When Corey got dressed and left the bathroom, he noticed Trina was constructing robot birds out of random scraps and Laney was back to her usual outfit. "These mechanical birds will get our message out," Trina explained as the birds flew off. "They will visit the remaining Crafters who will meet us in Cloud Cuckooland."
"Cloud Cuckooland?" Laney asked. She smiled. "My best friend lives there!"
"What's he or she like?" Corey asked.
"Imagine all of the cute things in existence merged into one person," Laney explained. "She's very likable and helpful, not a single bad thought in her adorable little mind."
"Doubt it," Corey said. "No one could possibly be like that."
"Trust Laney with this one," Trina said. "We need someone like her friend to help us get to the kingdom's capital."
Suddenly, someone knocked on the door. "Open up right now!" a male voice said. "Or we'll open the door for you!"
Trina's eyes widened. "We better get going," she said. Then she opened a door in the ceiling. "This way! Hurry!"
Outside, Corey, Laney, and Trina were on the saloon roof. However, someone was waiting for them. Someone by the name of Carrie. Her usual curled blue hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail and her eyes were shielded by dark sunglasses. "This is your only warning, you turkeys! Surrender the Pick of Destiny or suffer greatly!"
Rather than comply, Laney instead chose to insult. "What's with the new shades, Beff? Is the sun too bright for you? Or has your heart gotten so dark that any light in your eyes is poisonous?"
"SILENCE!" Carrie screamed. "Just give up the Pick, right now!
"Not a chance!" Laney responded. "We would sooner let the wearer die than hand the Pick over!"
"I don't get a say in this?" Corey whined.
"Look everybody," Carrie said. "We can do this the easy way, or-" as if on cue, the three ran off, jumping to another roof. "They took the hard way," Carrie told the robots. "Fire away!"
"Laney, do you know how to get to Cloud Cuckooland?" Trina asked Laney as the two girls and Corey jumped from roof to roof.
"Sure..." Laney said. "It's right next to..." She muttered the next part.
"What was that?" Corey asked.
"A big pile of rubble," Laney said. "Cloud Cuckooland is next to a big pile of rubble."
"If you say so," Trina said as she dodged a laser by performing a backflip. "Just tell us where to go, Laney. You know Cloud Cuckooland better than any of us combined."
"Alright Trina," Laney said. "Just let me build something to help us." In only a few seconds, she had built a handmade hang glider. "You're driving," she told Corey.
And so, Corey proceeded to steer the glider as Trina and Laney held on to the wings. But as he steered, the blue-haired boy noticed there were strange markings on the handle. In fact, if he remembered correctly, those markings were the same ones on the motorcycle's licenses plates!
Before Corey could ask Laney what the markings meant, Carrie blew up the glider, sending the three plummeting to the ground. Luckily, Laney was a quick Crafter. In only five seconds, she used some fence pieces to create a large pig-drawn carriage, allowing them to leave the Pony Ranch.
In the world's forest, the group was being pursued by mutated ponies. One of those ponies shot a laser beam from its horn, disconnecting a wheels from the carriage.
"Does anyone have any good plans?" Laney asked, struggling to control the carriage.
"What we need is something that spins around," Trina answered.
That gave Corey an idea. Using the utmost balance, he stepped outside the carriage and grabbed a random tree branch. "Corey, what are you doing?!" Laney asked.
"Saving our bacon," Corey answered as he scooped up some quick-dry mud from the ground. Then he put the loose wheel in the stick, used the mud to hold it in place, and moved his whole body so he was balancing himself from outside the carriage.
Laney sighed. "This better work," she said. Then with a sharp left turn, she steered the carriage, making the mutant ponies loose track of their target.