We just left the archives again for more research on the music box. "Well, that was a waste of time." Hop Pop said. "You said it." Anne sighed. "I can't believe there was nothing in the archives about our music box. Sprig and Polly were astonished by the look of the music box. "So, you really think that this is your key to getting home?" Sprig asked. "Well, it zapped us here, so, yeah, it's pretty much our only lead." I replied. "Really looking forward to finding someone who can help us fix this thing." "Don't worry, girls, we'll figure it out eventually." Hop Pop said as he was stopped by a bunch of cute creatures crossing the road. Sprig found an egg. "Guys, look, it's a ticket to the Bizarre Bazaar!" Sprig exclaimed. "The what now?" Anne asked. "The Bizarre Bazaar, I've never been, but I heard stories, it's a mysterious night market that passes through once a year, exotic foods, games, mysterious treasures." Sprig explains. "Really?" I asked. "Maybe someone there will know how the music box works." Anne added. "Hold up!" Hop Pop exclaimed. "From what I heard, that bazaar is full of greedy degenerates, wave that thing around and it'll get stolen for sure, tell you what, I'll reach out to some frogs I know and see if they know a thing about your music chest." "Alright, fine." Anne groaned as Bessie continued moving forward. "We're still going to the bizarre bazaar tonight, aren't we?" Sprig whispered. "Obvi." I responded.

Later that night, we made an escape from the house to go to the bizarre bazaar. "Bizarre Bazaar, here we come." I whispered. "Okay, which way?" Anne asked. "I don't know." Sprig replied. "I think the egg is supposed to show us." Sprig dropped the egg and a tiny creature ran away, probably to the bizarre bazaar. "After it!" Anne exclaimed very quietly. We chased the creature, but it got away in a hole. "No, we were so close!" Suddenly, some mushrooms started glowing, like it was leading a path. It was the entrance to the Bizarre Bazaar. We looked inside to see a mysterious night market. "Whoa, Hop Pop was right, this place is intense." I said. "Hey, check it out, those look just like the markings on the music box." "Where's the vendor?" Anne asked as she found a sign that said, Out to lunch. "Are you kidding me?" "Hey, it's fine, they'll be back." Sprig explains. "And in the meantime, might as well check out the rest of the bazaar." "Okay, but we gotta come right back here, we don't want to mess this up." I sighed.

Sprig took us all over the bazaar to have some fun. "Wow, it's amazing how far removed this place is from Wartwood." Anne gasped. "There's absolutely nothing familiar here." "Oh, hey, there's Wally." Sprig points out. We saw him gambling, but he gets taken away by some creatures in cloaks.

The one stand finally opened up. "Finally!" I exclaimed as Anne grabbed Sprig and we walked over to the stand. "Welcome to Valeriana's Antiques." The vendor greeted. "Guys, I think she's missing an arm." Sprig whispered. "I heard that." Valeriana said. "Hey, what is this thing?" Sprig asked to change the subject. "Just one of my many treasures collected from my years of travel." She explains. "I've seen and heard it all." "Bet you haven't seen anything like us, though." Anne said. "No not exactly." Valeriana replied. "Uh, there's something we need you to take a look at." I explained. "You sure about this?" Sprig asked. "Maybe Hop Pop was right." "You heard her, she's seen it all." Anne replied. "If anyone knows anything about the music box, it's..." "Anne, where's your backpack?" I asked when I see a frog in a mask with Anne's backpack. "Hey, that's my backpack you little creep!" Anne shouted as we ran after him.

He stopped at an empty stand, which ended up being his own. "Come to try your luck at my fun and exciting game?" He asked. "Absolutely not!" Anne snapped. "Give me my backpack!" "Backpack?" He asked. "The one on your prize wall." I replied. "Oh, you mean the magical pouch of mystery." He said. "Who can say where it came from, or how?" "Nice try." Anne grunted as she started to grab her backpack, but we were stopped by the cloaked creatures. "Once something is on the prize wall, the only way to get it back is to win it." He explains. "We can't lose the music box, what are we gonna do?" I asked. "There's only one thing we can do." Sprig replied. "Alright, we'll play your game, you little sicko." Anne groaned.

He brought us to his game, which was kinda like a go cart race, but with cockroaches. I also played a similar video game with Marcy back at home. "Giant cockroaches, of course." Anne whispers. "Now, who has the guts to challenge these strange-looking bipeds, and the little pink boyfriend?" He asked the crowd. "Whoa, not my boyfriend!" We exclaimed. "Yeah, they're way too old for me." Sprig added. "And I like girls." I mumbled so no one could hear. At this moment, a big frog, who goes by The Wrecker, decided to take us on. "Oh, boy, alright, let's do this." Anne sighed. "The race is on!" He announced.

We began the race at the same speed as The Wrecker. He pushed us out of bounds, because there's no rules. Sprig used his tongue to pull us ahead, but The Wrecker had a spiny blue bug, which did remind me of the video game. He threw it towards us and crossed the finish line. "I can't believe we lost the music box." I sighed. Now the bazaar was closing and everyone was leaving. "Now we'll never get home." Anne cried. "It's okay, guys, maybe we can find someone who knows The Wrecker." Sprig suggested. "Track him down, ya know." "The frogs in there said they hadn't seen him in years, no, he's long gone by now." I sighed. "Hey!" A voice shouted behind us. It was The Wrecker. "Look, I know you won my backpack, but there's something inside that we really need." Anne begged. "You've gotta give it back, I'll do anything!" He took off a mask and it was Hop Pop. "Hop Pop?" We asked. "I'm so confused." Anne said. "Isn't it obvious, Anne, I knew you three couldn't resist the Bizarre Bazaar, so I decided to keep watch in case you got yourselves in a pickle, which you did, a big fat pickle, anyways, here you go." Hop Pop explains as he returned the backpack. "Hop Pop, you're the best!" Anne gasped. "You were right, we were too impatient for answers." I added. Anne gave him the music box. "We're okay with waiting a little longer." "I'll do my best, girls." Hop Pop replied. "I know how important this is to you both."