The 'Great' of Mumbastilskin

Once upon a time, but not so long ago, there was a poor pimp, who had a diligent son named Torakba. He approached the Mayor to make him more important and to make something of his life. He told him, “I have a son, who can change plastic into gold.”

The greedy Mayor was pleased to hear this, and summoned his son to arrive at his mansion tomorrow morning. So the next day, the Mayor brought his son to a small, dark room, and inside it, there were piles of shopping plastics and an industrial machine. He warned him, “You must change these plastics into gold bling. If you do not want to be abused, you must do this task by the time tomorrow morning. The Mayor then locked the door behind him, leaving the boy behind all alone in the room.

Torakba did not know how to turn the machine on, let alone change plastics into gold. Torakba was afraid because he could do nothing. Torakba could only cry. Suddenly, he heard a croaky groan coming from behind the plastics. He walked curiously across the room towards the strange noise. He saw a half dressed man, who was lying there in a few beers. The man said to him in a sleepy voice, “Why are you crying so loud, mate? Are a girl?! You woke me up! ”

“I’m crying,” Torakba sobbed, “because I have to change these plastics into gold bling for the Mayor.”

“I see, so what’s the big problem with that?” The man asked, “Why are you crying like a girl because of such a thing? It’s not as if you have lost the most precious one.

“But nobody can change plastic into gold!” Cried Torakba tearfully, “It can’t happen! It’s impossible, isn’t it?”

“I can do the task for you, but you have to give me something.” He said, while taking a swig of beer. 

“I have my green watch, which I can give to you!” And then the drunkard slumped onto the chair got to work. The plastics were put into the machine, and it spun and spun and spun so fast, that the appliance was bouncing all over the room. And after countless loads during the day, the room was full of gold and no sign of any plastics.

After tomorrow, the Mayor stepped into the room to inspect the gold. He was happy, but wanted more. The Mayor led Torakba into another larger room. “Make gold with these two machines, the plastics are over by there.” The boss explained, “I want gold before tomorrow! You don’t want to get abuse, isn’t?

Helpless and alone, Torakba cried again. But the same drunken man fell out and for some drunken reason, he was wearing woman’s clothes and half naked. He belched, “Don’t be so girlish, deal it like a man. What would you give me, if I make gold?”

“You can have my shirt unwashed for a year!” he said. The man stumbled over to the machines, and got to work. And the two machines spun and spun and spun all day. By the time the Mayor came, there was nothing left, apart from obnoxious gold jewellery. The gold pleased him, but he still wanted more. Torakba was led to another and larger room, which had more machines and more shopping plastic bag.

“If you give me gold jewellery from this plastic, I will reward you. Now work!” He commanded, as he slammed the door. Torakba, who was more and more upset, sat on the chair and cried. He could do nothing but cry even harder.

The drunk man, who wore nothing but a piece of plastic, appeared and slurred, “Ohh damn !! What will you give me, if I change plastic to gold?”

“But I have nothing for you! You bled me dry!” Torakba replied. But they came to an agreement, that the man would get her first wife. The man began work once again, and when done, there was a room full of gold. Wholly pleased with this gold, the Mayor released him and have him Fair and lovely so that his skin could be fairer.

A year later, Torakba was finally fair and found his dream girl, Angelina Jolie. They got marry and live happily. Torakba totally forgot about the drunken man. But he mysteriously appeared in front of his council house, wearing only a loincloth, and he said, “Now give me what you promised.” Torakba cried, and Torakba offered him anything in this world except for his wife.

He took pity on Torakba, and said, “If you can guess my name in three days, Your wife is yours.” But how could Torakba find out his name in three days? Torakba thought of every name in mind, and asked the regulars in the nearby old folk homes for ideas, but none were his name. Therefore, Torakba decided to send a spy.

After having many adventures and meeting many different creatures within the village, his spy came back.He told Torakba that he saw the drunkard in the gutter, where he fell and he mumbled a poem.

            Today I brew; tomorrow I bake,

            I sing a song for me.

            I am so happy, happy like a monkey,

            Only I know, I’m called Mumbastilskin.

Torakba was happy that he knew the name, and when the man visited his house on the third day, he asked, “What is my name?”

“Samivelu?” he replied.

“No, obiviously. Try again!”

“How about Aaron aziz ?”

“I’m not called that, but if you wanted to, I don’t mind”

“Are you not Mumbastilskin?”

“How did you know that?”  

Mumbalstilskin was so angry, he didn’t see the rake on the garden path, and he stamped his foot down so hard, that the rake impaled it. He was then send to psychiatric hospital and enjoying his life tricking with the people there.