Chubzy and the Magic Piper

By Dr. Broomstickle

Alexander Thomas Kindle III (better known as Chubzy) is excited to start school and make new friends. But as Chubzy meets his new fifth-grade teacher, Mrs. Broomstickle, strange things start to happen.

Mrs. Broomstickle gives the children their homework assignment which consists of one piece of dark chocolate and an alarm clock. At midnight, the alarm clocks ring. Half of the children follow the instructions; they eat the chocolate and go back to sleep. The other half are too sound asleep to hear the alarms going off. The chocolate transforms into evil dark creatures and slips into the mouths of the innocent children, transforming them into their worst nightmare. And someone outside the group mistakenly eats one of the
tasty treats.

Now the kids must work as a team and travel to the Land of No Beauty to locate the magic piper and the crystals, which are heavily guarded and hidden. Each obstacle the children encounter becomes harder and more deadly than the next. Time is running out; they need to find the Magic Piper and the six crystals to lift the curse.

• Language: English
• Publisher: iUniverse
• Release date: Dec 20, 2019
• ISBN: 9781532090967

Dr. Broomstickle

DR. Broomstickle who’s real name is Sister Broomstickle (The Good Sister). She has a twin sister who’s name is also Sister Broomstickle (The Evil Sister). They were born in a dimension were time doesn’t exist. Their parents died in a fatal accident, leaving them in the care of their Grandmother (Granny) to raise them. DR. Broomstickle only uses her magic when necessary. DR. Broomstickle loves helping the sick and those in need. She was given permission by her adopted father Soulpits to write stories onto scrolls and books tossing them throughout the galaxies. Hoping they’ll land in the hands of all the Beautiful children,earthlings,ghouls,ghost, creatures and to the kid at heart. She lives in the land of no beauty with her adopted father and all the beautiful creatures.

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ISBN: 978-1-5320-9095-0 (sc)

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Library of Congress Control Number: 2019920133

iUniverse rev. date: 12/20/2019

This story is

dedicated to all the beautiful earthlings, to my very strong family and beyond. Whoever decides to read this story in it’s entirety will truly understand the true nature of sticking together through the toughest circumstances. And that a hero can come in different shapes, sizes and colors. Be good to one another. And always remember beauty is in the eye of the beholder………………….".. DR. BROOMSTICKLE

CONTENTS

Chapter 1  Meet Chubzy

Chapter 2  Meet Rosie

Chapter 3  Meet Derreck

Chapter 4  Meet Butch

Chapter 5  Meet Randolph

Chapter 6  Meet Chow Yen

Chapter 7  Welcome to Dreamsville Elementary

Chapter 8  Mrs. Broomstickle, Evil Sister

Chapter 9  Meet Principal Gilbert

Chapter 10  The Messenger to the Rescue

Chapter 11  Chubzy Finds the Piper

Chapter 12  Homework Assignment

Chapter 13  A Very Dark Chocolate Night

Chapter 14  The Good Twin Sister

Chapter 15  The Second Day of School

Chapter 16  Journey to the Land of No Beauty

Chapter 17  The Lake of No Return

Chapter 18  The Larkish Plants

Chapter 19  Granny’s Trial Begins

Chapter 20  Fairy Bees

Chapter 21  Chef Snout

Chapter 22  Firegolf

Chapter 23  Cactus Tree of Doom

Chapter 24  The Old Lady

Chapter 25  The Sea of No Return

Chapter 26  Water Souls

Chapter 27  Soulpits’s Castle

Chapter 28  Evil Awakens

Chapter 29  The Journey Home

About the Author

CHAPTER 1

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Meet Chubzy

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T his story begins in a small town called Dreamsville on a Monday morning, September 2, 1973, and it was the first day of school for a group of fifth graders. First, we visit the home of Mr. and Mrs. Kindle and their son, Alexander Thomas Kindle III, better known as Chubzy. Chubzy was a very kind and friendly young man, and a little on the pudgy side. But his family loved him just the way he was.

The Kindles lived their whole lives in Dreamsville. Mr. Kindle was the manager of the local supermarket while Mrs. Kindle was a stay-at-home mom who found herself consumed by a love of antiques, shopping at yard sales and thrift stores.

That day, Mrs. Kindle was scared awake by Mr. Kindle’s monstrous snore. Daylight had barely broken, and her alarm was still fast asleep, much like everyone in the home except her. Mrs. Kindle shimmied out of the California King bed and put on a pink robe that matched her hot-pink jumpsuit, pink hair rollers, and pink tennis shoes. Before Mr. Kindle could let out another unpleasant snore, Mrs. Kindle was out the front door, jumping into her 1965 beat-up station wagon and burning rubber all the way.

Oh, I know it’s Monday, but please let there be a yard sale today, Mrs. Kindle muttered to herself as she raced through the neighborhood. She sped through four stop signs and then slammed on her brakes. When the smoke cleared, Mrs. Kindle saw her station wagon was inches away from hitting an elderly couple.

Hey! Do you need any help crossing the street? Mrs. Kindle called out. But the elderly couple didn’t hear her. Sorry, guys, but I need to get to that yard sale, she said, pointing at the sale up ahead.

Mrs. Kindle reversed her car, but before she could run another stop sign, blue and red lights flashed in her rearview mirror. She waved at the officer with a nervous smile. Good morning, officer—just giving this beautiful old couple a ride home.

The officer didn’t respond. His powdered doughnut and boiling-hot coffee seemed to have all his attention.

Mrs. Kindle turned her attention back to the elderly couple in the street. Hi there. My name is Mrs. Kindle, and I live in the neighborhood. I was wondering if the two of you would like a ride home.

The couple nodded. Mrs. Kindle jumped out of her car and helped the elderly couple get in. She jumped back into the car and waved at the police officer, who finished his breakfast before driving away.

Okay, guys, Mrs. Kindle began, before I take you home, I need to make a quick stop. She pulled up to the yard sale and jumped out of the car. She analyzed all the treasures with her keen eye. Oh, oh, oh, oh my! Mrs. Kindle shouted, and then she said to the elderly couple, I’ll just be a few.

Then she noticed that the elderly man was missing. Where’s your husband? Mrs. Kindle asked. The elderly lady didn’t respond. Mrs. Kindle turned around and was walking toward an antique stool when, all of a sudden out of nowhere, the elderly man appeared beside her.

Hey, what are you doing out of the car? Mrs. Kindle yelled. The elderly man didn’t respond. Mrs. Kindle noticed his eyes were focused on the stool too. He started to run.

Oh, really? Now you can run? Mrs. Kindle said. The elderly man hit her with his cane on the way. Ouch! Seriously? Are you kidding me? Mrs. Kindle yelled. They raced faster and faster toward the stool, the two of them almost flying through the air.

Mrs. Kindle grabbed the stool. I got it! I got it! she hollered. Shame on you, she said to the elderly man.

He got off the ground and dusted himself off. He looked at Mrs. Kindle and smiled when suddenly his mustache fell to the ground.

Mrs. Kindle looked at him in shock. You ought to be ashamed of yourself, pretending to be an old man like that!

Debra, get out of the car! We’re busted! the phony man yelled.

Yes, Debra, get out of the car! Mrs. Kindle echoed.

The elderly couple ran as fast as they could out of the neighborhood. The crowd of onlookers continued shopping away.

Where are the cops when you need them? Mrs. Kindle whispered. She paid five dollars for the antique stool and shoved it into the backseat of her empty station wagon.

Once she sped back home, she removed the antique stool and raced from the driveway to the front door. She opened the door, tiptoed into the house, and placed the antique stool behind a door located in the kitchen, all without making a sound.

Wake up, Chubzy! It’s time for school! Mrs. Kindle yelled at the top of her lungs.

Of course, Chubzy didn’t move a muscle. Ten minutes passed, and there was still no sign of Chubzy. Mr. Kindle, who was already awake and sitting at the kitchen table, called to his son. Your mom made your favorite—apple mush!

Chubzy’s room erupted with noise as he quickly jumped out of bed, put on his socks, and ran downstairs for breakfast. Mr. Kindle laughed.

At the table, there was a great big bowl of apple mush waiting for Chubzy. He grabbed the bowl with both hands and gobbled down every last bite.

Can I have seconds? Chubzy asked. And Mrs. Kindle gave him the entire kettle of apple mush.

Now, before you can be excused, Chubzy, I have one little question to ask, Mrs. Kindle said as she finished her own bowl of apple mush.

What’s the question? Chubzy asked.

Are you ready for your first day of fifth grade? said Mrs. Kindle.

No, Chubzy said plainly.

Why is that? Mrs. Kindle asked.

I just don’t want to go! Chubzy yelled.

That’s not like you. You love school. You’ll make lots of new friends, play with lots of toys, do arts and crafts, and go on field trips, Mrs. Kindle said.

Dear, I don’t think fifth graders play with toys, Mr. Kindle corrected.

Mr. Kindle had a beaming smile on his face all morning. He was busy in the kitchen, brewing himself his signature homemade Kindle coffee, which consisted of two cups of coffee beans, two cups of sugar, half a gallon of cream, five cups of milk, ten tablespoons of flour, one teaspoon of oatmeal, one can of sardines, four raw eggs, and a sprinkle of salt and pepper to top it off. He looked around the kitchen for something to stir the brew with. Honey, where did you put the pot of mixing utensils? Mr. Kindle yelled.

Check the second cabinet, honey! Mrs. Kindle said.

Oh great, now I have to find something to stand on, Mr. Kindle muttered. He looked behind the kitchen door and found an old wooden stool. Mr. Kindle grabbed the stool without a second thought and positioned it right in front of the cabinet. He put one foot on the stool. Soon, the legs began to wobble. Don’t break. Please don’t break, uttered Mr. Kindle.

After a bit of rummaging through the cabinet, Mr. Kindle grabbed hold of a bowl full of coffee-making utensils. Got it! he yelled, and the old stool beneath his foot collapsed. He hit the ground with a thud, and an avalanche of dishes toppled onto him.

Mrs. Kindle screamed. Honey, are you still alive? She rushed to Mr. Kindle’s side. Her eyes widened at the sight of the crushed stool beneath Mr. Kindle. Oh no! she added as she leaned over and picked up the broken pieces before any more damage could be done.

I purchased this 1912 stool at a yard sale this morning. It’s an antique! Mrs. Kindle hollered.

I’m so sorry, dear! I’ll buy you a new one, Mr. Kindle said apologetically.

You just can’t up and buy a 1912 antique stool from anywhere! Mrs. Kindle cried.

Please, honey, don’t cry, Mr. Kindle pleaded.

I’m not crying. I’m just really heartbroken because I went through a lot to get it. She left Mr. Kindle to recover from the utensil disaster and headed upstairs with Chubzy.

Mom, don’t you think I’m old enough to get ready for school by myself? Chubzy asked.

So is that the reason you don’t want to go to school? Mrs. Kindle asked. Chubzy nodded. Mrs. Kindle paused for a moment, and then she said, Now, dear, you have ten minutes to get dressed. We are leaving in ten minutes!

Chubzy flew into the bathroom to get dressed. Mrs. Kindle smiled as she waited patiently outside the bathroom door. Chubzy was so happy he put on some of his dad’s shaving cream and began shaving himself. And he mistakenly grabbed a bottle of setting lotion and put the lotion into his curly hair.

Fifteen minutes had passed, so Mrs. Kindle decided to check on her tenacious son. She knocked on the bathroom door. Dear, are you ready?

No! Chubzy yelled.

Well, hurry up, or you’ll be late! I’m coming in!

Chubzy shouted, No, Mom. We agreed I can do this on my own!

I’m going to count to three. If you don’t come out, I’m coming in! Mrs. Kindle shouted. She began to count. One … two … She opened the door on three.

Mrs. Kindle screamed.

Mom, what’s wrong? Chubzy asked. His clothes were on backward, as were his shoes, and his hair was sticking up like a rooster’s comb. Mrs. Kindle fainted at the sight of her son.

Hearing all the commotion, Mr. Kindle raced to the bathroom. He grabbed his wife and shook her. Honey! Are you all right?

Mrs. Kindle opened her eyes. She pointed at Chubzy, stuttering, Loo-, loo-, loo-, loo-. When Mr. Kindle saw Chubzy, he started laughing.

Dad, will Mom be okay? Chubzy asked.

Yes, she’s going to be fine. Let’s help her get to bed, said Mr. Kindle.

After Chubzy helped his dad put his mother to bed, Mr. Kindle helped Chubzy with his clothes. He touched Chubzy’s hair. Ouch! Mr. Kindle cried. What did you put in here? Chubzy pointed to the bottle of setting lotion. I don’t think I can do anything with your hair, son, said Mr. Kindle.

I think it looks cool, said Chubzy.

No, I don’t think so, replied Mr. Kindle. He grabbed a spray bottle of water and sprayed it onto Chubzy’s hair. He helped his son get dressed properly and turned him toward the mirror. I think you’re ready now, son.

Chubzy nodded in agreement. Mr. Kindle and Chubzy walked downstairs and headed off to school.

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Meet Rosie

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J ust a mile up the road from Chubzy’s home, there lived another family beginning their day. Mr. and Mrs. Ballstreet and their daughter, Rosie Suzie Ballstreet, had also lived in Dreamsville all their lives.

Rosie was a beautiful young girl with very long blonde hair. Her father was the CEO of Dreamsville National Bank, so you could say Rosie dined every night with a silver spoon. In other words, Rosie always got what she wanted. The Ballstreet family lived in the only mansion in Dreamsville. Having grown up in Dreamsville himself, Mr. Ballstreet had decided to remodel his childhood home into a five-acre estate complete with two butlers, two nannies, three maids, a chef, and a chauffeur.

The morning of the first day of school, Rosie was sound asleep until she heard two birds fighting in a willow tree outside her window. At this sound, she snatched off her sleep mask, jumped out of bed, and pushed open her window. How dare you stupid, crazy birds start fighting by my beautiful window! She threw her sleep mask at the birds. Go away! The birds flew away frantically.

Rosie rushed to her vanity mirror and grabbed a small golden bell. She rang it fiercely.

Within seconds, two maids entered her room with a dress and cleaning supplies. Good morning, Rosie. How may we be of service to you?

Rosie put down the bell. Well, first of all, you can start by cleaning my room. And make it quick. The second maid began to clean Rosie’s room without another word.

Is that my beautiful dress? Rosie asked.

Yes, it is, the first maid said.

Rosie snatched the dress out of the maid’s hands and dashed off into her pink bathroom. Within minutes, she opened the bathroom door and ran over to her vanity mirror. The first maid began to brush her hair.

You look so beautiful, Rosie, the second maid said.

Rosie rolled her eyes. I already know that. She snatched the brush from the maid and brushed her own hair. I’m going to a poor school this year because my other school for rich kids was vandalized, and those dirty thieves burned it to the ground. Anyway, how do I look?

The maids clapped their hands.

Before Rosie left her room, she smiled in the mirror, and then she walked down the hallway toward a golden, shiny elevator.

One of the butlers greeted Rosie. Good morning, Rosie. Going down?

You idiot, of course I’m going down. It’s breakfast, Rosie snapped.

With all due respect, I apologize, Rosie, said the butler.

Rosie rolled her eyes and sucked her teeth. You know what? I’ll just take the stairs. She walked farther down the hallway and turned left toward a spiral staircase. She jumped onto the bannister and flew down the stairs to join her parents at the table for breakfast.

The second butler walked over to Rosie and removed the golden lid from her plate. Are these the caviar eggs I wanted from Alaska, Father? Rosie asked.

Why, yes, sweetheart, Mr. Ballstreet replied.

Oh, okay. Well, I don’t want them. I just wanted to see what they looked like. Rosie grabbed a bagel and shoved it into her mouth.

Mr. Ballstreet picked up his newspaper and looked at his daughter. Sweetie, the weather is going to be a little cloudy today.

Rosie snatched the newspaper from her father. She cleared her throat before she began reading out loud. Today’s weather report reads gusty winds and clouds coming in from the northeast. But in Dreamsville, we can expect to have a very nice and warm, sunny day with highs reaching the mideighties. She threw the paper to the floor and bowed.

Mr. and Mrs. Ballstreet clapped their hands. Bravo! they cheered.

Being an only child and spoiled rotten, Rosie figured since