In the meantime, Spike, Mimic, and the Grundles had just gotten out of the caves, only to see the congealed Gloob. Of course the Grundle King wasn't too happy about that.
"Grundlelumph!" he shouted. "Must've taken a wrong turn."
"So I've noticed," Mimic said, rolling her eyes.
"Well, what do we do now?" Spike asked.
"Keep going," the Grundle King said. "We make it back to Paradise Estate. Sooner or later."
"My guess is more sooner than later," Mimic grumbled.
In the meantime, Megan, Anne, Wind Whistler, and Fizzy went to the Mushromp. The Moochick was sitting on his roof, looking over the horizon through a pair of binoculars.
"What are you doing up there, Mr. Moochick?" Fizzy asked asked.
"Keeping an eye on things," the Moochick said. "What's it look like?"
"Watching out for the Gloob, huh?" Anne asked.
"Indeed," the Moochick said as he slid down to the ground. "Now then, what can I do for you this time?"
"It's about the Gloob," Megan said.
"How do we get rid of it?" Fizzy asked. "The Rainbow of Light couldn't do it, and the Flutter Ponies couldn't do it. What else can do it?"
"Hmm," the Moochick said. "This is certainly a problem. A big problem indeed."
"Indeed it's an immense hindrance," Wind Whistler said. "But is there a clarification?"
"There is a solution to everything, my four legged flying friend," the Moochick said. Then he began to think it over. "The only one who can stop the Gloob is . . . . ."
The Moochick paused to think. Anne rolled her eyes. She could see where this was going to end up. She glanced over at Habbit, who was trying to get the Moochick's attention. He began flapping his arms and whistling.
"Uhh, Mr. Moochick?" Anne asked.
"Don't bother me now! I'm thinking!" The Moochick shouted. "The only ones who can stop the Gloob are . . . . is it the singing grasshoppers, or the wiggle worms or . . . ."
"MR. MOOCHICK, YOUR RABBIT'S TRYING TO TELL YOU SOMETHING!" Anne screamed at the top of her lungs.
"Hmm? He is?" the Moochick asked. He looked at Habit, who was flapping his arms like they were wings, and whistling.
"Ah yes!" the Moochick shouted. "Now I remember! I remember everything! The only ones who can stop the Gloob are the Fairy Tails."
"Fairy Tales?" Fizzy asked. "Like Sleeping Beauty and Snow White and . . . . ."
"No, no, no," the Moochick said. "Fairy Tails."
"What are Fairy Tails, Mr. Moochick?" Megan asked.
"I don't seem to recall," the Moochick said. "But find them, and they'll stop the Gloob."
"Looks like we don't have any other alternative, Megan," Wind Whistler said. "Thank you for your assistance, Mr. Moochick."
And with that, the two ponies and their three human friends went back to the Estate. North Star was keeping an eye on the Gloob.
"It's starting to move again!" she shouted. "You'd better find whoever it is that can stop it and fast. Or else we'll all be buried in it!"
"I think it's a little late for Applejack," Gusty replied. In response, Applejack stuck her tongue out at her.
Megan, Anne, Wind Whistler, Fizzy, and Magic Star went out to search for the Fairy Tails. Whoever, and whatever they were. The others were going to stay behind and keep an eye on the Gloob, and the Witch Trio.
Anne unfolded the map the Moochick gave the group, and stared at it.
"Do you even know where we're going?" Magic Star asked.
"Well, it's down the way of Flutter Valley," Megan replied, looking over the map.
"That shouldn't be too difficult to locate," Wind Whistler said.
"Right," Magic Star said. "If we found Flutter Valley, we can find wherever these Fairy Tails, or whatever they are, live."
"Then I guess the best thing to do is to go through the sunflower field," Megan said, and she, Anne, and the three ponies started down a path.
Elsewhere, the Grundles were leading Spike and Mimic down a path of their own. It looked like they were in a giant field of some kind. It was giant, and empty.
"Paradise Estate that way!" the Grundle King said. The Grundles started walking, but then the king stopped, and all the Grundles crashed into each other and fell to the ground.
"Maybe it's that way," the king said. Mimic groaned, and resisted the urge to skewer the Grundle King with her horn.
"Okay, cut!" she shouted. "I've had enough of this. Unicorns have great intuition. Follow me, everybody!"
Mimic began leading the way, until she stopped. The others stopped as well, and saw a gigantic tidal wave of green glop.
"Uh oh," Mimic said. "The Smooze is back again!"
"Everybody make a run for it!" Spike yelled.
Mimic, Spike, and the Grundles ran for it. They all dove into a river and swam away from the Gloob as fast as they could.
"We have to go to Flutter Valley!" Mimic said. "They're the only ones who can stop the Smooze!"
"But how do we get to Flutter Valley from here?!" Spike shouted.
"How else?!" Mimic asked. "Swim!"
That had to be their only option, so they swam.
In the meantime, Megan, Anne, and the little ponies were pushing their way through the sunflower field. Wind Whistler was up above them, guiding their way.
"Good thing we have a Pegasus on our side!" Magic Star shouted.
"Keep going!" Wind Whistler called. "You're almost there!"
Wind Whistler kept an eye out, until she spotted the Gloob coming.
"Oh no!" she shouted. "Everybody run! It's Gloob!"
"Oh brother, not again," Anne groaned.
"Let's run for it!" Fizzy shouted, as Megan jumped on her back. Anne jumped on Magic Star and the two of them galloped off. Fizzy and Magic Star made it to the cliff just then, and were facing the jaws of the Gloob river.
"No way I can jump it," Fizzy said.
"I know I can," Magic Star said. "Hop on, Megan!"
Megan jumped on Magic Star, and she began running to get enough speed to make the jump. She made it across, and Fizzy winked across. They were safe for the time being. Wind Whistler flew down a moment later.
"Very good jumping, Magic Star," she said. "Smart move winking out, Fizzy."
"Come on, everybody," Megan said. "There isn't much time left. We have to find those Fairy Tails."
The group was off again. They hoped that was the last of the Gloob.