Mr. Wiggles was happy. Everyone was alive, and his mother had decided to work with the newcomers. He would have preferred if the dogs had stayed with them, but understood they had their own quests. Quests were important in Under Library. In a place like this stories tended to take on more meaning, especially quests.

He had been worried for a while that one day he would be forced to separate from his mother on his own quest, but now, when that inevitable happened, she had allies he could leave her with.

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Perhaps before this was all done, he would show that idiot just what his abilities were. Now, that would be a funny thing to see, but no. Something was approaching. He could hear the scurrying inside the walls. There was no time for fun right now. A new fight was coming.

Actually, now he thought about it, there was plenty of time for fun. He had a whole group of people to fight these monsters with. He could be a bit more reckless, and that was fun.