kind of hungry, too. If you wouldn't mind making a few little sandwiches, I'd really appreciate it, Dribble," Lucas asked politely. "Okay, pal, sure," Dribble said. "Since you asked so nicely." Princess Pulverizer was amazed. All Lucas had to do to get what he wanted was ask politely. Wow. Who would have thought that would work?