Tin Girl: Finally we're getting somewhere...

Scarecrow: Yay! I'll get sane! Whoo!

Dib: And I'll finally get out of here! Uh, no offense...

Lion: And I, the lion, will finally get enough self-esteem to take my rightful place as mighty ruler of the forest!

A tune began to play. As the lion stepped into the spotlight, Dib sat in the corner and took the opportunity to update his Paranormalists' Journal.

If I Could Conquer the Forest
Lion: If I could conquer the forest,
Not hill, not field, not dune.
I'd rule each thing in the forest,
Each squirrel, each pig, each raccoon.

Dib looked up from his journal.

Dib: Do pigs even live in the forest?

Lion: Yes they do. Now quiet, and let me continue my amazing song!

I'd control them all with an iron claw!
I would doom enemies,
Until they'd withdraw!

As I'd raise my hand,
Giving a command,
All the beasts would kneel,
To my grand appeal!
They would bow to their great king!
If I were conquering!

And all would soon bow down to me.
They'd dedicate a town to me.
I would growl and roar,
Like never before,
'Til they were all obeying!
If I were conquering!
Conquering!

Scarecrow: And all would soon bow down to him.
They'd dedicate a town to him.
And his power would always remain!

Lion: I'll be monarch of all,
I shall reign!

The scarecrow placed a makeshift crown and cape on the lion. As the lion readjusted his 'crown', he noticed the bow in his mane and tossed it aside. He quickly regained his composure.

Monarch am I,
I shall reign!
Monarch am I,
I shall reign!

Scarecrow: Your Majesty, when conquering,
You think you'd rule o'er everything?

Lion: I'd rule all with my amazing ability!

Scarecrow: Even a lawn gnome?

Lion: At my heel he would... come!

Scarecrow: How about a little piggy?

Lion: Why... for me he would dance... a jiggy!

Scarecrow: Supposin' you met an elephant?

Lion: My praises he would yell...ophant!

Scarecrow: What if it were an orange?

Lion: Huh? An orange? Well, I'd... I'd... uh, make him obey me too! Yes!

Scarecrow: How?

Lion: How? Self-esteem!
What gives a forest king his might?
Self-esteem!
What makes his enemies take flight?
Self-esteem!
What makes the wise owl fly and hoot,
And what makes the thief steal lots of loot?
What makes the hamster so darn cute?
Self-esteem!

What makes actors put up a fuss?
Self-esteem!
What makes the Dib child's head enormous?
Self-esteem!

Dib: It's not big!

Lion: Whatever.
What gives the roadrunner his speed?
What makes a businessman succeed?
What have they got that I might need?

Scarecrow: Uh... tacos!

Lion: No, you fool! Self-esteem!

Scarecrow: Is that like tacos?

Lion: No. Not at all.

Scarecrow: Awww...

Lion: Self-esteem is what I need,
So to the Wizard I will plead.
And once it's been gained,
All will soon be reigned,
By me! I shall be king!
If I were conquering!

As the lion finished his song, the guard came outside.

Guard: The Wizard says 'Go Away'!

Dib: But... but...

The guard got out an electronic datebook.

Guard: He might be able to see you in two years... oh, wait, that date just filled up. Farewell, and be sure to visit the fine facilities of our fair city.

He saluted the group. However, the tin girl kicked the guard in the shins, and he fell over.

Tin Girl: I am getting my game!

The tin girl entered the Wizard of Ak's palace; Dib looked at the others and, shrugging, followed her. Soon the whole group had made it inside the building. They looked around the spooky corridor as they walked in the direction of the wizard. Would he grant their wishes, or had they come all this way for nothing?