The room in the suitcase is set up almost exactly like the real thing.
It accommodates every guest, capturing their curiosity and imagination.
Sotheby: An Ogopogo, with its odd-sounding cry, a gentle shower of coins, and lots of fun friends!
Sotheby: I wonder what interesting things Ms. Sotheby will find today!
Sotheby smooths her skirt, ensuring she looks like a proper lady.
Sotheby: Oh, I almost forgot ...
Sotheby: I made plans with Ms. Charlie to perform a play about a hero outsmarting a dragon! I hope she's assembled a suitable cast!
Sotheby: Otherwise, I'll have to write to Father, asking Mr. Culebre to come here and serve as a stand-in.
She mutters softly as she adjusts her bow once more.
The little lady excitedly pushes open the door, not noticing the surging sound of water outside.
As the door swings open, she is faced with a tidal wave, shimmering with gold.
It's washing over the land and coming right toward her.
Sotheby: Eek! What's going on?!
Sotheby: Is there really an Ogopogo living here? Is it planning to turn this place into its lair or something?
The little lady excitedly pushes open the door, not noticing the surging sound of water outside.
The wave reaches Sotheby, rushing past her legs and soaking the lower half of her skirt.
Of course, this cannot do for a young lady.
And she isn't the only victim.
Sotheby: Um, hello, Mr. Fog.
Oliver Fog: Oliver Fog stands soaking wet in the corridor. He looks quite miserable.
Sotheby glances at his pocket watch.
Sotheby: Isn't it time you clocked out? How come you're still here?
Oliver Fog: Well, I think I made a wrong wish.
He lets out a sigh as he shakes the water off his coat.
Oliver Fog: I wished for Ms. La Source to end work on time today.
Oliver Fog: So she flooded the whole suitcase courtyard. Now everyone has to stop working.
Before Sotheby can respond, distant shouts of surprise catch her attention.
???: Whoa!
Sotheby stands on her toes to get a better view, as a flustered figure sprints toward them at a speed that could give a Teakettler a run for its money.
Sotheby: Oh! Ms. Charlie, you're ever so fast on your feet!
Sotheby: Are you rehearsing for this afternoon's play?
Sotheby watches on with admiration. Charlie has never moved so swiftly, not even when she accidentally let loose those three hundred dwarf mice.
Charlie: ...
Charlie comes to a halt before them, panting heavily.
Charlie: I ... I'm sorry ... I think I've made a blunder ... sniffle ...
Sotheby: Huh?
Charlie: I wished for Ms. La Source to find us an actor to play the dragon.
Charlie: She eagerly asked about the requirements for the role, from physique to preferred method of attack.
Sotheby: Oh, that's great!
Charlie: No ... Ms. Sotheby ...
She lowers her head in shame, then continues.
Charlie: She created a real dragon from her spring water!
"Dragon": roar
The "dragon" flies over them, leaving a misty haze behind. The three quickly duck their heads.
The flow of ill-conceived wishes seems to have no end.
???: ... Help ... me ...
Sotheby follows the sound, spotting a familiar figure sprawled on the grass.
Sotheby: Oh, Ms. Bunny Bunny, are you okay? You look starved.
Oliver Fog: I understand your situation, Ms. Bunny Bunny. But I must warn you, this grass isn't safe to eat.
Sotheby: Hold on, I have a Full Belly Potion here somewhere. You'll be fine in no time, I assure you!
Bunny Bunny: A potion?! No thanks. I've had enough liquids for a lifetime!
Bunny Bunny: Everything I eat turns into spring water. I ain't had a bite in two days.
Bunny Bunny stares, dumbfounded, as Sotheby proceeds to pull potion after potion from her person.
Sotheby: Oh, that's simply terrible ...
Oliver Fog straightens his hat.
Oliver Fog: No need to worry, folks. At the rate the tide is rising, we'll all be underwater soon. Then we'll have much bigger problems to deal with.
He snaps shut his pocket watch, ready for what's to come.
Oliver Fog: Right now, the most important thing is to find La Source.
The group hurries through the Wilderness.
Charlie: I ... I think I've spotted her ...
Sotheby: My goodness—there she is! How is she balancing up there?
La Source: If a LITTLE spring water doesn't solve the problem, then how about a LOT of spring water?!
La Source: Now that I've fulfilled all their wishes, they're sure to admire and respect me! I'll have loads of friends!
La Source: Hehe! I never knew granting wishes could be so much fun!
La Source: It's even better than pulling pranks!
La Source: No wonder everyone loves wish-granting elfins!
La Source: From now on, I'll be known as the Wish-Granting Elfin La Source!
She relaxes joyfully on the wave, the water droplets splashing her skirt.
Over on what can only be called the "shore" come the calls of the others.
La Source: Hm? What's that?
La Source leans over the crest of the wave and spots two tiny figures in the distance.
Sotheby: ...!
La Source: Are they trying to thank me?
La Source: But I need to make sure I focus on helping new people. If I spend all my time acknowledging thanks, I won't be able to fulfill everyone's wishes.
La Source: Farewell, my enthusiastic friends!
She bows.
Then she turns and confidently strides away.
La Source: Whoa!
Blind confidence can have its problems, especially when you're walking on moving water.
???: Are you okay?
The Spring Elfin raises her head. A familiar figure stands in front of her.
???: You've got a great party going. Let's work together to make it even better!
La Source: And you are ...?