"Look what you just did!" Dorothy scolded after seeing my bold move blow up in our faces. I totally deserved it. I had no idea what to expect, and we couldn't afford any more risks.

Still, I responded, "How was I supposed to know the puppets got their power from some volcano in Tasmania or something?" to show I had at least some backbone.

"I know what they're capable of, and your foolish act could determine the fate of the whole planet."

"Well, if you know so much about them," I argued, "Then why do you need me? The only experience I've had with them was screaming at them as my parents made me watch their first performance when I was a kid. Did you really expect me to not cower in their presence? Did you really think I'd make it the whole way with so little experience in puppet fighting?" I shut up once I realized I had little else meaningful to say. "Pont is, you don't need me anymore. I'm outta here." I tried to walk away from the matter, but I had no clue where my home was. "Take me home right now! You clearly know so much about all your fans." Wow, real mature of you.

"Look," Henry said, "I know that…"

"I don't care!" I interrupted. "You can't persuade me to continue this. If you were the ones to open the chest, then you'll be the ones to lock them back in."

"How about this?" said Dorothy. "If you stay with us, we'll do whatever you want in order to stop them."

"I don't believe it. I'm awful with strategy. I'll only be harming you. I just wanna go home with my family, my dogs, and… wait. My dogs." I just had an idea. "What are puppets? Toys. What do dogs love? Dog toys. If we can find a way to shrink the puppets down, give them to Wags, and let him go ham on them, our problems are over, and we can all go back to our regular lives."

I tried to look confident with my plan. Dorothy looked in astonishment, and said exactly what I thought she would: "That is the dumbest idea I have ever…"

"Hold on, Dorothy!" Henry stopped to try and support me. "Since when have the Wiggles ever cared about logic? We have tried the craziest stuff to get out of situations, and they have all worked."

"You mean all the ideas that we didn't burn the tapes of because of total failure."

"You win some you lose some. What I'm trying to say is that his idea is so stupid it could actually work. Give him a chance."

After taking about ten seconds to really think about it, Dorothy gave a worried sigh and said, "We'll try it."

Somehow, Dorothy seemed to know exactly where Wags' dog house was from where we were. Though it was quite a long distance, we traveled at light speed as though we were helped by kids show logic. We reached our destination, and sure enough, the puppets were right there waiting for us. We needed them for our plan to work, but we didn't know how we would shrink them down back to toy size. Thinking quick, I took Wags' water dish, poured it onto the puppets, and it somehow shrunk them. I thought it was illogical, but again, this is the Wiggles World. Who needs logic?

"So, we meet again," said Puppet Greg in his most menacing voice. "You thought you could defeat us with water, but all it does is shrink us, not destroy us."

"We might not be able to destroy you, but he can," I confidently told the trio before whistling to let out the beast. Immediately, out ran a big brown dog with floppy ears and a big letter W on his chest. Excited to see the new chew toys he was gifted, he tore them to shreds before flat-out eating them. Sure, it was weird, but it's what ended the fiasco. "We did it!" I exclaimed, finally feeling proud of myself. "Now quick! Let's free the Wiggles before something bad happens to them. Who knows what Puppet Anthony's up to?" We ran back to Wigglehouse, feeling free of this burden, and ready to give others that same relief. Once we were gone, though, Wags' eyes turned red, and he got down on all fours and cracked his neck, spinning his head a full 360 degrees. We didn't know it, but we were in for another wild ride.

Author's Notes:

I've been wanting to write this ending for a while, but had trouble leading up to it. Thankfully, I found a way, even if it had too much dialog and not enough script. Trust me, there's more to come after this.

Stay tuned for Chapter 8: Who's a Good Boy? Not You.