Exhausted. That was the most accurate way Whyatt could describe himself at the moment.
Right after dinner, Whyatt went upstairs to clean up before bed.
As he brushed his teeth, he couldn't help but stare at his reflection in the mirror. The once-curious eyes now looked disappointed. Whyatt felt like he had let himself down, and his friends too. He wondered how confused they were, or if he was just overthinking things.
As much as Whyatt was fascinated by the Book Club's secrets and curious about Mother Goose's past, he couldn't help but feel betrayed at the same time. It felt like everything he knew was just a coverup. And all that he had ever known, been told, and believed in was practically crumbling into pieces. He couldn't even fathom the amount of knowledge he had gained that surpassed everything he had previously known, it was nearly impossible to grasp everything. It felt like his head was going to pop if he thought for another minute. Nevertheless, Whyatt had so many questions he wanted to be answered, but he knew his family wouldn't understand what he was saying, and that frustrated him.
Sighing, Whyatt spat out the toothpaste into the sink, undressed, and turned on the bath's faucet. Once the water began to reach the halfway point, he stepped into the tub and closed his eyes, letting the water wash over him. He took a deep breath and tried to relax. But the many thoughts from the day were like a swarm of nats. Whyatt tried to brush them away, but it just resulted in him being enveloped and having to face his mind's worries; and even then, it was just as difficult. He tried to make sense of everything that had happened, but his thoughts were overlapping, and it was difficult to connect them all. Luckily, Whyatt found a way to keep track of his thoughts as he looked around the bathroom: Joy's bathtub crayons. For the next half hour, he wrote down anything that came to mind about the day, complete sentences or not.
Eventually, Whyatt was pleased with his work, even though it was not organized or easy to read. He put down his sister's crayons and began to analyze everything he had written down, trying to make a coherent narrative.
Then, Whyatt heard the squeaky hinges of the bathroom door open with footsteps following. Whyatt gulped as the bathtub's curtain was pushed aside, his parents towering over him. And their chattering stopped.
"Oh, my word!" was the first thing Mrs. Beanstalk had to say, her gaze immediately shifted from her son to the wall. Her shocked expression was complete with an open jaw; his father acted similarly but was more confused trying to decipher everything than upset about the mess he'd have to clean up.
Whyatt's attempt to cover parts of the wall was pointless. His parents could easily see the other parts of the walls; all three were covered in their son's handwriting.
As they looked back at Whyatt kneeling in the water, he could only manage a sheepish grin in response.
"The last time I saw this much writing was when I took my exams in college," Mr. Beanstalk leaned over and whispered to his wife.
Clearing his throat, Mr. Beanstalk grinned. "Whyatt, you've been quite busy. May I ask why?"
"Huh? Oh, well I—" He paused for a moment, looking down at his feet, "-I was distracted…?" He murmured, his face flushing as he shrugged. "Could I have five more minutes, please? I'm so close to figuring it all out!"
His mother sighed in amusement, thinking that her son was just planning ideas for a story. "Whyatt, if you stay in there any longer, you'll have more wrinkles than my grandmother," she said with a chuckle. Mrs. Beanstalk helped her youngest son out of the tub and wrapped a towel around his shoulders. "And if you needed this much space to write down your ideas, you could have asked me to get you a journal. Now, come on. It's way past your bedtime."
In that moment, Whyatt wanted to stop his father from washing away his work on the walls as soon as he drained the tub. However, his mother took him to his room before he could say anything.
Dressed in his pajamas, Whyatt was still preoccupied with the endless questions floating around in his head as his mother read him a second bedtime story. He tuned out his mother's voice as he stared out the window, admiring the constellation. At first, he smiled at the beautiful array in the dark blue sky, but then he became upset when he realized how connected the stars were. Countless stars filled the sky, but the few that formed the constellation were connected. It made sense, so why couldn't everything else make sense to him?
"Dragons surrounded the castle, with the princess– Whyatt? Sweetheart?" Mrs. Beanstalk looked up for just a moment to see that Whyatt had become uninterested in the story. At first, she did not think much of it, but she became concerned when she noticed tears rolling down his cheeks. She put the book away and grabbed a few tissues to wipe his eyes. "Oh, honey, what's wrong?" she asked, her face full of concern.
Even if he had thousands of questions he wanted to ask, Whyatt maintained his composure and solemnly replied, "I've just had a long day." However, after a brief pause, Whyatt allowed one question to slip out: "Mom, you and Dad wouldn't lie to me, would you?"
"No, what makes you say that?" Mrs. Beanstalk asked, sitting next to and embracing him with concern.
Taking a deep breath, Whyatt carefully chose his words. "I don't know. It feels like you're not telling me everything, and I'm not sure why. Is what I'm feeling wrong…?"
Raising a brow, Mrs. Beanstalk smiled warmly. "No, I know what you're talking about; sometimes, kids worry about those kinds of things, and it's understandable. But, I promise we wouldn't lie to you like that, Whyatt," Mrs. Beanstalk consoled softly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind Whyatt's ear. "And if something serious needed to be discussed, we'd tell you."
Mrs. Beanstalk's eyes were filled with love and concern as she looked at her son. She couldn't read his mind, but she wanted to reassure him that everything was going to be okay.
Usually, Whyatt would feel relieved to hear his mother's reassurance, but his gut told him something was wrong. Her behavior was slightly off to him and that only heightened his suspicions. He bit back his concerns and smiled at her, not wanting to add to her worry. "Okay, Mom."
Tucking him into bed, Mrs. Beanstalk affectionately kissed his forehead. "Have sweet dreams, my little super smartie." As she switched off the bedside lamp and started to leave the room, Whyatt suddenly sat up.
"Hey, Mom? Is Woofster doing OK?" Whyatt asked. "He's not lying beside my bed like he usually does."
"Seems like he's going to sleep in the living room tonight," Mrs. Beanstalk replied with an unsure expression. "Did something happen between you two?"
Beginning to worry his mother suspected something, Whyatt shook his head. "No, nothing happened. He probably just got tired watching TV with me after dinner." Whyatt hated to fib, but what was he supposed to tell his mom? That Woofster basically revealed to his friends that their whole vision of being Super Readers was turned upside down? That he and Woofster didn't talk after the group split up once suppertime came around once Whyatt realized his superhero group wasn't the first? She wouldn't believe him; she'd just brush it off as something from his comic books.
Even with that answer, Mrs. Beanstalk raised a brow in doubt at her son's response, but she nonchalantly shrugged it off. "Alright. Just wondering, honey," she said. Then she closed the door, leaving Whyatt alone with his thoughts.
Cozy under his sheets, Whyatt tried to take his mother's advice on getting a good rest; but even after a few hours, no matter how hard he twisted and turned under his blankets, the gears in his bed wouldn't shut off.
"Oh, great," Whyatt thought, shifting from one side to another. "How am I supposed to fall asleep?" He sat up and looked around his room for any solution to his problem, and one look at his bookshelf formed a smile on his face. Maybe reading would tire him out?
Motionlessly, he grabbed a handful of books and switched on his bedside lamp. Within minutes, Whyatt had submerged himself in the pages and heavily focused on blocking out any thoughts he had in store for the material he was reading.
Eventually, Whyatt's eyes grew too weary to stay open, and he fell asleep, the book slipping from his hands as he drifted off.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - – - - -
The next morning, Whyatt was awakened by the sun shining through his window, but he was still half-asleep when he heard a faint clunking sound. He sat up and rubbed his eyes, and the sound came again. It sounded like something was hitting against the window.
Right as Whyatt opened his window, a pebble flew past him and landed on his sheets, nearly hitting him in the face.
Understandably, Whyatt jumped in response. "What the–?" was all he could say before peeking out his window for the perpetrator.
Three kids were outside by his father's garden: Pig, Red, and Princess Pea. Upon further inspection, Red was the one who'd thrown the pebbles: her casually throwing them in the air was a dead giveaway. All of them had big smiles on their faces.
"Hey, Whyatt!" Pig waved cheerfully.
"Guys, what are you doing here so early?" Whyatt asked, clearly perplexed. He turned away from the window to check the time on his digital clock: 6:35 AM. It was barely breakfast time; Whyatt wasn't even sure his parents were up at this hour, let alone a rooster. What were his friends doing up this early on a Saturday?
"Well, duh! We wanna hear more about the Problem Solvers!" Red replied, tossing a pebble in the air and catching it. "I could barely get any sleep last night; I was too excited to know more about them!"
"Same here, I guess…" Whyatt replied in a hushed manner. He, more or less, had the same trouble as Red, except he wasn't kept up with excitement.
"Come on, Whyatt! It'll be fun!" Princess Pea encouraged joyfully. "Who knows what else we might find? We may even discover more secrets about Mother Goose or the Problem Solvers."
"That's what I'm afraid of…" Whyatt thought internally as he bit his nails. The thought of them barely scratching the surface of however gigantic this whole cover-up made his stomach churn anxiously.
He was curious, but also afraid of what he might learn. The more he knew, the more likely he was to find answers to his questions, but also the more likely he was to uncover something dangerous. He decided to put his worries aside for the time being and focus on the task at hand.
Whyatt shouted, "Okay! Just give me five minutes! I'm still in my pajamas!" and he closed his window. He quickly got dressed and told his half-asleep father, who was tending to a crying Joy, where he was going. Then, he grabbed a granola bar from the pantry for the journey.
Whyatt took a few bites of his breakfast before heading out the door. As he was about to leave, he saw Woofster eating from his bowl of kibble. Whyatt had initially dismissed Woofster altogether after the events of the previous day, but now he couldn't help but notice how guilty Woofster looked. Woofster's head was down, and he was eating quickly as if he was trying to finish before Whyatt saw him.
"Woofster," Whyatt said as he walked over to him, "Last night… You weren't by my bed, Mom said you were sleeping downstairs. Did you think I was mad at you?"
Woofster's ears were down and his tail was tucked between his legs as he tried not to look at Whyatt. Whyatt knelt down and rubbed Woofster's back. "I'm not mad at you, buddy," he said. "I just let my emotions get in the way, and I shouldn't have let it happen: and I'm sorry." Woofster looked up at Whyatt, his tail wagging slightly.
"Plus, the others seem pretty eager to learn more about the Book Club, so we might just need someone who can tell us all about it," Whyatt said, giving Woofster a knowing look. He smiled as he saw the puppy's interest. "Gee, I wonder where we could find someone like that at this hour?" Whyatt said cheekily, rubbing his chin as he pretended to ponder who else could come.
Barking happily, Woofster jumped on Whyatt, knocking him to the ground. Whyatt laughed as the dog eagerly licked his face, then got up after a few kisses. Whyatt wiped his face and chuckled, amused by Woofster's excitement.
"Okay, okay! You can come with us!" Whyatt scratched the back of Woofster's ear, his tail wagging ever so happily as he panted. A knock on Whyatt's front door reminded them that they had friends waiting outside and that they should not keep them waiting. Smiling at each other, Whyatt and Woofster got up from the floor and ran outside. There, the four children and their dog made their way over to the Book Club.
"Thanks for waiting for us, guys," Whyatt thanked, jogging slightly.
"No problem, Why!" Princess Pea replied. "It wouldn't be the same without you two with us."
Red skated over, her hands behind her back. "Plus," she said, "we couldn't get into the Book Club without your question mark symbol. The door wouldn't open for us. So we kind of needed you to get inside."
- —--
Once inside the Book Club, Woofster quickly changed into his super-puppy form so he could speak with his friends. The kids then relocated the symbol that opened the secret entrance, and they were once again faced with the mysterious, dark hallway from yesterday.
"D-do we have to go back in there?" Pig asked, fearfully hiding behind Whyatt for protection. "It was so dark in there!"
"And dusty," Princess Pea added, inspecting the floors. Compared to the day before, the floors were suspiciously shinier, as if someone mopped that night. "Huh.. okay, not AS dusty, but it's probably still covered with spiderwebs."
"Don't worry, I know something that can help." Woofster said, walking to the hallway entrance. He pressed a paw on a tile, and several candles mounted on the walls lit up, illuminating the path ahead. "That better?"
The kid nodded and with Woofster guiding them along, the doors shut once the last stepped inside.
With their new light source, the once chilling hallway altered into an enchanting relic of the times. While the floor and wallpaper required some retouching, the children glossed over the blatant flaws of the place and instead directed their attention to what this place had to give.
"Hey, this hallway isn't that creepy," Pig smiled. He inspected a knight's suit of armor dating back to the 1700s, the symbol of the mighty Mother Goose plastered on its shield. "Does this place have a name?"
"It does," said Woofster, who was walking behind him. "It's called the Hall of Heroes."
"The Hall of Heroes?" Pig repeated. "That sounds...important."
"It is," Woofster remarked. "Here lies all the greatest heroes' items and their stories throughout the Fairytale Lands. Surprisingly, this hallway was here well before the Problem Solvers made their debut. Of course, statues and personal portraits are the most common, but who knows? You might find some rare personal belongings the Rhetoric Hall of Words doesn't even have.
"Like this?" Woofster turned his head to where Red was standing. She was next to a hand-crafted iron sword nearly twice the size of her. Next to them was a small golden lyre encased in glass, as well as a portrait of a muscular Hispanic man with flowing curly black hair who was holding the sword and fighting what appeared to be a giant.
"Woah, who is that?" Whyatt asked, walking over and admiring the portrait.
"That's Jackson the Giant Slayer. Back then, he was a hero for slaying man-eating giants all across the Fairytale Lands." Woofster detailed. "Not only was he incredibly strong, but witty too! He'd trick those man-eating giants with traps and even hypnotize them with the music from his lyre."
Princess Pea, while intrigued upon hearing about the hero, was a little squeamish about the "slaying" part. "He didn't kill all giants, did he? He seems kinda scary."
"He just slew the ones that were intentionally harming others. But, it explains why nearly all the giants live in the clouds now." Woofster replied.
Trekking down the hallway, the children examined and marveled at the various belongings tucked safely into a long and worn-out time capsule. There were some items that made them intrigued, like several of Mother Goose's bonnets or even the hammer that built the first building, but one distinct item caught the eyes of their leader.
Elegant velour traveler curtains dangled over a particular region of the hallway, near the portrait of Mother Goose. Easily drawn from their crimson hues, golden rope graced Whyatt's palm and instinctively pulled it. Once the curtains split, another painting of a familiar face greeted him.
The bashful Ramona gazed into Whyatt's curious eyes with her turquoise irises, remedying with unforeseeable knowledge. Sitting near a small writing desk, the Quill of Query rested in her left palm, whilst her right illuminated as she wrote. The powdered pigments enamored the commendable aspects that defined the young girl effortlessly. Next to Ramona's painting rested on a marble stand; the Quill of Query was safely behind a glass container and laid on a navy pillow.
Right below the portrait, a golden stand that was shaped similar to an open book glimmered like the stars in the sky. It was slightly dusty, but after Whyatt rubbed it off with his sleeve, his friends gathered around him to read the inscriptions.
"Ramona: The First Answer
A girl who never stood above the rest
Will put her knowledge to the test.
Working together is the key
As she who dabbles has the remedy."
To the left of her description, more writing caught their eyes.
"The Problem Solvers
Long and behold,
their story will be told.
The tale of four souls taking her orders
will create thy problem solvers.
Whyatt was amazed. He traced the writing with his finger, his palm's glow reflecting onto the golden-aged platform. "I can't believe she's here," he whispered.
"With all she's done, she and her friends deserve to be here in the Hall of Heroes," Woofster replied.
"And it looks like there might be more than just her. Look!" Princess Pea pointed down the hall.
To their surprise, they found several more curtains near Ramona's, but unlike hers, they were all closed and would not open no matter how hard they tried. It appeared that some stories were not meant to be told just yet.
Leaving Ramona's portrait out in the open, Whyatt trailed away to continue walking with his friends, her face still well worn into his mind. He couldn't stop thinking about her; it was like she was staring into his soul intentionally.
"Say," Pig turned to Whyatt, curiosity lying in his eyes. "Since Ramona was the leader and she's got a portrait here, do you think Whyatt will get his own? Will we get our own?"
"You just have to wait and see," Woofster winked.
Whyatt, though, gave a half-hearted shrug. "I don't know. I haven't really done anything to deserve a place here."
"Nonsense, Whyatt." Woofster chuckled as they reached the end of the hallway, the jagged door blocking their path. "You ARE a Super Reader after all, that deserves a spot just from that. So, don't be too harsh on yourself."
Gently pressing his hand onto the door, Whyatt sighed softly as they headed their way inside. "I guess so."
The octagon-shaped room with a multi-colored glass floor and bookshelves remained the same; no remedies from the room shaking from yesterday before were seen. All were kept in perfect condition.
"So, what's this room? Is it a library? Does it have something to do with this map?" Red asked as she skated over to the table, holding up the map towards the light.
Woofster explained, "This would be the Ancient Archives, a repository for all the knowledge and works in this region. It was usually just operated to be a research spot where the Problem Solvers originally used it to scheme out ways to solve problems, but it has been used in other ways. Like that map you have there, Red; you may not know, but that was the first ever map to be created for the Fairytale Lands, right here by Mother Goose herself!"
"Woah…" Red's eyes sparkled with excitement, looking over the map.
Princess Pea admired the walls of books, all in alphabetical order and covering a wide range of topics, some of which she had never heard of before. The histories of regions, glossaries of all fairytale and folklore terms, and the books of many queens and kings were all kept in pristine condition. "So, it's like a secondary storage for other pieces of information that isn't held in the Hall of Words?"
Woofster smiled. "Exactly," he said. "The Rhetoric Hall of Words is for the most important and well-known works, but this library is for everything else around the area. It's like a place where you can find information on any topic, no matter how obscure."
"Is there anything else besides books, scrolls, and maps here?" Princess Pea asked.
"Hmm… I don't think so," Woofster thought for a moment.
Pig, being the ever so curious child that he was, innocently saw a book that caught his attention. He couldn't read whatever language was on the base, but he decided to pull it out to see what it really was. Only that wasn't just a normal book; as Pig tried to pull it out from the shelf, the room started to shake again less drastically than the first time. Aside from some of them losing their balance, everything remained intact. Apart from one major thing that had changed; a secret entrance opening.
"You were saying?" Red turned to Woofster, crossing her arms.
"Okay, I might've been wrong there. It's been a while since I read about this place," Woofster admitted.
Hesitantly, the four peeked inside the once-hidden room and were amazed by what was inside. Not only were there several other vehicles of all shapes and sizes but nestling on charging stations were their Super-Reader vehicles, the Why-Fliers. They were lined up according to the role in leadership; Whyatt's Why-Flier first and Pig's Why-Flier last.
"George!" Pig squealed as he ran over to his Why-Flier. Wrapping his arms around the tip, the movements awoke George the Why-Flier. For a moment, he was startled but after he realized who it was, George was more than overjoyed.
"I keep forgetting you named your Why-Flier," Whyatt remarked with a smile, crossing his arms.
"Actually, I named all of them!" Pig responded as the two flew around
"Whyatt, your Why-Flier is named Nicholas, Red's is named Sierra, and Princess Pea's is Princess Dianah… or Marie: I couldn't decide which was better." The other Why-Fliers beeped in agreement.
"Well, I think they're splendid names, Pig," Princess Pea giggled as she saw the two play around, with George flying around with a giggly Pig strapped in. Woofster peaked his head in, catching Princess Pea's attention. "So this is where our Why-Fliers go when they're not in use?"
Woofster smiled and walked right in, giggling along at the cheerful beeps coming from Pig's Why-Flier. "Oh, right! This is the Garage: it's where your Why-Fliers go to recharge after every mission. The hatch near the charging stations must be how they get in and out when a mission is over."
"Say, where do they even get their magic and energy from? Fuel?" Red asked.
Woofster replied, "People reading, of course! The more who read, the more knowledge they have. Knowledge is power, don't you know? It's is an endless amount of renewable energy, so there's no need for fuel!"
"How do you even know all this?" Whyatt asked suspiciously.
"Dictionary power," Woofster responded simply. "But anyways, I found something that we need so I can answer your questions."
"Aw, already?" Pig and Geroge lowered to the ground, soft giggles coming from them both. "Can Geroge come along? He seems to be in the mood for it!"
"We just had a big mission last week," Red said, skating over to George. "He may seem energetic now, but we don't want him to run out of energy halfway through. I think it would be better for him to get the rest he needs with his friends."
"Aww… okay," Pig sighed, jumping out of George. Patting his Why-Flier's nose, Pig waved goodbye. "Get some rest, George."
George beeped back in a pleasant manner, gradually lifting himself back onto his charging station and falling asleep alongside his friends.
Upon leaving the garage, the foursome was greeted by another large book. This one was smaller than the previous one, and it had a title: "The Origins of The Problem Solvers." The cover depicted the Problem Solvers holding hands, with the Book Club standing still in the background. The cover reminded the Super Readers of their own story, both in terms of the title and the image.
"This is what you wanted to show us?" Princess Pea asked. Tilting her head to the right, she noticed how long the book was compared to her friends' story. "It.. looks a bit big, will we have enough time to read it?"
"Don't worry, I know a trick!" Woofster said. As he turned around to face the book, his collar began to glow once more. Suddenly, the book started to shrink until it was the same size as a book for its small size. There, it floated over into Whyatt's grasp. "How's that?"
Whyatt was speechless. "Uh.. It's good enough, I guess."
"Good! Now I can answer your guy's questions without any interpretations!" Woofster proclaimed. The five walked over to the table and sat down, with Woofster hopping onto a chair and using it to sit up. "So, anybody wanna start?"
Princess Pea politely raised her hand. "Well, I have a question; how did they solve problems exactly?"
"As the name suggests," Woofster chuckled, "The Problem Solvers would identify and solve problems in the region. They would usually travel to the location of the problem, which was often minor. Sometimes, they would receive letters from people in the region describing problems, and other times they would be assisted by their animal sidekick."
"Hold on, they had an animal sidekick?" Red repeated, sounding interested.
Woofster nodded. Mustering the power in his collar, he summoned a hologram of the mascot: a plump spotted owl with small reading glasses, ear tufts that curled like question marks, and a golden anklet with an eye symbol. The owl began to fly around the room, hooting occasionally. "Their mascot was an owl named Whooter."
Pig was awestruck as the holographic owl flew towards him and landed on his hat. "Wow," he breathed. "When did they get him? What did he do?"
"Whooter was the last member to join the Problem Solvers after Mother Goose was sure they were responsible enough to continue being her students. His job was to fly over the village and listen for problems, then report them to his team so they could be solved quickly." Woofster clarified.
"Fascinating," Princess Pea was breathless, admiring the hologram of Whooter on the table, staring at her with his wide, curious eyes.
Wonder Red asked, raising her hand. "Why were they in that log in the first place?"
"I believe it had something to do with those soldiers," Woofster guessed. "As they mentioned, Favier and Aurelia ran away from their hometowns, and those soldiers could've been from either region, so they were possibly scared of being treasoned. Ramona probably hid once she heard the guards coming though, that's my best guess. It's a miracle they survived."
One by one, Wonder Red, Alpha Pig, and Princess Presto's questions were answered. But Super Why remained quiet, lost in his thoughts. He was stuck deciding which question he should ask Woofster; for a moment, he decided on something, but that would then get answered shortly after, causing Super Why to go back to the drawing board. "What should I say?"
"Oh oh! I have another question! What kind of superpowers did they have?" Princess Pea questioned excitedly.
"They were just regular kids," he said. "No superpowers, no secret identities."
The Super Readers were stunned by that claim; no powers? No secret identities? Nothing?
Wonder Red was incredulous. "You're kidding, right?" she asked. Woofster simply shook his head with a knowing grin. "But, why? Weren't there any superheroes back then?"
"Nope, superheroes weren't invented yet. Even then, they didn't consider using other names for each other since they didn't have any known enemies that would hurt close ones or protect themselves from public scrutiny," Woofster explained.
Whyatt stared at his hand, the question mark glowing dimly. It didn't look unusual to him, but he had a feeling he'd seen it somewhere else before. It wasn't in his bed or his Why-Writer, and it wasn't at the Book Club's entrance. It was...somewhere else, far far away…
"Wait," Whyatt remembered. He'd seen this same question mark before!
"Ooh! Ooh! I got a que-" As Pig was eagerly raising his hand, he noticed Whyatt standing up and raising his hand which began to glow. "Huh?"
"Sorry, Pig. But… I got a question…" Whyatt apologized then looked back at Woofster. "Hey, Woofster?"
"Yeah, Whyatt?" Woofster replied.
"So, about my question symbol… what does it mean?" Whyatt asked.
"The question mark symbolizes your role as the leader of the Super Reader. It helps identify who is in charge," Woofster replied. "As to why it glows, I'm unsure about that."
"Right…" Whyatt was still not satisfied with that answer. "And why is it plastered all over the place? Like, everywhere? The door, the Super Duper Computer; why?"
Woofster was becoming concerned yet slightly confused. "Well, it's because that's what the group before us did; solve problems."
"If that's the case," Whyatt got up from his chair, walking over to Woofster with a curious expression. "Then why is that symbol on that door near the edge of town?"
Woofster froze, while the others were utterly confused.
"Door? What door on the edge of town?" Red asked.
"You know, that random door that leads to a gigantic world behind? It has people like us, only ten times as bigger! You guys seriously haven't seen it?" Whyatt asked.
Princess Pea shook her head. "No, we haven't Whyatt. We aren't sure what you're talking about."
"But, how?" Whyatt thought to himself, rubbing his chin. The door wasn't invisible: it was a brown door located in the distance in a sea of blue skies, how could no one have seen it if they accidentally took the wrong path. That's how Whyatt discovered it.
Woofster looked back at Whyatt, knowing how puzzled he must've been. He remembered how surprised he was when Whyatt took him to the secret door, and he felt obligated to show his friends it. Sighing, Woofster hopped from his seat and made his way over to the exit.
"Hey, Woofster; where are you going?" Red asked, hopping off her seat.
"I want to show you guys what Whyatt was talking about. It'll only take a few minutes; it's just on the edge of town, past the horizon," Leading the way once more, the others soon followed and as curious as ever.