Royal rascal bangs his red drum dawn to dusk, drumming courtiers daft with deafening din and driving the palace to pandemonium. From trumpet tantrums to cymbal crashes, his sonic spree summons a sly solution: a sleepy serenade that silences the storm. Kemp's exuberant inks erupt with rhythmic revelry, a boisterous bedtime banger echoing every parent's percussion plight.
