The Pied Piper shall lead them all astray…A captured audience helpless to its sway. The pipe’s infectious music bids them come…and come they will…two by two or one by one. Just when I thought my life couldn’t get any weirder, life upped the strangeness quota to a never-before-seen level. When a long line of critters, dazed and seemingly oblivious, marched past Croakies, I knew we had a situation on our hands. Actually…if you counted being unwillingly affianced to a big old pink ogre…I had more than one situation. Le sigh. Then someone died. A king declared war on Enchanted. And my situation became a crisis. It would be up to me to find the perpetrator and bring him to justice while wrangling the rogue pipe artifact he used for his nefarious deeds. Buffalo buttocks! I really do need a vacation.