Chapter 2

Chapter 2 "Mmmm..." Princess Pulverizer sniffed at the air excitedly. She and her friends had wandered into a nearby kingdom. Something smelled delicious. "What is that?" "I think it's salami," Lucas replied. "It's coming from the food stands over there." "This could be the perfect place for me to sell my sandwiches," Dribble thought out loud. "Who doesn't love a grilled salami and cheese on rye?" The dragon's mouth watered at the thought of such a delicious treat—which left a big puddle of dragon drool below him.

"Aaaahhh!" Just then, a passing villager spotted the big, green, drooling dragon. He screamed and ran away as fast as he could. Princess Pulverizer frowned. "It would be the perfect spot—if you could somehow get people to stop running away from you long enough to try your food," she told the dragon. Dribble shook his head. "I just don't get why people are so afraid of me." He flashed his friendliest smile at Princess Pulverizer. "Do I look scary to you?"

The princess stared at the dragon's huge teeth. She looked down at his long, sharp claws. She glanced up at his big, bulgy eyes. Yeah, Dribble could look pretty scary, if you didn't know him. But Princess Pulverizer was trying hard to be kind these days. So all she said was, "Um... no. You don't seem scary at all. At least not to me." "Exactly," Dribble said. He smiled wider— which just made his eyes bulge more. "YIKES!" a woman shouted as she caught sight of him. "I'M OUT OF HERE!" "There goes another one," Dribble said sadly. His smile drooped. "I don't think I like this village anymore." "Me either," Princess Pulverizer said. "Why not?" Lucas asked her. "Because there's no one here who needs saving," Princess Pulverizer told him. "Listen. Do you hear anyone asking for help?"

Lucas and Dribble listened. But they heard nothing. Not a shriek. Or a wail. Or even a stressful sigh. "See what I mean?" Princess Pulverizer asked them. "There are no adventures to be had here. We may as well leave." "I agree," Lucas said. "I don't know what it is, but there's something creepy about this place." "I'll tell you what it is," Dribble said. "Everyone here is miserable." Princess Pulverizer looked around. Dribble was right. Not one person was smiling. There was no joy anywhere. Not a giggle. Or a guffaw. Or even a tee-hee. "Hmmm," Princess Pulverizer mused as she took another look around. "Maybe there is something going on here..."

"I don't like the sound of that," Lucas whispered nervously to Dribble. Before Dribble could answer him, Princess Pulverizer stopped a pouting passerby in the square. "Excuse me, sir." She introduced herself. "I'm Princess Pulverizer." "Pleased to meet you," the man replied. "I'm Peter Pastrami." "Nice to meet you," Princess Pulverizer said. "I was just wondering if you could tell me why—" "Is that a dragon?" Peter Pastrami interrupted her nervously. He pointed to Dribble.

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