“Ugh! All right, Mabel,” says Dipper. “But if Toby asks me to sniff his dungeon rags again, we’re gonna ditch him.”

“Yay!” says Mabel. “Toby, you’re coming with us. Show us the way!”

“Yippee!” says Toby. “You won’t regret this, you guys. I’m a pro at these tunnels.” With a smile, Toby leads them down the corridor toward a flickering light coming through a doorway. “I think the wizard should be in here!” he exclaims. “I’ve heard a lot of curses coming from this hallway. The swear kind and the magic kind!”

The trio murmurs, nodding and smiling.

“You three go ahead without me! I’m going to enjoy roaming these caverns for more delicious cave fish, ha-cha-cha!”

The gang bids farewell to Toby and rushes down the winding corridor, entering a three-story chamber lined with bookshelves. In the middle sits an enormous table.

In the corner is a large desk covered with various inventions and writings. In another corner is a simmering cauldron with a sparkling mist frothing over its lip.

“Could this be the wizard’s lair?” asks Mabel.

Blendin picks up a parchment scroll.

It reads:

“I dunno,” says Blendin. “Jury’s still out on this one.”

“We made it!” says Dipper. “But where’s the wizard?”

“Where, win-deed?” adds Mabel.

“Well, he’s been here recently,” says Dipper, gesturing to a half-eaten hock of ham. “So recently, in fact, it’s almost suspicious he’s not here now.”

Mabel stops listening when she spies a giant golden goblet brimming with a fizzy, delicious-looking drink. A sign below it reads: YON COLA OF PITTS. PLEASE TRY. Mabel reaches for the goblet.

“Uh, Mabel, doesn’t that seem a little suspicious?” asks Dipper. “You know. Like it was left there on purpose? Like a trap?”

“Please, Dipper, he’s clearly left soda out for thirsty strangers who stumble into his home. It’s just good hospitality!” She clutches the goblet and lifts it. But the goblet doesn’t lift. It’s affixed to a lever that slams the doors shut, and suddenly, fizzy Pitt Cola starts pouring out of ornate openings in the wall. The room is filling up quick.

“AH, what do we do, what do we do?” yells Blendin.

“It’s fizzy! And the bubbles burn my nose!” yells Dipper.

“Yeah, I guess you could say this is a sticky situation,” adds Mabel.

“Stop making puns, Mabel!” shouts Dipper. “Puns have literally never helped anyone ever!”

Suddenly, malevolent cackling fills the room, and with a puff of smoke a wizard appears above them, levitating near the ceiling. “Welcome to my workshop, foolish mortals! My workshop of ironic death!” He cackles again.

“Why are you doing this?” screams Mabel.

“Because no one can bring me back to that snooty king!” He laughs. “Unless, of course, you answer my riddle, whereby I am required by the wizard’s code to set you free!”

“Okay. So. Let’s do that!” says Mabel.

“Okay, okay, okay, but this is fiendishly clever!” says the wizard, cackling.

“JUST TELL US!” yells Mabel. “My hair is getting sticky and gross!”

“Okay,” says the wizard, snickering. “What did the wizard do at the wizard convention at the wizard hotel?”

“I know this one!” says Mabel. “He wand-ered around,” she whispers to Dipper.

“I dunno, Mabel, are you sure? I think the answer might be that he ordered broom service. What do you think, Blendin? Did he wand-er around or order broom service?”

“Ahhh, ahhh, jeez,” says Blendin. “They’re both stupid enough to be right!”

“Tick-tock!” says the wizard.

The room is almost full of fizzy soda.

“Blendin, you have to answer!” says Mabel.

WAND-ER AROUND: GO HERE BROOM SERVICE: GO HERE