Meanwhile, the scarecrow, tin girl, and lion were taking stock of their situation.
Tin Girl: This quest was stupid! I should've just pawned both of my legs and gotten enough money to buy a game!
Lion: Silence! You and your pitiful complaints stand in the way of me taking my rightful place as mighty liony ruler of the stinky forest beasts! Now, go down to that lake and retrieve our, uh, witch-catchy-questy-fulfilly... things.
The tin girl glared at the lion.
Tin Girl: I'd rust. You do it. Or are you afraid of water?
Lion: Nonsense, silly humanoid metallic person! I fear nothing, for I am the great lion!
Tin Girl: Whatever. Then do it.
Lion: And mess up my fur? Never!
The tin girl looked at the scarecrow.
Tin Girl: Can you get them?
Scarecrow: Get what?
She resisted the urge to pummel her companion.
Tin Girl: The kits! At the bottom of the river. Can you swim in the river and get the kits?
Scarecrow: Swim? Okee-dokee!
The scarecrow dived in, but rather than getting the kits, he began to perform a bizarre little synchronized swimming routine. Finally, he leaped out of the water, splashing the lion, who desperately tried to get the water off of him.
Lion: Aaah! Get it off me! Get it off me!
The tin girl shook her head contemptuously and turned towards the scarecrow.
Tin Girl: Why didn't you get the kits?
Scarecrow: The what?
Tin Girl: Never mind. I guess we'll have to do this without the stupid kits.
Lion: Yes! She will cower before my amazing power! Getting the broomstick will be easy with the beneficial help of me!
Tin Girl: Okay...
The group was interrupted by a visitor.
Scarecrow: It's the doggie! Yay!
Tin Girl: What are you doing here?
Scarecrow: He says that Dib is trapped in a well and that the witch is stranded on a cliff and that we gotta save them!
The tin girl and lion exchanged looks.
Scarecrow: And he says that the castle is behind that rock!
The group peered behind a large rock, and, oddly enough, they saw the castle. Surrounding the main entrance were several kid guards, who marched along and chanted.
Guards: Doomy, doom! Doom, doom, doom!... Doomy doom...
Scarecrow: I got an idea! We'll take the guards' costumes and wear them and pretend to be guards so we can walk in the castle! Just like on TV!
Tin Girl: No.
Scarecrow: Aww...
The tin girl, followed by the others, made their way to a side entrance. It was protected by a single guard: a chubby, odd-looking boy. The tin girl, followed by her three companions, approached the guard.
Guard: Hi! Who are you? I hope you're not trying to break into this castle, because I'm just the most amazing guard in this place, which is why the witch only needed me to watch this entrance!
The guard's eyes bulged.
Guard: I mean, not to brag or anything, but I've probably stopped more intruders than any other kid in this place, so I'm pretty much the most elite evil minion around! Some of the other kids deny it, but you know they're just jealous 'cause of all the things I've done. Like, there was this time I single-handedly had to guard the castle from an invading...
Tin Girl: Shut up!
She punched the guard in the stomach; he promptly fell to the ground. The four entered the castle and followed the chihuahua up to the room where Dib was being held captive.