Snifferella hoped to go to the Tennis Ball, but too many chores had to be done and she couldn't spare a day to go thrifting for a dress. And all the Ubers were busy, anyway, she couldn't get a pickup in time.
But unexpectedly, there was a puff of glitter-smoke! As the glitter-smoke cleared, Snifferella's Faerie Tristopher told her, "We're going to get you to that Tennis Ball with Serious Business, and it will be a glorious place to be a dog."
The Faerie Tristopher had picked up a magnificent dress in Snifferella's size, and arranged for Snifferella's little buddies to swap a prize-winning pumpkin for cart and costume rental so they could chauffeur Snifferella to the Ball.
And with a wave of the Hypno-Spaniel-Wand, and a Sniffity-Squeakity, Sniffity-Squawkity, Sniffity-Shnortity Food! everybody got changed much faster than they thought possible.
As Snifferella rode away into the night, the Faerie Tristopher called, "Have a bouncing ball! But remember the rentals have to be returned at midnight, or else you'll have to pay a late fee!"
