The Kidnapped Bear

On a planet called Janet, in a palace called Alice lived a king called Zing.

It was Zing’s eleventeenth birthday.

His royal bakers had prepared an enormous, golden birthday cake with fizzing, firework, candy candles and his prime minister had planned a magnificent birthday party for him with fire eating elephants, juggling pigs, acrobatic cats and dancing unicorns.

Zing should have been the happiest king ever but he wasn’t because someone had kidnapped his beloved teddy bear, Oswald.

Earlier that morning, the king had awoken to find that he was not hugging his teddy bear but a ransom note from some wicked bear napper.

It was a magic talking ransom note and it said, “If you ever want to see your bear again, you will do whatever I tell you. Got it ?”.

Zing had been at the mercy of the talking ransom note all morning and it was demanding that he do all sorts of crazy, embarassing things like hopping up and down on one leg and wearing his shoes on his head and his socks on his ears.

“This can’t go on”, said the Prime Minister and he telephoned the royal detective, Mr Fuzby and told him to come, right away.

Mr Fuzby was the greatest detective who ever was. Most people only have 5 senses but Mr Fuzby had one hundred and five. He could hear smells and smell colours and feel noises with his fingers.

The moment that Mr Fuzby arrived at the palace, he knew straight away who had kidnapped the king’s bear.

“With my nose, I smell that someone in a blue dress and a blue pointy hat covered in stars has recently been in the king’s bedroom”, he said, sniffing, “and, with my ears, I hear the odour of witches potions and, with my fingers, I feel a witch’s cackle”.

“A witch took my teddy bear?”, asked King Zing, hopping about on one foot.

“Exacto, your majesty”, said Mr Fuzby, “and there is only one witch wicked enough to have committed such a wicked crime”.

“Miss Wizz, the wickedest witch on the whole planet?”, asked King Zing, hopping up and down on his other leg.

“Exacto”, said Mr Fuzby, “We must arrest Miss Wizz, right away”.

So, Miss Wizz was arrested, after a short scuffle in which she turned two policemen into pumpkins and a police dog into a cat, and was brought to the king’s palace but refused to hand over the king’s teddy bear.

“Heh-heh-heh!”, she cackled, “I’ve hidden the king’s teddy bear and I’m not going to tell you where”.

King Zing was very upset that Miss Wizz wouldn’t give back his teddy bear but Mr Fuzby told him not to worry, “I know exacto where your bear is hidden, your majesty”.

Mr Fuzby asked for the king’s birthday cake to be brought in and an enormous golden cake was wheeled in on a big float pulled by four strong tortoises, then Mr Fuzby knocked upon the golden icing of the cake and, to the king’s amazement,
they heard someone knocking from inside.

“Exacto as I thought”, said Mr Fuzby. “The moment that Miss Wizz was brought to the palace, I heard the smell of flour, sugar and eggs on her and guessed, straight away, that she had been in the royal bakery where she had hidden the king’s teddy bear in the king’s birthday cake”.

“Oh, my poor teddy bear”, said the king, “imagine being stuck inside a birthday cake”, and he ordered that his teddy bear be dug out with dessert spoons, immediately and was overjoyed to hug his teddy bear again , even though its fur was covered in sticky cake and jam, then the wicked Miss Wizz was sent to a magic proof prison for very wicked witches and everyone in the palace enjoyed a very happy royal birthday party.