Mr. Bubbly: A customer! Welcome to Mr. Bubbly’s Bubble Farm. What sort of bubble are you interested in purchasing?
Crinkle: What sort of bubble?
Mr. Bubbly: For what purpose do you require a bubble? Is it for personal transportation, a protective covering for tender plants, a decoration for indoors, or something else?
Crinkle: I don’t think I really need a bubble. I was hoping that you could do me a favour.
Mr. Bubbly: And what favour would that be?
Crinkle: Wibble wants to save the Greenwood and he has asked me to get some of the forest folk to help. Could you spare a little time and go to the Hellsbrew Stone?
Crinkle: I have one more question before you go to the Hellsbrew Stone.
Crinkle: Is there anyone living on the island in the lake, Mr. Bubbly?
Mr. Bubbly: Indeed, there is. It’s the home of Fifo the Splatt.
Crinkle: How can I get to the island? I didn’t see any boats there?
Mr. Bubbly: Do you have a head for heights?
Crinkle: I’m not sure. Why do you ask?
Mr. Bubbly: The wind is in just the right direction for you to travel there by bubble.
Crinkle: By bubble! Is it safe?
Mr. Bubbly: My bubbles are made from only the finest natural ingredients. I can assure you that no-one has ever had an accident when travelling in one.
Crinkle: All right. I’ll give it a try. What do I do?
Mr. Bubbly: Just stand there and wait while my assistant prepares a bubble for you.
Crinkle: This is wonderful! Thank you Mr. Bubbly!
Mr. Bubbly: Goodbye. Enjoy your flight. I’ll go to the Hellsbrew Stone now.