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The kids realized Pinocchio was a traitor and was taking them to the mirror

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They go back to editor to restart over and be friends again and help them find the mirror. He agrees and help them to find the mirror

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Sabrina and Daphne's grandma Rhelda Grimm says they are the descendants of Trixie Grimm who was one of the people who created The Editor

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Sabrina and Daphne were caught of the cards of soldiers and then a fight broke out.

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The editor tells the way he fix stories is using his revisers which kind of are like white blood cells taking out the wring part of a story

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With making the story not way it should be the editor them his back against the kids and not to try helping to find the mirror and baby brother

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Sabrina, Daphne and Puck goes to story to story to find the mirror and her baby brother.

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Both of the sisters realized of they go out of character the editor will notice it and try to make it perfect.

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Curious, Worried, Frustrated: These are some emotion Sabrina and daphne has when look for his little brother

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Sabrina, Daphne and Puck are stuck in a story. They look around to see they're are in the Wizard of Oz

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“My decisions seem to be wrong because they are wrong,” Sabrina said. “I gambled with my baby brother’s life. I trusted the White Rabbit and his stupid army. I turned the Editor against us. I lost the magic yarn. I got us hopelessly lost. Worst of all, I wasted all our time and energy on this idiot—”

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“This cursed interloper hath stepped through an enchanted doorway in the midst of our castle,” Lancelot said. “A battalion of noble knights and I naturally came to the defense of Camelot, but we were soon overwhelmed by the villain’s magics. The king’s adviser, Merlin, was called, and due to his experience with the black arts, has unleashed his ungodly powers on the Editor’s lackey.”

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As they stood beside the garden gate, Sabrina noticed a handful of card soldiers busily painting a bush’s white rose bulbs bright red. When one of the soldiers splashed paint on another, they all broke into an argument that nearly turned into a fistfight.

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“The revisers work like white blood cells, seeking out an infection in the body. In this case, the Book is the body and you intruders are the infection. Unfortunately, they won’t recognize him as a problem if he finds his way to his story—in some ways he belongs there. They won’t be able to tell what’s wrong and what’s meant to be. They’ll erase everything but what he changes, so I’ll have to rebuild a new story around his alterations.

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Their eyes were bright with joy until they saw the queen. When they turned to flee, the men pounced on them and dragged them to the wicked stepmother. From the folds of her dress she removed six silk shirts, and one by one she pulled them over the heads of the boys. In a flash of light, each boy made what appeared to be a painful, squawking transformation into a white swan. Legs and arms vanished. Lean bodies turned plump and sprouted feathers. Toes were replaced with webbed feet. Once each of the boys had changed, the queen’s men released the swans. The distraught gaggle took to the air and disappeared over the treetops.

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Finally they came to a cottage built near a bubbling spring. Six smiling boys, the oldest not much older than Sabrina, raced out of the cabin toward the group. Their eyes were bright with joy until they saw the queen. When they turned to flee, the men pounced on them and dragged them to the wicked stepmother.

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This provided the community with the opportunity to vacation away from the town and its barrier, if they so desired—reliving their glory days, as it were. For nearly four decades, it was enjoyed by many, until an Everafter abused the privilege and altered the magic for her own personal gain. She turned the Book’s magic into something its original creators never imagined.”

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“Stop! STOP! STOP!!!!!!!” the Tin Man shouted. “You people don’t understand what you are doing. You can’t just skip ahead. Lots of stuff happens in between. The Editor will know!”

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The lion was much bigger than Sabrina had expected. His body was all muscle, and his paws were as big as tennis rackets. His enormous golden mane looked as if it could swallow a man whole, and his claws gleamed like beautiful daggers. He looked as if he were about to swat someone, but when he couldn’t find his target he crouched down on his haunches. His ferocious face turned to befuddlement.

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THE FIRST EXPLOSION sent Sabrina flailing backward to the floor of the ancient tomb. Her head slammed against the stone and her sneakers were blasted off her feet. Before she could stand up, there was a second explosion. The noise rattled her eardrums and a blast of wind scorched her face, neck, and hands. But the third explosion was the one that really frightened her.