The King Tingaling Painting: American-English Edition
By Elias Zapple
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Duke & Michel must rescue Michel’s family and Duke’s Premium Nibbles from the villainous Master but end up becoming pawns in a battle between the Master and King Tingaling, who is still royally riled over a portrait of him in a compromising position with a pineapple, a wad of cash and his favorite pig - Buttercup.
Elias Zapple
Elias Zapple was not born in 1922, as some would have you believe. His date of birth is not really relevant anyway. What is relevant is that he arose out of a tulip that was growing in some old granny's garden in Camberwell. How he got to be in a tulip is not really clear, nor is it clear how he got out of the tulip, and years later wrote the smash hit musical, 'Love, be a Stranger', which was an international flop. After that success, he went on to work as a 19th century Victorian chimney sweep, when he was inspired to write the acclaimed series of books entitled 'Duke & Michel'. It is believed the fumes from the chimneys did so much damage to Elias, that it was a miracle he ever ate a cupcake again. Later, he travelled back in time to the present, and went on a series of trips to many foreign and distant lands. During these travels, Elias met and listened to many interesting people, choosing to ignore all of them. He did, however, learn a couple of things: i) the earth is flat; and ii) you should never eat a banana when it's not ripe. Many questions are often asked by his adoring public. Are you human? How many chimpanzees can fit inside a fridge? What is that thing growing on the side of your head? To which Mr Zapple has always smiled, turned away and swum off into the sunset; having only once been bitten by an unfriendly shark. Elias Zapple continues to work towards the unification of Korea, and writing children's stories that parents will spend huge sums of money on. He wishes you all to know that every penny made from the books will go straight into his bank account, which he will then spend on a lavish, new tent.
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The King Tingaling Painting - Elias Zapple
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© Elias Zapple, 2013
Cover illustration by Elliott Beavan
Interior Illustrations by Andrea Brajnovic
Disclaimer
This book is a work of fiction, and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Dedication
For
Kong Wacky Monkey
Apple Bee
Jojo Hippo
Majestic Jumbo Cat
Contents
Title Page
Copyright
Disclaimer
Dedication
Recap of Book One, The Mysterious Corridor
Chapter One – The King Tingaling Painting
Chapter Two - Home
Chapter Three – Alone
Chapter Four – Basset Hound Land
Chapter Five – Roast Frog
Chapter Six – Zappers
Chapter Seven – Painters’ Planet No.2
Chapter Eight – Locked Up
Chapter Nine – Dead Hamsters
Chapter Ten – Space Rocket
Chapter Eleven – The Royal Globe
Chapter Twelve – Boris
Chapter Thirteen – King Tingaling
Chapter Fourteen – Down and Out
Chapter Fifteen – A Way Out
Chapter Sixteen – There’s a Rat!
Chapter Seventeen – Assassins
Chapter Eighteen – A Nice Parade
Chapter Nineteen – Chocolate Mousse
Chapter Twenty – Absolute Torture!
Chapter Twenty-One – Feeling Itchy
Chapter Twenty-Two – Examination Time
Chapter Twenty-Three – Like an Atomic Rodent
Chapter Twenty-Four – Gold Dust
Chapter Twenty-Five - Curtains
Chapter Twenty-Six – Water Tank
Who is Elias Zapple?
Also by Elias Zapple
A Request from Elias Zapple
Recap of Book One, The Mysterious Corridor
If you have read Duke & Michel: The Mysterious Corridor, then you can skip this bit and head to chapter one. Go on, move along, nothing to see here.
Before I begin this recap of Duke & Michel: The Mysterious Corridor, the first book in the gripping Duke & Michel series, I must ask, ‘Why didn’t you read it?’ It’s a perfectly good book at a perfectly reasonable price; full of laughter, adventure and recipes for lamb. I urge you to purchase a copy now, or I shall track you down and hurl cabbages in your general direction.
Book one found 12 year-old Michel alone in the garden of his townhouse in Fulham, London – away from his skateboarding mates, much to his annoyance. His cleaning-obsessed French mother was inside, having coffee with her brother and her English husband. Whilst they argued over the national soccer teams of England and France, Michel was meant to be looking after his tubby little cousin Romain, but had now lost him. It turned out that Romain had gone through a hole in the garden fence, which led to a vortex and an infinitely long corridor in some alternate reality - all very strange indeed.
A panicking Michel followed, and that’s where he met Duke: a talking, food-obsessed Basset Hound with big drooping ears, a large belly, black, white and tan fur and an ability to annoy Michel within a nanosecond - or less.
They joined forces, as Duke was also looking for family members, and ventured into many strange worlds all of which had been corrupted by a truant-catching, world destroying, unhappiness creating, dictatorial schoolmaster called The Master. Original name, isn’t it? The Master had kidnapped Michel’s cousin and Duke’s brothers, and so Duke and Michel did battle with the Master, eventually winning out – getting to rescue their respective family members, save the worlds, and completely kill an already-partially dead Eleanor - the wife of the Master. Michel then sent the Master away, said his goodbyes to Duke and his brothers, before he and Romain went through a door to get back home… and that’s where we are now.
If you found that recap intriguing, then you’ll simply love what happens next. If you didn’t find it intriguing, then please email your name and address to: IWouldLikeACabbageThrownAtMe@EliasZapple.com.
1
The King Tingaling Painting
Many, many flavions ago on a planet super far away, and much farther than any Star Wars planet…
Rejected! Again!
said the tall, eccentric-looking, grey-haired man with long thin fingers, who held a letter in one hand and a paintbrush in the other. He kicked away his easel to the corner of his art studio, and then shook the letter in the face of his son, a lanky boy with a dandruff problem. Every art college on Painters’ Planet has now rejected you! Are you happy? You’ve brought great shame upon the von Virst family name, the most respected family of painters ever to have existed! You have no right to call yourself a von Virst. The shame, the shame of it all!
Mr Salvador von Virst! Sir!
A dwarf-like person who was most likely a dwarf, came scurrying into the art studio holding a telegram – a bit of paper with a message on it. Sir, King Tingaling from the Royal Globe has sent you an urgent telegram.
What does it say?
Salvador von Virst flicked bits of dried paint onto his scowling son.
He urgently commissions you, the planet’s greatest living artist, to paint a portrait of him.
"Well, I’m not really in the right frame of mind to paint another one of my glorious portraits, because of this worthless imbecile. said Salvador von Virst pointing at his son.
However, we cannot refuse a commission from the Royal Globe, and certainly not from King Tingaling – The Laughing King. We must make haste! The Royal Globe and its vain monarchs are our main source of income. Without their portraits we’d cease to be, and without our portraits they’d die - of humility probably."
Salvador von Virst turned to his son who had just been about to sneak away. You! You second-rate creature that has besmirched the von Virst name, you go to your studio and stay there until you have completed a thousand paintings! If even one painting is deemed inadequate, then you shall be disowned and sent to the Paint by Numbers School of Faux Art, where you will teach the nursery painters. Now vanish from my sight!
Salvador’s son lowered his head, then scratched it as he slunk away. And do something about your dandruff too!
*
On the Royal Globe, inside King Tingaling’s magnificently grand and ostentatious palace, in one of the many official portrait rooms, (the one with red velvety carpet and gold leafed walls), King Tingaling was perched upon an antique couch, his many folds of flab stretching his clothes and filling up the couch. The bubbly-looking King Tingaling was dressed as lavishly as his palace was decorated. Knee-length socks, a velvet red and blue suit, a frilly white shirt and a ceremonial gown as well as a jewel-studded crown of course.
Salvador von Virst, with palette in hand, painted sweeping strokes onto a canvas, as King Tingaling made another adjustment. Your Majesty, please, we cannot have you fidgeting.
I shall do as I jolly well please, and I shan’t tell you again.
King Tingaling reminded Salvador, whilst chuckling in a rather evil manner.
Very well.
Salvador continued to paint, occasionally chewing on the end of his brush.
Once again King Tingaling changed position, this time facing the other way.
Please, Your Majesty!
The royal buttocks needed a change. Now get on with it, you lowlife painter!
King Tingaling chuckled again.
Salvador’s face got redder than the carpet, and if this had been a cartoon, steam would’ve come out of his ears. First it’s that good-for-nothing junior, and now this twit. I’ll show him!
Salvador grumbled through gritted teeth. He soldiered on, and kept painting.
*
Some time later, with King Tingaling now laid down upon the couch, Salvador von Virst added the final brushstroke. Voila!
Servants!
King Tingaling shouted. Four smartly dressed servants came rushing in. Lift moi up to my royal feet immediately!
The four obedient servants heaved King Tingaling up and onto his feet, then helped him walk around to see the newly finished portrait. If Salvador’s face had been as red as the carpet, then King Tingaling’s face got so red that calling it red wouldn’t do it justice.
WHAT!
King Tingaling shouted so loud that the room shook.
"I’m quite proud of it, perhaps one of my finer pieces. Allow me to walk you through it, you chunky oaf. You see that whale-sized creature holding that wad of cash? Well that’s you. Then there’s your favorite pig Buttercup, just there. And that’s a pineapple sticking up your derriere!"
GUARDS!
A slew of spear carrying, colorfully dressed guards came rushing in. Seize him at once! We’re having an artist hunt right now!
*
In the gold countryside, where the trees had gold leaves and the grass was also gold, Salvador von Virst was shackled, his face black and blue, with a cut lip and swollen eyes. He was surrounded by hounds, hunters, huntsmen and various monarchs on very large horses. King Tingaling was on the largest horse – (a horse that was breathing long, labored breaths and whose legs occasionally wobbled). The monarchs, hunters and huntsmen all carried rifles.
It’s been a while since our last artist hunt, has it not?
King Tingaling chuckled. There was a mumbling of agreement from the other monarchs.
This is how we shall proceed as it has been such an awfully long time. Lowlife painter! For that slanderous abomination you have created of moi, we shall give you a two-minute head start, at which point we shall come after you with the hounds. Let us begin!
One of the huntsmen blew a whistle and Salvador von Virst started to run away, huffing and puffing, the iron shackles rubbing against his skin – grinding into it until they bled. He took baby steps, walking as though he was in a three-legged race. He fell over face first into some wet mud.
How long has it been?
King Tingaling turned to the huntsman with the whistle.
About five seconds, Your Majesty.
That’s enough. Release the hounds!
King Tingaling ordered. The hounds were released and set upon Salvador von Virst with the many monarchs following on horseback. Horrid, ear-piercing screams came out of Salvador’s mouth.
Get the hounds off him.
The huntsmen regained control of their hounds. Salvador, bitten all over and even more bloodied, looked up at King Tingaling.
King Tingaling trotted over on his horse. There’s four more days of this.
King Tingaling laughed.
*
Four days later and still out on the hunt, Salvador von Virst’s body now resembled a raggedy pile of minced beef.
I think he’s dead now, Your Majesty,
the huntsman said.
Splendid! That was rather enjoyable,
said King Tingaling, who then turned to a general from the Royal Globe Alliance, the military arm of the Royal Globe. General, annihilate Painters’ Planet immediately.
2
Home
Twelve year-old Michel and his tubby, three-year-old cousin Romain, were shot out of the dark, windy vortex and through the hole in the fence, and back into Michel’s garden. Michel got to his feet and held his head. It already felt like he had just had the most terrific, insane dream.
He checked on Romain, who was already giggling, and wobbling towards the kitchen door like nothing had happened.
Michel went with him, then he noticed the crushed but blackened flowerbed. Blackened? In fact, all the flowers in the garden were now black and decaying. Weird.
He and Romain went into the kitchen, and were hit by the wonderful aroma of Michel’s mum’s fondant au chocolat. What a relief! It was still baking, and it still smelt good. Michel then overheard his French mother and her brother arguing with his English dad about how insulting it was that the Eurostar’s terminus in London was once at Waterloo.
What happened to the garden? Mum’s going to freak! However, if that was the only thing that was wrong, then, whatever!
Romain found some of his toy cars on the kitchen floor, and began playing with them. Michel went over to Romain, picked him up and hugged him. Romain gave him a sloppy kiss, which left a combination of saliva and snot on Michel’s cheek. Michel didn’t mind.
He put Romain down, and noticed that he hadn’t closed the kitchen door. He rushed over and slammed it shut, locked it then checked it to make sure it was locked. He