Puny Cutie Comics Chapter 1: The Magician’s Tops

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Puny Cutie Comics
Chapter 1: The Magician’s Tops


One cold, winter day in December, the great magician, Slain Flack, was working on his potions for his act the next day. Slain’s famous potion act is always welcome at local birthday parties and special occasions. He loves to show off his talents to an audience. Slain and his daughter, Zale, lived in a castle in England. Zale’s mother went missing while she was shopping in the market place one day. Since then, Slain has been working more hours than he stays at home. Slain was about to mix the potion for this final act, when he heard Zale call to him.

“Dad!” said Zale. “Maggie keeps biting my dolls!” Zale came thumping down the wooden castle stairs with Maggie, the talking ferret, in her arms.

“They are called Voodoo Dolls dear, Voodoo Dolls”, said Slain. Slain wants his daughter to become a great magician like him, but Zale just wants to have a normal life.

“I don’t care what they’re called! Just make her stop! I’m trying to play with them.” Zale exclaimed. Zale was playing with her best friend Flan in her room today. They were having a slumber party and Maggie kept disrupting them.

In Maggie’s small jaws was a doll wrapped in a pink and brown dress with pink and yellow sparkled Barbie shoes. There were no needles in the doll because Zale doesn’t hate anybody at her school that much to hurt them.

“Why doesn’t this doll have any needles in it? Don’t you hate anybody? Don’t you want to practice your magic skills?” Slain stopped with frustration and changed the subject. “Go up to your room!” shouted Slain as he turned back to his potion act.

“But –,” Zale was interrupted by her father’s magical thunder clap, ran up to her room, and slammed the door.

Slain sat down and fiddled with his spinner tops. He couldn’t help but think about Zale and her dislike of anything magical. He desperately wanted her to enjoy magic as much as he did, but he didn’t know how to talk to her in a way that would make her understand him.

“If only her mother were here, everything would be fine,” he sighed deeply. Then, he started to think about tomorrow’s potion act.

“THAT’S IT!” he said so loud that Maggie jumped with sudden excitement. “I’ll take her to the potion act tomorrow,” he suggested.

“Don’t you see that she’ll mess it up?” said Maggie with a worried look on her face.

“You worry too much. Why did I even give you the power to speak?” said Slain.

Slain’s familiar snapped, “Well, you wouldn’t have so many good ideas if it weren’t for me!” Maggie hissed, turned around, jumped off the table, and walked out of the potion lab.

Meanwhile, Zale and Flan were in Zale’s top tower room talking about Slain deep into the night.

“I don’t know, I mean, he always pushes me back!” said Zale.

“Well maybe you should come live with me,” said Zale’s best friend Flan.

“Flan, I’m eight years old! I can’t just leave.” Zale thought about how Slain would feel if she left, but could only focus on a way to get back at Slain.

“I got it! I’ll sneak into his lab right now and mess up his tops! He’s got to be in bed by now. Thank you Flan.” Zale got up quietly, tipped-toed down the stairs, and went into Slain’s potion lab where he kept all his tops and potions.

“Ok, I’ve got the tops, but where’s the right potions?” Zale asked herself. Zale had no success and picked a black, blue, and purple potion to mix together.

“Now, the moment of truth,” Zale used her father’s favorite phrase. She poured the potion mix on the tops, hid the tops in the back of a cabinet, and ran back up to her room.

Once Zale made it back safely, she asked Flan, “Want to watch a movie?”

“Sure!”

As Flan and Zale slept, neither of them noticed the bright flashes coming from the lab’s cabinet. Zale’s potion mix lit up the entire cabinet and sent sparks flying throughout the lab.