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You sent me.

Oh.

Jenner. Lily.

Tink.

Boys.

Lily. Lily.

Tink. Jenner.

Oh, nugget.

Fangs did this.

Fangs. Where are the children?

Let's not jump to the worst of it.

Maybe they slipped out.

I wager they'd head to Oscar's fast as a buttered swap like we told them. To

Oscar's, then.

The pup is locked on something out back.

You take the wagon to town. Find Oscar. Check the jail.

I'll see what Nugget's nose has to say.

Nia, we'll find them.

We'll find them.

Can the war hounds get in?

We're stuck till they leave. But for now, we're safe.

Safe? About to be trapped in the dark with Remy's huge ghost when our candles

fit our heads.

Wikipedia. Unbolt the door.

Unbolt the door.

Pete?

Unbolt the door.

Leave. Now.

Should we bring these?

Please don't be scared.

We need your help.

Keep them safe. I will.

Get up. Go. We go.

These must stay.

Go.

Follow Peter.

lizard sign.

What could those three be thinking wandering this far from town?

The forest?

You sure?

Wouldn't mind a mite if I had a weapon right about now.

We'd best be at it sooner than later.

Zuzab, have you seen Tink?

Is Oscar in?

Nia? Are my children here?

Tomorrow is Janice Day. Fangs turned our house upside down.

My children were there alone.

They're gone, Oscar.

Oh, dear.

Are they in jail?

No. I've checked.

They aren't there.

So they might have escaped.

Are your kids aware of ankle jelly?

I'm sure they've heard the stories, but I've said nothing.

Because I had maps. and, well, other dangerous literature hidden in a cubby.

as Jildy Winkle wrote... Sorry.

One of my maps disappeared the same day Tink got a belly itch. And, well, that

map was inked on a bristly black hide.

But even if Tink took it, why would they go to Ankle Jelly?

Why now?

Perhaps to find help for Sarah.

Why would they ink... Because I think Tink took one of these as well.

The florid sword.

They went to find the floor board.

Grab your hat, Oscar. Yes, ma 'am.

Swipley, now we can ease to the wood.

First whip!

Crap on wiggies! Hold tight!

What?

rebels. Let me pass.

Now what are your clacky claws doing with the boss's whistler?

Planning to go tattle to crack?

Special mission.

Not for you.

You're lying.

He thinks he got a special mission.

killed my dream oh easy now slarvey don't want to spark another tussle you

win

I have to say, Slarby, you're a reasonable fighter.

Wait against a lame thwap.

You

killed

Fop!

He was always good for a laugh.

What are you ever good for?

You've got some spraining to do, maggot.

Always making me trouble amongst my troops.

Making me trouble in town.

And you pinched my whistler.

Tell them in the back.

Grind his fangs, grub.

Best to just squeeze your neck. Poof. No more slob. No more

trouble.

Mickey Buntings, across.

But wait, sir.

You want us to just walk through the tops of these trees?

Can you fly?

No. Oh.

Well, then, yes, you'll walk.

I think I can cross.

Don't chase Pete.

Retreat.

Retreat! But we don't know where we are.

Go this way, then that way, and that way twice, and that way again, and then the

same, but backwards.

Then that way twice, and then that way again, and then the same, but backwards.

I think we better just follow Pete.

Thank you for saving us from those weird -eyed dogs.

That was very rave.

Take us home?

Can we do the vine thing again?

How do you know how to do all this?

Walking? No.

Fighting hounds?

Ankle jelly swords?

Vines that whoosh up into the trees?

Hidden paths in the leaves?

Channer. Chank -a -tank. Always ever curious, but no talking.

No talking. Go home.

Can't you help us?

Or tell us who you are?

I am Pete.

And Pete is one who hurts who he wants to help. Best to help by never helping.

Read it back.

My horrible and ferocious.

It was the most ferocious.

General Crack.

Vigilant as I am, I recently seized this lone piece of forbidden

jewelry from a sneaky Glipwooder. Had there been more jewels, I would

certainly have sent them along as well. Your most trusted officer, Norm the

Ever Watchful.

I expect you'll be promoted for this, Commander.

Please remember my help for this.

Oh, you should know your true worth to us blaggers.

To General Crack!

Bring me another crow.

Who knows what stockman hands might do to her or him or them for you.

By myself is best.

Yes.

I want one.

I don't think he wants to follow him.

Come on.

Pete says what, Malcolm? Not welcome.

We could be barging when he needs.

We don't know where we are. We had to follow you. I told you the way. There,

where the sun's still wet.

Uh, where the sun will set? Yes, the path to Wigabee's dead.

Now go, go, go, go, go.

I'm glad I got to see your treehouse, Mr. Pete.

It's lovely.

It's Kymastle, my castle.

No place for Tinker, Willie, and Jam.

Jam?

I'm starving.

You eat dried leaves?

Sometimes wet.

Who are you anyway?

Is Pete even your real name?

What is a real name?

What's your real name then?

Jan Rigby.

Is it?

I just want to know if you're the floored sword.

The floored sword?

No, no, no, surely not me.

I'm Pete, am I? Yes, yes, yes, not some thwarted lord.

Fangs took our friend.

Do you know any Fang fighters who can help us get her back?

No one comes back.

Sarah will. No, no one comes back.

Not even luckiest keepers get to come back.

Not all the way.

He can't help us.

We're just wasting time. Let's go.

Who's Arthur Wingfeather? No!

No!

Wingfeather? Do you know who he is? No, no. No more. No, no, no.

No, no.

Get away. Get away. Get away from me.

Jenna, my boy, come out.

They're not up here. Take me below.

Weapons have been disturbed.

Look, this is Tink's.

So, they managed to solve the door code.

Clever children.

Dear, dear.

Dear, dear.

They'll have so many questions now.

Baker, keep them safe.

They made it here, didn't they? I expect they've made it home. I should get

back.

Pete has been here, too?

My, how the soup does thicken.

That's a quote from... I don't care.

The Earl of Butterford.

Seize this lone piece of forbidden jewelry from a sneaky glib one.

Norm, you fool.

These are a near -end jewels.

You found humans in possession of jewels, and you let them walk free.

Scribe.

You bellowed? Write a message.

You imbecile! Me?

No. Well, yes, but I meant it as part of my message.

Arrest by dawn all who dwell where this shiny was found, or I will ride

into Glipwood and personally draw and quarter you.

I don't know what comes next, Oscar.

Please keep an eye out and be ready if we need to.

Try not to over -fret, Nia. They're probably already safe at home.

I might go bollum -prote.

Ouch! Almost.

How do you know this is the way home?

It doesn't look like the way... We're walking through treetops. This is what

treetops look like.

Nugget! It's Nugget!

Nugget!

Grandpa, up here!

What in the deep are you doing all the...

Were you following us? You!

Get away from my children.

He helped us up here, Grandpa.

Well, he better help you down.

Wiggables, there's a ladder there.

A ladder there, up under the edge. Bridge, underneath.

Found it!

Whoa! Me first!

Uh, here.

You go first, and I can help you over the edge.

Or... I'll carry her. Hop on my back.

Little eggy bird.

She'll be safe.

Long enough.

If you drop my grandbaby... Grandpa, Mr. Pete has a castle in the trees.

And inside there's so many... Drop her to me.

I'll catch her.

to worry you, Grandpa.

We will run our way home. But there's ladders and bridges all over the woods.

Want to see them?

What's wrong, Grandpa?

Mr. Peep saved us at Anguijelly. He's nice.

Ha! Nice?

You keep away. Grandpa!

He just saved you from that jiggle.

A little late to decide you'll start saving people now, wouldn't you say?

You're never to speak to that man again, you hear?

And don't think you won't be in a fine kettle for this, Jan or Igby, worrying

your mama near to death.

Yes, sir.

Shut your bug choppers.

We got a pack of dangerous criminals. Has to be nabbed tonight.

Are we grabbing that flooring, Dodd?

No. We arrest the Igabees.

Wait.

Our dangerous criminals is the Lady Bakes Maggot Loaf and the

Old Peg Legger. And the Little Piggies. All of them. All right, then.

Ought to be an easy snatch. Come back, Empty Claude, and I'll feed you your own

scaly tails.

Got it, boss.

Move out.

Your ma'll be sick over ye.

We best scurry on afore the light fizzles.

Don't dally in your regrets, boy.

Sometimes being a man means facing up to your consequence.

Who's Espen Wingfeather?

Where'd you learn that name, son?

Who is Espen Wingfeather?

Espen...

Oh, well, now, Esben, he was your father, and, uh...

Oh, retreat.

Norm gave orders to arrest you all.

Sash my wagon up the road. Arrest us?

The children, too?

Mama!

Oscar, get these pups to you -know -where. I'll meet you up when I'm done.

Children, do as he says.

Run away!

Run!

I'm gonna fight them too!

No, you'll come with me. Half the fight is picking the right time to fight. Now

is not that time.