"Glen!" Donny shouted happily. "Look everyone! It's Glen, the Good Warlock of the North!"
"Close," the handsome man said with a smile. "I'm his twin brother, Greg, the Good Warlock of the South."
"Oh, he mentioned he had a brother," Donny told him.
"Nice to know he does remember me every now and then. Anyway, how can I assist you?" the Good Warlock of the South inquired.
Donny explained the predicament as succinctly as possible.
"Good heavens! That sounds like my brother, alright. Get things rolling and then miss the grand finale. Go outside and hold tight. I'll be right there."
The picture faded from the crystal ball. The small group of people ran outside the Palace of Oz as fast as they could.
They practically trampled Soldier Tyler on the way out the door.
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