Shortly after the incident with the mermaids the band of travelers mounted the butterfly and took to the air once again. Mr. Wogglebug studied the map for a long time and directed the butterfly where to fly, and after a time he said:

"Stop and land us right down over there for the map is stopping us right there."

And so the butterfly did as he was told and alighted gracefully in the middle of what looked like a very old town with many buildings all of which were grayish with little to no color and the trees around them all looked exactly the same with no variety whatsoever. There was also no wind blowing through them and everything stood perfectly still and quiet.

"Why would the map bring us to a place like this?" asked Dorothy.

"I don't know if I like it," added the Lion. "It's giving me the heebie jeebies!"

"You mean jeebie heebies, Lion," the Scarecrow corrected him.

"That's what I said!" declared the Lion.

"I'm afraid I don't know," responded Mr. Wogglebug. "But if the map led us here we must have some important business here. I'm sure if we just look around we'll it or maybe it will find us."

So they walked around the strange city for a while. As the passed more and more buildings they noticed there was stuff written on each and every one of them.

"Why look!" exclaimed Dorothy. "All these houses have writing on them."

"And the all seem to be facts!" observed the Scarecrow.

"Facts even I didn't know about!" exclaimed Mr. Wogglebug is surprise.

A little further on they noticed a very tall grayish white building which appeared to be the tallest building around them with the most vivid and clear writing on it and at the front of it was written in giant sized words:

The Temple of Knowledge

"Now here is a place I might have important business with," declared Mr. Wogglebug.

"And me too," added the Scarecrow.

"Well then what are you waiting for?" asked the Lion. "Go in and check it out."

"With pleasure," said Mr. Wogglebug.

They approached the steps and started to go inside, but then suddenly someone jumped out at them. It was a strange looking person with a very large head in proportion to its body which was rather small in comparison. His arms were very thin and papery and his legs were short and solid to balance the immense weight of the head.

"Stop!" he shouted. "Go no further for you have no business here!"

Startled, they all stepped back. "Golly!" exclaimed Dorothy. "We're sorry we were intruding. But why can't we go in there?"

"Because that is the Temple of Knowledge, of course," replied the bigheaded man stoutly. "And its entrance is reserved only for those who are of high intelligence like us, and not for those with feeble minds like all of you."

"Ahem! Who are you calling feeble-minded?" demanded Mr. Wogglebug indignantly. "I'll have you know I am the most thoroughly educated bug you will ever find here or anywhere!"

"And I also have the finest brains in all of Oz myself!" added the Scarecrow with equal indignation. "Even though they may not be so large as to look at like yours. And who are you anyway?"

"I'm sorry to have not introduced myself," replied the man. "I am Lobguid. The administrator of this city, the Land of the Living Lobes. Forgive me if I may have misjudged your intelligence but you still cannot pass through the Temple's entrance for it is reserved for our kind alone."

"And why is that?" asked Dorothy.

"Because the temple is filled with facts about things which only we can understand," he replied. "We were blessed with the knowledge and wisdom of all of the universe from the very beginning of it and we seldom allow anyone else into our realm for we get the most terrible headaches trying to think down to your levels."

"Oh my! That is so terrible!" exclaimed Dorothy sympathetically. "You must feel just awful to be this way!"

"Oh no indeed!" asserted the Lobe Administrator. "We are very much happy and content with ourselves and our knowledge which we take pride in enjoying every day."

"But then why does everything around here feel so sad and gloomy to me?" Dorothy inquired.

"Sad?" repeated the Lobe Administrator incredulously. "Why there is no place for sadness around here, or any other emotions for that matter!"

"But why? How can that be?" inquired Dorothy.

"Well one cannot expect to have so much knowledge and wisdom and have feelings and emotions too just to muddle all their wonderful thinking!" the Lobe Administrator declared huffily. "Me and fellow Lobes have prospered for eons without the slightest trace of emotion and we've all been very happy."

"But you can never actually become happy if you don't have emotions!" exclaimed Mr. Wogglebug. "And besides, true wisdom comes from knowledge and feelings put together."

"And just who says this?" demanded the Lobe Administrator.

"My teacher, Professor Nowitall, who gave me my thorough education said so!" Mr. Wogglebug declared.

"Well then I am afraid he was just a feeble-minded simpleton also!" declared the Lobe Administrator haughtily.

"Now just a minute, you can't talk that way about him and me!" Mr. Wogglebug declared, much insulted. "I should know what he says is true for I have always put it to good use and it has never failed me. And I do know that knowledge without feelings is nothing because I use my knowledge to take care of my friends and that makes me happy."

"Mr. Wogglebug is right," agreed the Tin Man. "Brains alone can't make one happy and happiness is the best thing in the world. Happiness, and romance, and joy, and hope, and love!"

"That is what I call sentimental moonshine," the Lobe Administrator said waving his hand dismissively. "And what about emotions like Sadness, misery, jealousy, anger, and hate?"

They thought for a moment about this and then the Tin Man said, "Well, those emotions may be bad for you and bad for others but the good ones are much stronger and last much longer than those."

"And if you have the right amount of knowledge as you say you do," added Mr. Wogglebug, "then you will know how to avoid those bad emotions at most times."

"Especially with love," added the Tin Man. "I do know that my love for my wife and my son keep my heart filled with goodness."

"And it's the same with me too," added the Scarecrow. "My brains wouldn't mean anything to me if I didn't have a loving wife and son to share them with."

"And that goes for me too," added the Lion. "I have just found the love of my life so I should agree."

"And me too," added Dorothy. "My friends and family are the most important things in all the world to me."

"But we have no use for love around here," declared the Lobe Administrator. "All we do is think all day and use our brains and a heart would just get broken if we had any, and thankfully we do not."

"You have no hearts!" exclaimed the Tin Man. "But why not?"

"We don't know," admitted the Lobe Administrator. "But we suppose we were born that way as we were meant to be so."

Mr. Wogglebug took out the magic looking glass Glinda had given them and looked at the Lobe Administrator's reflection in it. He saw that there was a hollow empty space in the center of his chest where a heart should be and it was obvious that it had somehow been removed. He looked up at his face and his own heart filled with sympathy as he saw the saddest expression he had ever seen.

"What are you looking at?" the Lobe Administrator snapped when he saw his expression. "Get out of here! All of you! Go away and leave us alone!"

He spoke so loud and forceful they couldn't help but obey. They quickly ran away at back the way they'd come. When they reached where they'd left the butterfly they stopped and caught their breaths.

"Oh I do feel sorry for those poor people for having no hearts," said the Tin Man.

"So do I," said Dorothy, "but what can we do for them? Especially if they don't want us here."

"I looked in the mirror Glinda gave us and I saw that their hearts were stolen from them somehow," said Mr. Wogglebug, "and it has made them so unhappy they don't even know it. I just wish we could find out where their hearts were and give them back to them."

Just then a large pink bird flew up to them and perched itself on a tree nearby.

"Who are you?" asked Dorothy.

"I am a messenger from Glinda," it said. "I've come to tell you the hearts of the Living Lobes were stolen from them by the Wicked Witch of the East a long time ago. Their hearts are hidden away inside a locked box which is hidden underneath a rock that is shaped like a tear which is hidden under a pile of rocks at the bottom of a mountain which is located at the edge of this city. I hope you will succeed in finding it."

Then after bowing to them the large pink bird flew away again.

"Well," said Mr. Wogglebug. "Now it seems we have a mountain to find and a buried treasure to uncover."

So they got onto the butterfly which flew them to the edge of the city and there they saw the mountain. It was a very strange looking mountain for it looked almost as if it were upside down. Its lower half was long and skinny and its upper top was heavy and full.

"This had sure better be worth the effort," said the Lion when he saw the mountain.

The butterfly landed at the bottom of the mountain at which they saw many rocks piled high on top of each other all around it.

"Well, where should we start looking?" asked Dorothy.

"I have a feeling I know where to look," said the Tin Man.

"How do you know?" asked the Scarecrow.

"Well, remember I once thought I had no heart but then I looked inside of me and I found it was there all along and now I believe if I let my own heart be my guide I will find theirs," the Tin Man replied.

He then set to work throwing rocks out of the way and the others soon joined him. It took them a long time, in fact it was nearly dark when they finally uncovered the rock that was shaped like a tear.

"Here it is!" exclaimed the Tin Man in victory.

Then he took his ax and cut the rock open. Inside it was a large tinder box which appeared to be locked securely shut. So then Mr. Wogglebug took the magic key Glinda gave them and put into the lock and opened extremely easily. When they opened it up they saw hundreds of glowing red hearts. Altogether the glow was so dazzling they had to shield their eyes from it before they quickly closed the box again.

"Now to return these to their rightful owners," said Dorothy.

"I'm sure they'll be so happy to have them back," added the Tin Man.

So then they went back to the Temple of Knowledge and were once again met with the scowling Lobe Administrator.

"I thought I told you to keep away from here!" he said.

"You did," replied Mr. Wogglebug. "But we had to come back to return these to you, good sir."

The Lobe Administrator looked curious as they handed him the box and when he opened it, just as they had, he gasped and shielded his eyes from the dazzling glare of the many hearts inside.

"Why what's this?" he asked bewildered.

"Why they're your hearts which were stolen from you so long ago," replied Mr. Wogglebug.

"They are? Why I haven't had a heart in so long I've forgotten how they look... and also how they feel," he said quietly as he reached inside the box and picked one up. No sooner had he touched it then it disappeared and then reappeared briefly in the center of his chest. He gasped audibly and clutched at his chest as his eyes went wide and his face took many different expressions of different emotions. Finally he settled one one which was a mixture of happy and sad and burst into tears.

"Oh I do thank you all so much for returning my heart to me," he cried. "I never knew it but I was so unhappy without it and now that I have it and can feel again I realize all the things you said about having one were absolutely right. Can you ever forgive me?"

"Of course," they all said in unison.

"My memory is all coming back to me now," the Lobe Administrator continued as he wiped his eyes. "Many years ago a witch cam to our town and told us our hearts were clogging up our ability to think properly and she would do us a favor by removing them from us and now I realize that it was a trick. Now you have brought them back. How can I ever repay you?"

"You can tell us anything you know about Ozma, the missing princess of Oz," replied Mr. Wogglebug as he showed him Ozma's picture.

"Ozma? Oh yes, Ozma! She used to visit us many years ago when we still had our hearts and she told us how she dreamed of overthrowing the wicked witches of Oz and letting everyone live in harmony."

"What do you know about her disappearance?" inquired Mr. Wogglebug.

"Just that the wicked witches of the East, West, and North had been responsible for kidnapping and enchanting her and her parents in some way," he replied. "And also their was an old woman who had lost her memory around the time of the royal family's mysterious disappearance. No one knew who she was or what happened to her either."

"Hmm..." Mr. Wogglebug mulled. "I suspect those wicked witches were somehow behind her as well. Well, thank you for your time we must be on our way now."

"Of course," he replied. "And I must be on my way also to return all these hearts to the citizens here."