Silently Shaggy and the children followed Twiffle down the marble stairway to the elevator. The castle was not entirely dark, thanks to the bright moonlight flowing through the windows. They stepped into the elevator which had a dim light of its own. Once more it shot up to the roof of the tower. Stepping out on the roof, Twiffle beckoned them after him. The clown made his way straight to the Magic Airmobile. He climbed in, motioning for Shaggy and the children to do likewise. They all squeezed into the contraption after him. Twink noted the cushioned seats in each end of the Airmobile were soft and yielding—Conjo certainly liked comfort.
"Where are we going? And why?" demanded the Shaggy Man.
"There is no time to talk now," retorted Twiffle briefly. "Wait until we are well in the air."
"Do you know how to operate this thing?" asked Tom.
"I have watched Conjo run it many times. I am sure I can manage it," replied Twiffle.
The little clown was busy with the buttons which exposed the gravity resistor plates, and almost before they realized it, the Airmobile had risen gently from the roof and was moving silently through the night.
"Ah, that is a relief," sighed Twiffle as he watched Conjo's castle recede in the distance.