You are Barnaby’s child, you two are still dead from that magical accident. While you were helping your father set up for another party, you heard something and went to go look. There, you saw a young anthropomorphic goat, with a wooden sword in her hand, and her pet, a flying fox. The goat’s name was Billie, and her pet was Oscar. Barnaby soon noticed, and came over

Barnaby: “Well, well! Are you here for the party?”

Billie: “What? A party? No! I’m here for the gem! On your waistcoat!”