L. Frank Baum - Oz 36 - Lucky Bucky In Oz

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Lucky Bucky In Oz – Oz 36

L. Frank Baum

CHAPTER

1 The Volcanic Bake Shop

2 The Wooden Whale

3 The Jones Cousins

4 TheSchoolofDollfins

5 The Map

6 Over the Hump

7 Beginning a Long Journey

8 The Army Resigns

9 The CWO Painters' Project

10 Kaliko in a Rage

11 King Bucky

12 Over the Rainbow

13 Winning Their Way

14 Tea and Thunderbugs

15 Slippery Going

16 In Search of a River

17 Scarecrow Entertains

18 The Uncles

19 Witch Hunt

20 TheEmeraldCityat Last

21 LakeQuad

CHAPTER 1

The Volcanic Bake Shop

CHUG-CHUG, Chug-chug. The engine in the tug

boat sputtered monotonously.

Lying in the warm sunshine on the upper deck of

his uncle's tug boat, Lucky Bucky looked up into the

sky.

Somewhere inside the boat the ship's clock struck

eight bells. It wastwelve o'clock.

"Time for lunch, almost," he thought drowsily,

watching the engine strain on the long towing line

that pulled three barges at a slow speed through up-

perNew York Bay. The course took them close to the

huge bronze figure of the Goddess of Liberty.

The boy looked up reverently into the face of the

Great Goddess. She seemed to be looking straight at

him and her eyes held an expression of alarm

perhaps she was about to speak... when... Bam!!!

A terrific explosion . . . a sharp hiss of steam and

Bucky shot up into the air with the speed of a rocket!

Recovering from his first surprise, the boy looked

down and saw, far below him, his uncle's tug boat

with a great hole in the cabin roof on the exact spot

where he had been lying. He rose higher and higher

in the air. The tug boat, the Great Goddess of Lib-

erty and all the familiar landmarks grew smaller

and smaller. Gradually they faded completely into

the mist.

Bucky lost all track of time as he whirled through

space, wondering what in the world would happen

next, where he would land-and how. He wasn't ex-

actly pleased with the unexpected situation in which

he found himself.

"That old boiler must have burst," he said to him-

self, uneasily. "Well, I'll just have to make the best

of the bust, I guess."

As he soared beyond the highest clouds, he reso-

lutely pulled his sweater close around his neck and

buttoned up his coat tightly. On and on he sped.

"Everything so far seems okay," he muttered, "no

bones broken. I guess I really am Luck."

From behind the last lazy cloud darted a perspiring

cloud-pusher and a barrel-bird half full of star dust.

"Ker-swisssh!" sneezed the large, round barrel-

bird, as it flew close to Bucky. The boy tried to steady

himself that he might get a better look at the queer

thing. "Where do you think you're going, Stranger?"

enquired the inquisitive bird.

"Maybe you can tell me, for I haven't the slightest

idea," responded the boy as they all shot forward,

side by side.

"Bumps and blithers are ahead," warned the barrel-

bird. "You had better be careful where you go."

Now they were skimming over an endless pink

ocean. Far beyond, rising from the ocean, Bucky no-

ticed the top of a small, active volcano. He was head-

ing straight toward it. He tried to check his speed

but he didn't know how to accomplish this.

"If I were you-which I am very thankful I am not

I would keep away from that volcano," ventured

the bird.

"Don't bother me now with silly suggestions," re-

plied Bucky, trying desperately to brace himself

against what he judged was likely to happen. He

couldn't stop . . . he didn't even have time to think

or to act.

"Here is where Lucky Bucky trusts completely to

his luck," he muttered and closed his eyes tight. Then,

right up to his neck, he plunged into a soft mass of

warm dough. Little bubbles of sour yeast sizzled and

burst all around him. One quick glance showed Bucky

that he had landed half-way up the slope of the steep

volcano. From the crater spurted puffs of fragrant

steam, pungent with the strong odor of cinnamon.

"If I'm still alive, I can thank my lucky stars," thought

the boy as he twisted his head free from the dough.

He gazed around, holding his breath in amazement.

He heard a babble of squeaky voices above him:

"Goodness gracious sakes!!!" exclaimed one fussy

voice. "Bees, bats and buzzards! What's this?" cried

another.

From a ridge above the dough, half a dozen flat

wooden paddles poked the boy in the back. These pad-

dles were attached to the ends of very long handles

and Bucky, who had managed to pull his arms free,

grabbed one of the blades with his sticky fingers. He

called out:

"You fellows be careful up there . . . stop poking

me...

A row of angry faces popped up over the upper

ridge.

"Leave our Doughminion immediately," the mouths

yelled madly. Again the paddles prodded the boy more

savagely. In spite of all attempts to wrench the blade

from his hands, Bucky held on grimly, for he was very

strong. The struggle became a tug of war and the

boy presently felt himself being slowly drawn up, out

of the sticky mass, and dropped on the ridge. He saw

immediately that a swarm of furious little cooks were

pulling desperately on the other end of the paddle.

They were dressed in long white coats reaching to the

ground. Each one wore a high cook's cap on his head.

"Don't mince matters with us!!!" screamed a fussy

master-baker who was wearing an extra large hat.

"Dump the dumpling into the ocean! He's too dumb

to be put into a lamb stew!"

As the cooks became noisier, the whole volcano be-

came excited until, at the mention of lamb stew, a

stream of potatoes, onions and carrots shot out of the

crater. Cries went up for "Parsnips. . . Carrots..

Pumpkins and Peanuts . .. Cabbage and Cake.

Mush and Molasses..." And, sure enough, with each

order screamed, up from the crater came more and

more vegetables for the stew, followed at last by a

large mess of mush and molasses that doused over the

spotless white aprons of the cooks and made the nar-

row ridge slippery and dangerous.

Bucky managed to wrench the paddle from the

loosened grasp of the bakers, and with it, he poked

back at them and chased them half way around the

mountain ledge where they vanished from his sight.

Coming suddenly upon a row of ovens, Bucky opened

one. Inside the volcanic oven were fragrant pies just

turning to a golden brown. Everything about them

looked delicious. Sliding his paddle inside, as he had

once seen a baker slip his peel, Bucky gently drew out

a couple of the pies. His action threw the little cooks

into a loud cry of protest. Defiantly they swung their

long scoops and again ordered him to leave their

Doughmain.

"What in the mischief ails you fellows?" cried the

boy, setting his pies on the ground and swinging his

scoop as several determined bakers prepared to at-

tack him. He wasn't going to be pushed back into

that dough without a struggle. He dropped the pad-

dle and stood facing the cooks, a sizzling hot pie in

either hand. The bakers stopped. . . whispered to-

gether, and waited. .

Bucky took time out to eat one of the pies. But

before he had finished it, the bakers were consulting

again in whispers. He watched them from the corner

of his eye.

In a flash they charged again, swinging their pad-

dles dangerously close to his head. With his own

weapon he fought back against his assailants, tum-

bling many of them into the soft dough below.

Though he fought valiantly, the bakers gained

ground; step by step, they crowded closer. By sheer

force of numbers they surrounded him. The crack,

crack of the scoops clashing together could be heard

far out over the ocean. Bucky received many smart

wallops that made him see stars. The outcome of the

fight began to look dark for the boy as the Scrimmage

rose to its climax.

Suddenly, without warning, the tide of battle turned

the racket ceased. A piercing call of alarm rang out.

"The Pie Rats!!! The Whale!!! Our Doughmain's

in peril!!!!"

All eyes were turned toward the sea. Close to shore

the great head of a huge wooden whale came slowly

up out of the pink ocean. From beneath the whale's

gill a small trap-door flew open, and a gang of rough,

weather-beaten pirates scramhled out. They swarmed

over the beach and began to climb the steep sides of

the volcano, all the while brandishing their long cut-

lasses and huge pistols.

In their excitement and dread of the pirates, the

bakers entirely forgot Bucky, who stood looking on

with amazement. The bakers scurried to a higher

place on the mountain ridge. Here piles of hard bis-

cuits were stacked like cannon balls.

Each little biscuit shooter took a biscuit on his scoop

and expertly sent it whistling down on the head of an

invader. Every shot was so well aimed that it found

its mark.

Crack! Crack! Smack! went the biscuits accom-

panied by a chorus of little squeals. A constant stream

fell on the enemy. Hundreds of hard, dry, slightly

burned biscuits hummed through the air that day and,

as the invaders continued the assault, so the biscuit

shooters increased the bombardment.

The siege was beginning to fail and the pirates to

waver, without the capture of even a single cruller,

when suddenly, as though to end the attack, the crater

of the volcano belched forth a cloud of black pepper.

Sneezing and coughing, the invaders turned in utter

confusion and fled back toward the whale.

With dignity, the whale slipped away from the shore

and swam out just beyond the reach of the pirates.

There, floating calmly on the serene pink ocean, the

whale paid not the slightest attention to the pleadings

of the crew he had so quietly left to meet their fate.

Majestically swishing his tail, the whale moved slowly

beyond range of any stray biscuits that might pop

from above.

From his high position, Bucky had a splendid view

of the beach, the pirates and the whale. The fun was

over almost as soon as it had begun. Now the pirates

were trying wildly to escape, with no retreat left

them.

Pies gone---hope gone, and whale gone, the Pie Rats

threw down their cutlasses and pistols. They hoisted

a white flag in surrender.

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LuckyBuckyInOz–Oz36 L.FrankBaum CHAPTER 1 TheVolcanicBakeShop2 TheWoodenWhale3 TheJonesCousins4 TheSchoolofDollfins5 TheMap6 OvertheHump7 BeginningaLongJourney 8 TheArmyResigns 9 ...

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