must click the heels of his ruby red stilettos,


and repeat "There's no place like Phred's Backyard" or else he'd turn into a clam when the clock struck midnight. But Papa Treffid was without his infamous stilettos--what to do? As Cinder and Smoke were quite busy with the 'quat, Papa Treffid decided to see what he could dig up in Phred's closet. Papa Treffid entered Phred's abode, opened the door to the closet and found.....