Читать книгу The Flat Stanley Collection - Jeff Brown - Страница 18
Оглавление‘I told them, but they didn’t believe me,’ Stanley said, back in the bedroom.
‘Of course they didn’t.’ Arthur was still under the bed. ‘Who’d believe that a whole person could puff out of a pot?’
‘It’s not a pot,’ said Prince Haraz. ‘And this is a ridiculous way to carry on a conversation. Please come out. I apologise for the puffs.’
Arthur crawled from under the bed. ‘No more scary stuff?’
‘I promise,’ the genie said, and they shook hands.
Arthur could hardly wait now. ‘Try it Stanley,’ he said. ‘Try a wish.’
‘We’re not allowed,’ Stanley said. ‘Not till our homework is done.’
‘What’s homework?’ Prince Haraz asked.
The brothers stared at him, amazed, and then Stanley explained. The genie shook his head.
‘After schooltime, when you could be having fun?’ he said. ‘Where I come from, we just let Askit Baskets do the work.’
‘Well, whatever they are, I wish I had one,’ said Stanley, forgetting he was not supposed to wish.
Prince Haraz laughed. ‘Oh? Look behind you.’
Turning, Stanley and Arthur saw a large straw basket about the size of a beach ball and decorated with green and red zigzag stripes, floating in the air above the desk.
‘Yipes!’ said Arthur. ‘More scary stuff!’
‘Don’t be silly,’ said the genie. ‘It’s a perfectly ordinary Askit Basket. Whatever you want to know, Stanley, just ask it.’
Feeling rather foolish, Stanley leaned forward and spoke to the basket.
‘I, uh . . . that is . . . uh,’ he said. ‘I’d like, uh . . . can I have answers for my maths homework? It’s the problems on page twenty of my book.’
The basket made a steady huuuummm sound, and then the hum stopped and a man’s voice rose from it, deep and rich like a TV announcer’s.
‘Thank you for calling Askit Basket,’ it said. ‘Unfortunately, all our Answer Genies are busy at the present time, but your questions have been received, and you will be served by the first available personnel. While you wait, enjoy a selection by The Geniettes. This message will not be repeated.’
Stanley stared at the Askit Basket. Music was coming out of it now, the sort of soft, faraway music he had heard in the elevators of big office buildings.
Prince Haraz shrugged. ‘What can you do? It’s a very popular service.’
There was a click and the music stopped. Now a female voice, full of bouncy good cheer, came from the basket. ‘Hi! This is Shireen. Thanks a whole bunch for waiting, and I would like at this time to give you your answers. The first answer is: five pears, six apples, eight bananas. The second answer is: Tom is four years old, Tim is seven, Ted is eleven. The third –’
‘Let me get a pencil!’ Stanley shouted. ‘I can’t remember all this!’
‘A written record, created especially for your own personal convenience, is in the basket, sir,’ said the cheery voice. ‘Thanks for calling Askit Basket, and have a nice day!’
‘Wait!’ Lifting the lid of the basket, Stanley saw a sheet of paper with all his answers on it. ‘Oh, good!’ he said. ‘Thank you. Can my brother talk now, please?’
Arthur cleared his throat. ‘Hello Shireen,’ he said. ‘This is Arthur Lambchop speaking. For English, I’m supposed to write about “What I Want to Be”. Could I have it printed out, please, like Stanley’s maths?’
The answer came right away. ‘Certainly, Mr Lambchop. Just a teeny-tiny moment now, while we make sure the handwriting – There! All done, Mr Lambchop!’
Arthur opened the basket and found a sheet of lined paper covered with his own handwriting. He read it aloud.
Arthur smiled. ‘That’s pretty good!’ he said. ‘Just what I wanted to say, Shireen.’
‘I’m so glad,’ said the Askit Basket. ‘Bye bye now!’
Stanley and Arthur called goodbye, and then Prince Haraz plucked the basket out of the air and set it on the desk beside his lamp.
‘There! Homework’s done,’ he said. ‘That was an awfully ordinary sort of wish, Stanley. Isn’t there something special you’ve always wanted? Something exciting?’
Stanley knew right away what he wanted most. He had always loved animals; how exciting it would be to have his own zoo! But that would take up too much space, he thought. Just one animal then, a truly unusual pet. A lion? Yes! What fun it would be to walk down the street with a pet lion on a leash!
‘I wish for a lion!’ he said. ‘Real, but friendly.’
‘Real, but friendly,’ said the genie. ‘No problem.’
Stanley realised suddenly that a lion would scare people, and that an elephant would be even greater fun.
‘An elephant, I mean!’ he shouted. ‘Not a lion. An elephant!’
‘What?’ said Prince Haraz. ‘An eleph–? Oh, collibots! Look what you made me do!’
A most unusual head had formed in the air across the room, a head with an elephant’s trunk for a nose, but with small, neat, lion-like ears. A lion’s mane appeared behind the head, but then came an elephant’s body and legs in a brownish-gold lion colour, and finally a little grey elephant tail with a pretty gold ruff at the tip. All together, these parts made an animal about the size of a medium lion or a small elephant.
‘My goodness!’ said Stanley. ‘What’s that?’
‘A Liophant.’ Prince Haraz sounded annoyed. ‘It’s your fault, not mine. You overlapped your wish.’
The Liophant opened his mouth wide and went Grrowll-HONK! a half roar, half snort that made everyone jump. Then he sat back on his hind legs and went pant-pant-pant like a puppy, looking quite nice.
‘Well, we got the friendly part right,’ said the genie. ‘The young ones mostly are.’
Stanley patted him, and Arthur tickled behind the neat little ears. The Liophant licked their hands, and Stanley was not at all sorry that he had mixed up his wish.
Just then, a knock sounded on the bedroom door, and Mrs Lambchop’s voice called out, ‘Homework done?’
‘Come in,’ Stanley said, not stopping to think, and the door opened.
‘How very quiet you –’ Mrs Lambchop began, and then she stopped.
Her eyes moved slowly about the room from Prince Haraz to the Askit Basket, and on to the Liophant.
‘Gracious!’ she said.
Prince Haraz made a little bow. ‘How do you do? You are the mother of these fine lads, I suppose?’
‘I am thank you,’ said Mrs Lambchop. ‘Have we met? I don’t seem to –’
‘This is Prince Haraz,’ Stanley said. ‘And that’s a Liophant, and that’s an Askit Basket.’
‘Guess what,’ said Arthur. ‘Prince Haraz is a genie, and he’ll let Stanley have anything he wants.’
‘How very generous!’ Mrs Lambchop said. ‘But I’m not sure . . .’ Turning, she called into the living room. ‘George, you had better come here! Something quite unexpected has happened.’
‘In a moment,’ Mr Lambchop called back. ‘I am reading an unusual story in my newspaper, about a duck who watches TV.’
‘This is even more unusual than that,’ she said, and Mr Lambchop came at once.
‘Ah, yes,’ he said, looking about the room. ‘Yes, I see. Would someone care to explain?’
‘I tried to before,’ Stanley said. ‘Remember? About the lamp, and –’
‘Wait, dear,’ said Mrs Lambchop.
The Liophant was making snuffling, hungry sounds, so she went off to the kitchen and returned with a large bowl full of hamburger mixed with warm milk. While the Liophant ate, Stanley told what had happened.
‘Unusual indeed! And what a fine opportunity for you, Stanley,’ Mr Lambchop said when he had heard everything, and then he frowned. ‘But I do not approve of using the Askit Basket for homework, boys. Nor will your teachers, I’m afraid.’
‘My plan is, let’s not tell them,’ Arthur said.
Mr Lambchop gave him a long look. ‘Would you take credit for work you have not done?’
Arthur blushed. ‘Oh, no! When you put it that way . . . Gosh, of course not! I wasn’t thinking. Because of all the excitement, you know?’
Mr Lambchop wrote NOT IN USE on a piece of cardboard and taped it to the Askit Basket.
‘It is too late for any more wishing tonight,’ said Mrs Lambchop. ‘Prince Haraz, there is a folding bed in the cupboard, so you will be quite comfortable here with Stanley and Arthur. Tomorrow is Saturday, which we Lambchops always spend together in the park. You will join us, I hope?’
‘Thank you very much,’ said the genie, and he helped Stanley and Arthur set up the bed.
The Liophant was already asleep, and after Mr and Mrs Lambchop had said good night, Mrs Lambchop picked up his bowl. ‘Gracious!’ she said, putting out the light. ‘Three pounds of the best hamburger, and he ate it all!’
It was quite dark in the bedroom, but some moonlight shone through the window. From their beds, Stanley and Arthur could see that Prince Haraz was still sitting up on his. For a moment they all kept silent, listening to the gentle snoring of the Liophant, and then the genie said, ‘Sorry about that. It’s having all that nose, probably.’
‘It’s okay,’ Arthur said sleepily. ‘Do genies snore?’
‘We don’t even sleep,’ said Prince Haraz. ‘Your mother was so kind, I didn’t want to tell her. It might have made her feel bad.’
‘I’ll try to stay awake for a while, if you want to talk,’ Stanley said.
‘No thanks,’ the genie said. ‘I’ll be fine. After all those years alone in the lamp, it’s nice just having company.’
