Despite the fact that plenty of other puppets were perfectly capable, it was Frank who was sent to Barnaby. The beagle had been feeling under the weather lately and needed medicine.

When Frank entered, Barnaby would sniffle and then lay still in his bed, trying to pretend to be asleep as his nose ran. When Frank was close enough, he muttered in a higher pitched, yet scratchy, voice out of the side of his mouth, “He’s under a curse- cough! Er- uh- Only a true love's kiss will save the blue dog. If only he had a certain grey puppet here to break his spell.”