Turnip slowly opens her eyes, only to find herself in almost complete darkness. She knows better than to scream or shout for help. Her hands are free as well as her feet, so she gets on her knees and tries to find a clue of where she might be.
The Sharpsichord has no idea what happened to it either, but can’t move anyways. He’ll just have to wait for Brady to find him… Hoping it won’t take too long.
The King is almost desperate now, barely making sense, crying for his dear, beloved Turnip to be found and brought back to him. He orders to make a public announcement: whoever finds Turnip will have a wish granted, as long as it is in the powers of the King to grant it.
Bihorn is laughing and clapping, very pleased with himself and the unfolding of recent events. The Triceratops Club will face close to no opposition during the Bapilajoe’s Celebrations now that Brady is out of the way.
Brady, on the other side, is thinking hard. He knows who has knocked him out and stolen his sharpsichord, but he has also heard the announcement from the King and wonders if there is a link between the upcoming event and the disappearance of Turnip.
Meanwhile, the Bapilajoe is arriving, with a procession of performers and artists and clowns and cooks and even a racoon. A catchy tune played by a banjo trio accompanies the gigantic chariot through the streets, and lumberjacks are throwing daisy petals on the onlookers.
Despite the turmoil going on in the Bouncing Castle, the Kangaroo King put on his brightest smile and his shiniest robe to receive the Bapilajoe and his entourage. He had tea and cupcakes brought up to the terrace, to be shared among both the staffs and everyone who wanted to join in on the festivities. It was only the beginning, yet he already felt tired.
Brady was making his way to the Castle very slowly, analyzing every shadow, every corner, searching for any signs of the Triceratops Club or anything unusual, the piano rat on his shoulder.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, a very disheveled and scared Turnip runs straight into Brady, tears on her face, her clothes all messed up, her makeup making her look more like a panda than anything else. “I need to run to the Castle! The King needs my help! Can you take me there as fast as possible?” she asks.
She looks so desperate that Brady and the piano rat immediately nod. Then it’s a run, zigzagging through the ever bigger crowd, avoiding the animals and street performers, jumping over the cotton candy shops and up and up to the Castle, where a surprised butler tries to stop them for barging in on the celebration.
“It’s me, Turnip! The Event Organiser! Don’t you recognise me? Let me through, I have urgent news and the schedule for the upcoming week for the King!” but the butler stands his ground. They can go through, but only after the both of them have taken a bath and changed their dirty clothes.
Less than 10 minutes later, bathed and clothed and a little cooled down, Brady, Turnip and the piano rat make their entrance on the terrace to bow before the Kangaroo King and the Bapilajoe.
“Turnip! My dear Turnip, what happened? Where were you? Who dared steal you from me? I was so worried…” the King is obviously very relieved, and the Bapilajoe very confused. While the King and Turnip have a little private chat, Brady gathers his courage to explain the whole situation to the Bapilajoe.
“Thank you for telling me all of this. We will wait for the Contest and get your sharpsichord back, my boy. There will be no stealing during my stay, and especially not to gain my favors.” the Bapilajoe is a lovely fellow, but he doesn’t like unfairness.
The Music Contest starts in a few minutes now, and the place is crowded. There are few seats, all taken by the King, the Bapilajoe and their closest entourage. Turnip, in a brand new sunflower dress, is sitting besides the King, both with a huge, goofy smile on their face, holding hands. It seems that a new Queen will be crowned soon!
In the middle of the tent is a ring, and around that ring are the contestants. The Triceratops Club, big, proud and looking assured, are right in front of the King, all smiles and mischief. Brady sits quietly on the other side of the ring, the piano rat with a defeated look on his lap.
The Bapilajoe stands, smiles, raises his hands and lets out a monstrous roar: “let the Music Contest begin!” And so it did. Every contestant is very skilled, and the Contest will last for a day and a night, with people going in and out of the tent to enjoy the show. It could have been a fair it there hadn’t been a prize.
The Bapilajoe is a clever fellow, and while all the contestants are in the tent with him, not only does he judge the contest and observe, he also has some of his trusted mice searching the town for the Thief and for Brady’s sharpsichord.
As if on cue, when the Triceratops Club get on stage to play their part, a small mouse comes squeaking to the Bapilajoe’s ear and get up on his feet. “Stop! Triceratops Club, you are hereby disqualified for stealing one of the other contestant’s instruments!”
A great clamor erupts all around the tent while an army of mice arrives with Brady’s sharpsichord on their back. Bihorn’s face blanches and he takes a step back, only to be stopped by the King, who is now on his feet and furious.
Not a word is spoken while the King’s guard arrest the Club and takes them all to jail, to be trialled after the celebrations end. Brady finally grabs his beloved instrument, holding it close, and moves to the middle of the stage to bow to the Bapilajoe with grateful tears in his eyes.
As Brady starts playing, his unusual and merry tunes blast through the audience as the roaring of applause and cheers gets louder and louder with each note. With the crowd's support and the Bapilojoe's inability to sit still, his victory was certain!
Then as the sun started to set again, Brady's melodies kept on going far into the night while the Kangaroo King and Turnip discussed their wedding plans for next year. The Bapilojoe could be seen dancing for miles as his shadow moved towards the sun on the Sharpsichord's lovely sounds.
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