Font Size:  

“C’mon,” said Stuart. “Let’s go to your house and call up your father.”

“Why?” asked Marvin. His father worked at an office in Washington, D.C.

“The King of Shampoon,” said Stuart.

“Oh, my father!” said Marvin.

“Duh,” said Nick.

They went to Marvin’s house. He tapped the red post as he walked through the gate.

They went straight to the phone in the kitchen. Stuart gave Marvin the number to call.

Marvin looked at the phone.

“Don’t you want to call him?” asked Stuart.

“Sure, I do,” said Marvin.

He wasn’t sure.

“Well, do it,” said Nick.

“I will,” Marvin said. “Don’t rush me.” He picked up the phone.

“What are you going to say?” asked Nick.

Marvin took a deep breath, then dialed the number.

“Are you going to call him Dad?” asked Nick.

A woman answered the phone. “How may I direct your call, please?” she asked.

“I would like to speak to His Royal Highness, the King of Shampoon, please,” said Marvin.

“Oh, that’s good,” said Nick.

“I’m sorry, the King isn’t here. May I help you?” said the woman.

“It’s me!” exclaimed Marvin. “I’m the King’s son. The one he’s looking for.”

“And your name?”

“My name?” Marvin smiled at Nick and Stuart. “Prince Robert.”

The woman laughed. “That may very well be,” she said. “However, we’ve received lots of calls. Do you go by a different name?”

“Oh,” said Marvin. “Marvin Redpost.”

“And when can you come in for your test?”

“My test?”

“Yes, a blood test.”

“Oh,” said Marvin. “I was afraid I’d have to know the capital of Shampoon, or stuff like that.”

The woman laughed. “No, it’s not that kind of test,” she said.

Source: www.allfreenovel.com
Articles you may like