Grampa, Prince Tatters, Urtha, and Bill were rowed to the volcano where lived Blazes and his attendants Cinders and Soot. Brusque and unpleasant, Blazes stirred up a lake of molten lava, and Our Friends, still fireproofed by the magician’s medicine, were caught up in an eruption and blown into the air and back out into the open air of the surface of the world!
The lava cooled into an island, and when they all came back down, they found themselves on their own island in the Nonestic Ocean. Urtha, having lived all her very short life underground, was enchanted by the stars. Their island soon drifted them to a ice- and show-shrouded land, where they found a declaration from King Chin Chilly of Isa Poso, promising the hand of his daughter to anyone who could slay the dragon Enorma.
As luck (or Thompson) would have it, Enorma herself soon appeared to menace them, but Grampa flung the contents of his snuff box, and after sneezing her false teeth out, the dragon fell into the water, which finished her off.
Chin Chilly and his subjects cheered the dragonslayers, and presented the Princess, a truly icy individual. But here the warmth of Prince Forge John found it opposite in the coldness of King Chin Chilly, who set Grampa’s party adrift in the ocean on a ice floe.
Trying to think of a way out of this fix, Grampa dug into a bag of tobacco he got from Vaga, and no sooner was it lit than Grampa, Tattars, and Urtha were transformed into crows, while Bill vanished and became a crow’s crow. In these forms, they began their return to Oz.
Back in Winkie Country, Dorothy, Percy, and Toto, having gotten some breakfast at a house they found empty (Dorothy leaving behind a gold ring for the homeowner’s trouble), had been set upon by vicious washer women up Monday Mountain, where clothes horses grazed on the hillside.
Meanwhile, the three new crows and “Invisi-Bill” flew over the Noestic Ocean, over Ev, and over the Deadly Desert into Oz airspace, but all of a sudden, they began to change back to themselves and had to land.
They made camp and the two humans ate when Bill announced the approach of a storm. With his own bizarre variety of logic, he reasoned:
“If the King’s head was lost in a storm, why wouldn’t it be found in a storm?”
Grampa thought this reasoning rot, but soon they had other things to worry about as a gust picked up and, as they all clung to Tatter’s red umbrella, picked them up and carried them onto a pink cloud. Here they met Maribella, a lovely little shepherdess who looked after baby stars.
They told their tale, and she said lots of people had their heads in the clouds and directed them to where the heads tended to congregate.
And there indeed was King Fumbo’s noggin!