When Magnus, Greylock, and Slickwell had gone, there was a sigh of relief from all around, signaling the end of the adventure. The peaceful moment was broken when Penny asked, "James, can I talk to you for a minute?"

"Okay," James replied, and led her out into the hall. "What's up?" he asked when they were alone.

"I want to thank you for including me in this adventure of yours," Penny started, "But are you sure I don't have to be embarrassed about my middle name?"

"That's right, and just like my middle name came from a song, so did yours," James explained, and he sang a line from one of Roland's favorite songs: "Her name was Anne and I'll be damned if I recall her face. She left me not knowin' what to do."

Penny smiled. "I never thought of it that way! Thank you!"

"Like I said, music makes everything better," James squeezed her hand.

"Now you'll probably have to tell my parents that, and about the song," Penny added. "They're always telling me not to be embarrassed about my middle name, and now you found the perfect solution! And maybe you could set one of your mysteries in Brilliancia. You might have to come to my castle and learn the layout, though."

"That's a brilliant idea, Penny! Andrew Harmon and Julie Melody, on location!" James grinned as he led her back to the throne room.

After Miss Elodie offered to take Penny home, and they were thanked for their help, everyone told Amber about what happened.

"I'm sorry I caused so much trouble," Amber apologized.

"Slickwell was the one who caused trouble, not you," Roland assured her.

"That's right, and it's lucky I kept all of my birth mother's spell books. That's how we were able to find the cure for you so quickly," Lucinda agreed. She held up the book that Candice had found. "The tiara was found in this book, and the cure for its spell was on the next chapter."

"What was that tiara, anyway?" Dorrie asked. "You said you'd seen it before."

"It's called the Diadem of Memory," Lucinda explained. "If someone puts it on, their memory is stolen, and they act like the first thing they come in contact with."

"Like a character in one of James' stories?" Sofia suggested, recalling how Dorrie had thrown one of James' story folders at Amber when she was wearing it.

"That's right," Lucinda nodded.

"How much do you want to bet that Slickwell wanted to use that tiara to make Amber think she was his helper so they could do something to steal Baileywick's job?" James asked.

"James, you know I disapprove of gambling, but I know exactly what you're saying," Baileywick agreed.

"But I thought you liked The Gambler!" James grinned.

"The song, yes; the activity, no," Baileywick smirked.

"Luckily, the potion we made reverses the spell. And the diadem itself can be used every seventy-five years," Lucinda broke in, ending the friendly bantering.

"That's good to know," Miranda commented, putting an arm around Amber. "But what became of it?"

"Well, Miranda, it's right where it fell when Slickwell originally hit Amber," Roland pointed at the tiara, which Sir Finnegan and the guards were keeping an eye on. "And as soon as Magnus and Greylock took Slickwell with them back to Rudistan, I got in contact with Cedric's father, Goodwin the Great. He said he'd be right over," Roland finished his explanation as he saw Cedric's parents approaching with Baileywick. "Speak of the devil!"

"May I present Goodwin the Great, former Sorcerer of Enchancia, and his wife, Winifred the Wise," Baileywick announced.

"King Roland!" Goodwin smiled and bowed as he entered the throne room.

"Thank you for coming, Goodwin, Winifred," Roland smiled.

"Is Princess Amber all right? As soon as we learned about the Diadem of Memory, Goodwin started working on a potion to help her," Winifred told him.

"That's very kind of you, but we also made a potion to help her, since I have a book about that myself," Lucinda explained, showing her the book.

"That's the exact potion we were going to use!" Winifred smiled. "I suppose it's true what they say: Great minds think alike!"

"Now, Winifred," Goodwin chuckled as he turned back to Roland and Miranda. "If it's all right with you, your Majesties, we'll take this tiara with us back to Mystic Meadows."

"The sooner that thing's out of this castle the better," Miranda murmured to Roland, who nodded in agreement.

"Why would you take it there?" Sofia asked.

Goodwin smiled. "Because it so happens that the basement of our cottage is where I store such items," he explained, encasing the tiara in a magical bubble. "A special section of the basement is devoted to dark items, and has a spell on it that neutralizes their power."

"Excellent idea," Roland agreed. "I think you should also take this with you." He tried to be careful as he picked up Slickwell's Pin of Klutzenheimer, but he still stumbled into Goodwin and Winifred as he handed it to them.

Winifred smiled as she helped steady him. She encased the pin in a second magic bubble so she could handle it without slipping. "The Pin of Klutzenheimer," she mused. "I can't believe we have it in our possession at last!"

"We'll put it with the tiara in our basement," Goodwin assured Roland, "Nobody will ever be able to use this evil thing ever again!"

Even Baileywick seemed happy that the pin would no longer be a threat to him, or anyone else. He'd seen enough of that pin to last a few lifetimes, and he said as much to Roland as he showed Goodwin and Winifred outside.

A few days later, James was feeling better, and he was doing some catch-up work on some royal paperwork. He'd been at it since after breakfast, and he didn't show any signs of slowing up. Jagger had come in, and was keeping him company as he put on some music. This had always been one of his favorite songs to do in Music Appreciation; the whole class always did the chorus as loudly as they could.

Wee-ooh wim-o-weh. Wee-ooh wim-o-weh.
Wim-o-weh o-wim-o-weh o-wim-o-weh o-wim-o-weh
o-wim-o-weh o-wim-o-weh o-wim-weh.
Wim-o-weh o-wim-o-weh o-wim-o-weh o-wim-o-weh
o-wim-o-weh o-wim-o-weh o-wim-weh.

In the jungle, the mighty jungle, the lion sleeps tonight.
In the jungle, the mighty jungle, the lion sleeps tonight.

Wee-ooh wim-o-weh.

("I can't hear you, buddy! Back me up!" James ruffled Jagger's fur.)

Wim-o-weh o-wim-o-weh o-wim-o-weh o-wim-o-weh
o-wim-o-weh o-wim-o-weh o-wim-weh.
Wim-o-weh o-wim-o-weh o-wim-o-weh o-wim-o-weh
o-wim-o-weh o-wim-o-weh o-wim-weh.

James grinned as Jagger howled along with the chorus and he sang the verses. He knew their voices couldn't go as high as the singers, but they still did their best.

Near the village, the peaceful village, the lion sleeps tonight.
Near the village, the peaceful village, the lion sleeps tonight.

Wee-ooh wim-o-weh. Wim-o-weh o-wim-o-weh o-wim-o-weh
o-wim-o-weh o-wim-o-weh o-wim-o-weh o-wim-weh.
Wim-o-weh o-wim-o-weh o-wim-o-weh o-wim-o-weh
o-wim-o-weh o-wim-o-weh o-wim-weh.

Jagger was impressed with how quickly James was able to turn out an edited version of the papers, but he still wanted to play.

Hush, my darling, don't fear, my darling, the lion sleeps tonight.
Hush, my darling, don't fear, my darling, the lion sleeps tonight.

Whuh whuh whuh wim-o-weh. Wee-ooh wim-o-weh wee-ooh
wim-o-weh wee-ooh wim-o-weh.

"Come on, James, let's go play!" Jagger whined when the song ended.

"I'll be right there, Jag; I just need to finish proofing this paper," James replied, as he was involved in going over the paper in his hands and making the necessary revisions.

"You said that six papers ago!" Jagger sighed as he heard a knock on the door. He jumped off the bed, and since it was open, looked around. He perked up when he saw Lucinda. "What are you doing here?"

Lucinda winked at him. "You know what I'm doing here, Jagger," she said as she handed him a paper.

Jagger took the paper in his teeth and brought it over to James, who finally put the paper he was editing on a pile of finished documents. He put it on top of the papers that were yet to be edited.

James found the paper, and as he scanned it, he groaned to himself. However, it was out of frustration rather than exhaustion. "I know Dad says the staff has trouble spelling, but this is unbelievable," he muttered. "Well, let's check the damage…"

Unknown to James, the family, Dorrie, and Candice, had gathered outside the door, which was wide open. The girls had written up a fake document for James to edit. They knew that he always read the papers to himself as he worked, so he wouldn't suspect a thing. They also deliberately put in spelling, grammar, and punctuation mistakes, knowing that his keen proofreading skills would catch them, but he wouldn't catch onto what they were doing until it was too late.

James stretched as he looked over the document. "This is weird," he mused as he finished editing it. "Why would Dad be given a paper like this?"

"What's it say?" Jagger asked.

James blinked. "Wait a minute. This isn't for Dad. It says 'Today's Agenda for James.'"

"Well, read it! What's on the agenda today: Playing, playing, and more playing?" Jagger asked.

"'First item, put on a song you like, and make sure your door is open,'" James made sure he read it correctly, then shrugged again as he put one of his favorite songs on and nodded at the door, which was indeed wide open.

Paperback writer

"Why am I not surprised about that?" Jagger said dryly, hearing James' favorite Beatles song start playing.

James started singing as he read the list at the same time.

Dear Sir or Madam, will you read my book?
It took me years to write, will you take a look?
It's based on a novel by a man named Lear
And I need a job, so I want to be a paperback writer
Paperback writer

"'Second item, if someone comes in, just ignore them and go about your business,'" James read over the music. "'However, if they tap you on the shoulder, look up.'"

It's the dirty story of a dirty man
And his clinging wife doesn't understand
His son is working for the Daily Mail
It's a steady job but he wants to be a paperback writer
Paperback writer

As he was singing and going over the document, he felt a tap on his shoulder. He looked up and saw Dorrie grab his ankles. At the same time, Candice grabbed his shoulders and Sofia took the paper.

Paperback writer

It's a thousand pages, give or take a few
I'll be writing more in a week or two

Sofia smiled as she continued reading. "'Third item, the people in the room have permission to put the papers on the desk. They should be organized so edited and original drafts don't get mixed.'"

I can make it longer if you like the style
I can change it round and I want to be a paperback writer
Paperback writer

"I'll take care of that," Amber offered as she put the papers in different piles on the desk.

At the same time, James, who had a strange feeling, tried to get out of their grip, but the girls held him fast. That didn't stop him from seeing Roland and Miranda outside the door. "Mom! Dad! Help me!"

If you really like it you can have the rights
It could make a million for you overnight

Roland smirked as he and Miranda came in and Miranda held his wrists. "James, you know you aren't supposed to read ahead!" As he pinned James on the bed, he read the last item on the list, "'Final item, turn the music up as loud as it can go and let's play 'Let's Get James'! But he is allowed to yell for help. Someone might have to pick a new song if the current one is ending.'"

"'Let's get James?'" James asked, still trying to get out from under them.

If you must return it, you can send it here
But I need a break and I want to be a paperback writer
Paperback writer

Candice grinned down at him. "You heard him: Let's get James!"

As everyone began a game of 'Tickle the Singer', they saw that he was trying to glare at them, but they saw that he was having as much fun as they were due to the grin on his face. "Really?" James tried to sound accusing, but he didn't sound too upset since he was laughing so hard.

Roland grinned down at him as he mussed his hair. "Don't be like that, James; you know I said I'd wait until you felt better before we did this again!"

Paperback writer

Paperback writer, paperback writer
Paperback writer, paperback writer
Paperback writer, paperback writer
Paperback writer, paperback writer

By the time the song was ending, James was laughing so hard that he could barely sing. He was also trying to keep away from Jagger, who was licking him in the face. "Violet! Baileywick! Help me!" he shouted, seeing them outside. He looked up quickly, and when he saw another person come up, he shouted, "Sir Finnegan!"

Sir Finnegan entered, but instead of helping him, mussed his hair. "I think you've got everything under control here, Little Prince!" he chuckled. He was about to walk away, but Sofia handed him a CD and asked him to turn up the volume. He obliged by putting it in James' radio and turning up the volume. "There you go, Princess Sofia. Now, Prince James, sing your way out of that!" he joked as he left the room.

As the new song started, Violet and Baileywick smiled at each other, not just in amusement at what was going on, and that James was singing with his door open again, but the song happened to be one of their favorites. "You don't need our help, Prince James, I'm sure this is nothing the great Andrew Harmon can't handle," Violet joked as James yelled for help.

Baileywick was also smiling at the scene. "Never a dull moment in Enchancia, Violet."

Inside James' room, Amber was also smiling as she ruffled his hair. "Thanks for helping me, James."

"We won't forget this in a hurry!" James laughed under everyone.

Everyone nodded in agreement. Even though James said he wouldn't write about what happened to Amber, he still might use a similar idea. And now he had even more ideas for stories which he knew everyone would love.

The End

Author's notes

Thanks to Niagara14301 for helping out with details on this chapter.

Thanks also to theblindwriter95 for helping out with some details on this chapter.

Carefree Highway by Gordon Lightfoot is not mine, and the reason why it became one of Roland's favorite songs can be found in chapter 2 of Niagara14301's story Glimpses.

The Lion Sleeps Tonight by the Tokens is not mine.

Paperback Writer by the Beatles is also not mine.

"I can't hear you buddy, back me up!" is from The Lion King.

The Gambler by Kenny Rogers is not mine, and the song can be found in chapter 6 of Niagara14301's A Royal Rift.

James' complaint about the staff having trouble spelling is from chapter 2 of my story Pet Stories.

Well, another story's come to an end. I had a lot of fun writing this, and I hope you had fun reading it.