The Sorcerer's Apprentice: Tré Cool, chapter 1
A while ago, there once lived a powerful Sorcerer who had a young apprentice named Tré Cool.
Every day the little apprentice swept the floors, polished the sorcerer's crystal ball, and carried water from the well to the sorcerer's magic pool.
Late one afternoon a bat was fluttering around the sorcerer's head. As Tré watched, the sorcerer raised his arms and said "MUTATIS!" The bat magically turned into a beautiful butterfly. Alas the trick tired the old sorcerer as he put his hat down upon the table, then slowly walked up the stone steps to his bedchamber.
Tré was alone.
Tré was alone in the sorcerer's workshop.
Tré couldn't take his eyes off the old sorcerer's hat.
'He won't mind if I borrow it and try it on' he thought.
Tré crept to the sorcerer's workbench, held the mysterious hat in his hands- and then placed it on his head.
At that moment, Tré felt full of magic. He felt all tingly throughout his whole body. Everywhere in his body felt good. 'Hmmm I wonder what I could do with all this magic? I wonder if there will be food around the corner for me? ' He asked himself.
Tré looked around the workshop. There against the wall stood his old broom, as he had seen his master do, Tré raised his arms and said "MUTASIS!"
The broom began to glow!
'Woah, that was cool!"
At Tré's command, the broom's handle sprouted arms-and its straw end divided into two legs! The broom had come to life! But would it obey the commands of a young apprentice?
"Pick up those drum sticks over there and put them in those two buckets and carry them!" Tré said.
The broom obeyed.
Tré walked over to the well and led the broom.
"Hand me the drumsticks and fill these two buckets up with water!" Tré ordered the broom. Once again the broom obeyed.
Carrying the two buckets of water, the broom followed the little apprentice back to the sorcerer's magic pool.
"Empty the buckets!" Tré told the broom. "Then do it all over again!"
Back and forth went the broom, from the well to the pool.
Feeling very pleased with himself, Tré climbed into the sorcerer's chair to relax while the broom did this work.
He thought to himself before going to in sleep and dreaming. He thought what about using his magic to make a hot girl appear.
Tré had a life long dream or ambition in life. It was to be the world's greatest drummer. And that's what he did. He dreamt he was the world's greatest drummer in the universe. At his command music poured out from his drum kit and drumsticks. He dreamt he was in a band and girls came up to him asking to marry him. He was in heaven. His dream came true! It was like it was real in his dream.
Down in the mosh pits that packed large stadiums, the crowds cheered his name. Higher and higher his name was pitched through the dynamics of music. But something happened. The people turned into water and crashed on top of him...
SPLASH!
This was no dream. The magic pool was overflowing. The enchanted broom had done Tré's work all too well!
"STOP!" shouted Tré.
The broom did not stop! It marched right over Tré, dumped more water into the pool, and went back to the well.
"MUTATIUS!" cried Tré. But the broom did not obey. It filled it's buckets instead.
Frantically, Tré snatched an axe from the wall and waited for the broom to return with its brimming buckets. Then he raised his arms and chop-chop-chopped the broom into a thousand splinters!
All was silent - for a moment!
Suddenly each splinter jumped off the floor, sprouted arms and legs - and became a broom. And each broom carried two buckets!
'What did I do to deserve this? '
The army of brooms with its hundreds of buckets marched from the well to the pool and back again. The water was getting deeper... And deeper.
By now the little apprentice was swimming for his life. He was struggling to stay afloat. When the sorcerer's book of spells floated by, Tré hopped on it.
Turning the pages as best he could, he looked desperately for a spell that would stop the enchanted brooms once and for all.
Suddenly the books began to spin. Tré was caught in a whirlpool!
'Shit! '
He felt himself being pulled down, down, down... Down!
'Nooooo I don't want to die. I am too young to die! '
However the last thing Tré heard as he went under was the thundering voice of the sorcerer from the top of the stone steps.
'MUTANDIS! '
Instantly the water vanished and the army of marching brooms was no more.
The Sorcerer's apprentice knew he was in a lot of trouble. With a gulp, Tré returned the magical hat to the sorcerer with a cheeky grin on his face. 'Uhhh.... '
Making a hasty exit, the sorcerer's apprentice felt himself being swooshed out of the room.
'Don't forget your broom! ' said the sorcerer.
And if Tré had looked, he would have seen the sorcerer smiling.
'Don't worry young lad, your dream will come true one day! '
Every day the little apprentice swept the floors, polished the sorcerer's crystal ball, and carried water from the well to the sorcerer's magic pool.
Late one afternoon a bat was fluttering around the sorcerer's head. As Tré watched, the sorcerer raised his arms and said "MUTATIS!" The bat magically turned into a beautiful butterfly. Alas the trick tired the old sorcerer as he put his hat down upon the table, then slowly walked up the stone steps to his bedchamber.
Tré was alone.
Tré was alone in the sorcerer's workshop.
Tré couldn't take his eyes off the old sorcerer's hat.
'He won't mind if I borrow it and try it on' he thought.
Tré crept to the sorcerer's workbench, held the mysterious hat in his hands- and then placed it on his head.
At that moment, Tré felt full of magic. He felt all tingly throughout his whole body. Everywhere in his body felt good. 'Hmmm I wonder what I could do with all this magic? I wonder if there will be food around the corner for me? ' He asked himself.
Tré looked around the workshop. There against the wall stood his old broom, as he had seen his master do, Tré raised his arms and said "MUTASIS!"
The broom began to glow!
'Woah, that was cool!"
At Tré's command, the broom's handle sprouted arms-and its straw end divided into two legs! The broom had come to life! But would it obey the commands of a young apprentice?
"Pick up those drum sticks over there and put them in those two buckets and carry them!" Tré said.
The broom obeyed.
Tré walked over to the well and led the broom.
"Hand me the drumsticks and fill these two buckets up with water!" Tré ordered the broom. Once again the broom obeyed.
Carrying the two buckets of water, the broom followed the little apprentice back to the sorcerer's magic pool.
"Empty the buckets!" Tré told the broom. "Then do it all over again!"
Back and forth went the broom, from the well to the pool.
Feeling very pleased with himself, Tré climbed into the sorcerer's chair to relax while the broom did this work.
He thought to himself before going to in sleep and dreaming. He thought what about using his magic to make a hot girl appear.
Tré had a life long dream or ambition in life. It was to be the world's greatest drummer. And that's what he did. He dreamt he was the world's greatest drummer in the universe. At his command music poured out from his drum kit and drumsticks. He dreamt he was in a band and girls came up to him asking to marry him. He was in heaven. His dream came true! It was like it was real in his dream.
Down in the mosh pits that packed large stadiums, the crowds cheered his name. Higher and higher his name was pitched through the dynamics of music. But something happened. The people turned into water and crashed on top of him...
SPLASH!
This was no dream. The magic pool was overflowing. The enchanted broom had done Tré's work all too well!
"STOP!" shouted Tré.
The broom did not stop! It marched right over Tré, dumped more water into the pool, and went back to the well.
"MUTATIUS!" cried Tré. But the broom did not obey. It filled it's buckets instead.
Frantically, Tré snatched an axe from the wall and waited for the broom to return with its brimming buckets. Then he raised his arms and chop-chop-chopped the broom into a thousand splinters!
All was silent - for a moment!
Suddenly each splinter jumped off the floor, sprouted arms and legs - and became a broom. And each broom carried two buckets!
'What did I do to deserve this? '
The army of brooms with its hundreds of buckets marched from the well to the pool and back again. The water was getting deeper... And deeper.
By now the little apprentice was swimming for his life. He was struggling to stay afloat. When the sorcerer's book of spells floated by, Tré hopped on it.
Turning the pages as best he could, he looked desperately for a spell that would stop the enchanted brooms once and for all.
Suddenly the books began to spin. Tré was caught in a whirlpool!
'Shit! '
He felt himself being pulled down, down, down... Down!
'Nooooo I don't want to die. I am too young to die! '
However the last thing Tré heard as he went under was the thundering voice of the sorcerer from the top of the stone steps.
'MUTANDIS! '
Instantly the water vanished and the army of marching brooms was no more.
The Sorcerer's apprentice knew he was in a lot of trouble. With a gulp, Tré returned the magical hat to the sorcerer with a cheeky grin on his face. 'Uhhh.... '
Making a hasty exit, the sorcerer's apprentice felt himself being swooshed out of the room.
'Don't forget your broom! ' said the sorcerer.
And if Tré had looked, he would have seen the sorcerer smiling.
'Don't worry young lad, your dream will come true one day! '
