Back in her bed, Polly was suddenly woken up by the sound of buzzing. She opened her eyes to see that her room was now filled with a huge swarm of flies!

"WHAT IS THIS?!" she yelled.

"Oh, hello," said a frog wearing a safari hat. "Don't you love this Christmas feast?"

"Humans don't eat flies!"

"I told you this would be a mistake," said a firefly with an Irish accent. With that, he pulled open Polly's window, and the flies all flew away.

"Sorry about that," said the frog. "My name is C.J. Frog, and I'm the Ghost of Christmas Present."

"And my name is Polly Spark," answered Polly, getting up out of her bed. "And I'm the princess of Mystery Mountain, so you better -"

"That's funny," C.J. interrupted. "I actually have a niece named Polly."

"What, is she a tadpole?"

"That's right. Anyway, this is my pal Edison," he added, gesturing to the firefly. "He represents ignorance and want."

"Now wait just a minute there!" exclaimed Edison.

"Beware of ignorance and want, Polly," C.J. continued, "especially ignorance."

"Well, I'm smart, so that's not a problem for me," said Polly.

"There's more than one type of ignorance. You, for instance, choose to be ignorant of the pain you cause others."

"That's only because pain is hilarious when it happens to someone else."

"You might not think so after I show you the damage you've caused," said C.J. "Touch my hat."

Polly did so, and the next thing she knew, they were all standing on the Second Floor of Mystery Mountain.

"Hey!" shouted Polly. "What is with you spirits taking me out in public in my nightgown?"

"Why should you expect others to respect your feelings when you don't respect theirs?" asked C.J.

"Oh, is that how it is?" asked Polly, putting her hands on her hips. "Well, I won't fall for your trick question!"

"Yeah, it's a trick question," said Edison sarcastically.

"Leave the snark to me, Ignorance," she replied.

"That's Edison," he said. "And perhaps being humiliated yourself will make you understand how Botley felt when you humiliated him. That's called empathy."

"I know what it's called, Newton!"

"Edison!" the firefly insisted.

"Okay, that's enough," said C.J. "Botley is now with his good friend Egbert in the Shrinking Machine Room. Let's take a little peek."

"Ooh, eavesdropping," said Polly. "I like that."

They all gathered at the door of the Shrinking Machine Room and peered inside. Botley was helping Egbert feed his specimens.

"You know," said Botley, as he set out a platter of Christmas blood for Egbert's mosquito, "I hope Polly is happy that she ruined this year's Christmas for me."

"Yep!" exclaimed Polly cheerfully.

"I tried to convince Chef-Boy that it wasn't your fault," said Egbert, "but you know how strict he is about anyone goofing around in his Kitchen. In fact, he's banned you from eating in the Kitchen for a month."

"A month?!" gasped Botley. "But Christmas is tomorrow! I can't eat by myself while everyone else is partying in the Kitchen!"

"Do you feel anything knowing that that should have been you?" Edison whispered into Polly's ear. She tried to swat him away.

"You can eat up here with me," Egbert told Botley. "There won't be any party here, of course, but at least you won't be alone."

"Thanks, Egbert," said Botley. "You're a good friend. But the worst part is what Brunwella will think when she learns that I've been banned from the Kitchen. It'll just confirm the horrible impression that I made tonight. And I was planning to ask her out on a date to watch the games at Sparks Stadium." He sighed and looked down at his feet.

"Is this really funny to you?" asked C.J. "Think of how much Botley wanted to impress Brunwella and how you ruined it for him. How would you feel if something like that happened to you?"

"Well, I - I'm sure it'll work out eventually," said Polly.

"Really?" asked Edison. "If Botley and Brunwella do get together, aren't you going to sabotage it for laughs?"

"I... maybe not..." said Polly uncertainly.

"Why not?" asked C.J. "Isn't pain hilarious when it's happening to someone else?"

"Oh, don't you even try that!" she snapped, stepping away from the door. "Look, I've pulled my share of hysterical pranks on Botley, but I've never really hurt him."

"Not yet," C.J. replied, "but that just might change in the future if you stay on your current path." He pointed to the tram. "Take the tram up to the Third Floor, Polly, and there you will meet the final spirit."