Clutching Gary Gulliver gently in her hand, and collecting his boat in the other, Glumbdalclitch ran briskly up the hillside, and into the palace, where the Queen could be heard singing:

“Oh bring me a fellow named Kerwin,

Who won’t be directed by Irwin,

As long as there’s Ray,

Good scenes will yet play…”

“Your Majesty,” said Glumbdalclitch, “This is a little boy I met on the beach. Gary Gulliver, may I present the reigning monarch of Brobdingnag.”

The Queen put out her hand, and Gary kissed the flesh of her giant finger and bowed for her.

“Young Gulliver, do you have anywhere to live in this land?” asked the Queen.

“No, your highness,” he said, thinking that she was very high indeed, “I only just found your shores by accident. I came through a lot of fog.”

“That must have been the Swift Mist,” said the Queen, “My people are unlikely to ever venture beyond it, though it doesn’t obscure the entire ocean from our eyes, only the portion seen from a certain stretch of sand on the beach.”

It must have been more than a mist, thought Gary. He had come from a place where people were either his size or tiny like the Lilliputians, through the Swift Mist, and into a place where people were as large to him as he had been to Flirtacia.

“I like him,” said Glumbdalclitch.

“Then may I say, young Gulliver, that you have already made a favourable impression on both of us. Since your needs will no doubt be modest by our standards, I invite you to make your home in the palace with me.”

“Thank you most kindly, your gracious Majesty,” said Gulliver.

“You are welcome,” said the Queen, “And Glumbdalclitch, you are most welcome to come and see your little friend whenever you like.”

“Oh thank you,” said Glumbdalclitch, smiling ecstatically at each of the other two in turn.

The Queen of Brobdingnag knew nothing of the existence of the beanstalk, nor the house which was linked to Looking-Glass Land; and had not been aware that any of her citizen giantesses had any interest in gobbling down little boys. She continued to busy herself with the most important affair of state: the annual ceremony in which she was presented by the palace maidens with her own weight in delectable food items.

For the first time since he had left Lilliput, Gary Gulliver’s emotional state was not predominantly determined by the memory of his discovery of Captain Leech and Thomas Gulliver lying dead on the Island of Lilliput.

“Nothing comes for free, you know,” said the Pied Pipe Eddy, “Did you think all of this was just a pipe dream?”

“I’m sorry,” said Peter Pan, “We simply can’t pay anything.”

“Then I shall take my own choice of payment,” said Pipe Eddy.

With that announcement, he began hypnotically piping all of the Lost Boys aboard Peter Pan’s flying ship (which he had converted after his last encounter with its former owner Captain Hook, little knowing that his presence had caused an exodus of rats). The Pied Pipe Eddy then flew the ship away, taking the Lost Boys with him. So powerful were the hypnotic effects of Pipe Eddy’s playing, that one of the chords, one that he directed specifically at Peter Pan, actually prevented Pan from following the ship until the trail was lost.