It’s another beautiful day in the humble neighborhood. The birds are chirping in the trees, butterflies flutter about in the gardens - I bet Frank’s excited! - and a painting easel sits right underneath a tree. But wait, isn’t that Wally’s easel? Where did Wally go?

“Oh, hey, neighbor!” Barnaby exclaims. “Wally seems to be feeling a little sick today, so he asked me to take over for the day!” The beagle gave a light chuckle. “I’ve never had my own adventure before. What would Wally do?”