We're going on a quest!!!! I loved and hated this installment. 

Spoilers beyond this point 👉 

The new characters were so enjoyable.  I loved Patches, but this is one children's book I wish weren't illustrated. The drawings are pure nightmare fuel, but her personality shines through and makes her one of my favorites in all of Oz. Poor Ojo, you can't help but love and feel for him. Justce for the phonograph! He didn't deserve the treatment he got at all! More than anything though, what really upset me was the wizard taking the Bungle's pink brains because she was "conceited and disagreeable" and replaced them with transparent ones so she would be "modest and well behaved" and a "good pet". 😾😡 Bungle deserved better and this detail was entirely unnecessary. I found the characters and plot so loving and funny and endearing, but the treatment of Bungle will never sit right with me.

Quotable Quotations 🗣 📢 

"A little misery, at times, makes one appreciate happiness more."

"It's the latest popular song," declared the phonograph, speaking in a sulky tone of voice.
"A popular song?"
"Yes. One that the feeble-minded can remember the words of and those ignorant of music can whistle or sing. That makes a popular song popular, and the time is coming when it will take the place of all other songs."

"Why are you Ojo the Unlucky?" asked the tin man. "Because I was born on a Friday." "Friday is not unlucky," declared the Emperor. "It's just one of seven days. Do you suppose all the world becomes unlucky one-seventh of the time?" "It was the thirteenth day of the month," said Ojo. "Thirteen! Ah, that is indeed a lucky number," replied the Tin Woodman. "All my good luck seems to happen on the thirteenth. I suppose most people never notice the good luck that comes to them with the number 13, and yet if the least bit of bad luck falls on that day, they blame it to the number, and not to the proper cause."

"You began it," declared Dorothy. "Well, you ended it, so we won't argue the matter. May we come out again? Or are you still cruel and slappy?"

"Advice doesn't cost anything - unless you follow it."

"But I cannot flash fire from my eyes unless I am very angry."
"Can't you get angry 'bout something, please?" asked Ojo.
"I'll try. You just say 'Krizzle-Kroo' to me."
"Will that make you angry?" inquired the boy.
"Terribly angry."
"What does it mean?" asked Scraps.
"I don't know; that's what makes me so angry," replied the Woozy.

"I find I learn much more by traveling than by staying at home."

"But I have noticed that those who continually dread ill luck and fear it will overtake them, have no time to take advantage of any good fortune that comes their way."

"I like to do everything proper, for it saves one a lot of trouble."

"If they are really true friends, they may be anything they like, for all of me."

"Yes; but it is Nature's magic, which is more wonderful than any art known to man."

"Take it easy' is my motto. If you can't take it easy, take it as easy as you can."

"That wall," explained the Shaggy Man, "is what is called an optical illusion. It is quite real while you have your eyes open, but if you are not looking at it the barrier doesn't exist at all. It's the same way with many other evils in life"

"Scraps thought it was odd that they could be so easily amused, but decided there could be little harm in people who laughed so merrily."

"It’s a highly classical composition.”
“A what?” inquired Scraps.
“It is classical music, and is considered the best and most puzzling ever manufactured. You’re supposed to like it, whether you do or not, and if you don’t, the proper thing is to look as if you did."
“What’s the matter? Don’t you love classical music?”
“No, Vic,” said Scraps, halting. “We will passical the classical and preserve what joy we have left. I haven’t any nerves, thank goodness, but your music makes my cotton shrink.”
“Then turn over my record. There’s a rag-time tune on the other side,” said the machine.
“What’s rag-time?”
“The opposite of classical.”
“What’s the matter now? Is it possible you can’t appreciate rag-time?”
“Scraps ought to, being rags herself,” said the cat.
“It’s enough to drive a crazy lady mad,” murmured the Patchwork Girl. “I’ll tell you what, Vic,” she added as she smoothed out her apron and put it on again, “for some reason or other you’ve missed your guess. You’re not a concert; you’re a nuisance.”
“Music hath charms to soothe the savage breast,” asserted the phonograph sadly.
“Then we’re not savages."

“You’re a regular comforter and as sweet as patchwork can be. All you lack is dignity.” “I hate dignity,” cried Scraps, kicking a pebble high in the air and then trying to catch it as it fell. “Half the fools and all the wise folks are dignified, and I’m neither the one nor the other.”

“One should only eat to sustain life."

“We consider a prisoner unfortunate. He is unfortunate in two ways — because he has done something wrong and because he is deprived of his liberty. Therefore we should treat him kindly, because of his misfortune, for otherwise he would become hard and bitter and would not be sorry he had done wrong. Ozma thinks that one who has committed a fault did so because he was not strong and brave; therefore she puts him in prison to make him strong and brave. When that is accomplished he is no longer a prisoner, but a good and loyal citizen and everyone is glad that he is now strong enough to resist doing wrong. You see, it is kindness that makes one strong and brave; and so we are kind to our prisoners.”

“She’s half crazy, I think,” added the Shaggy Man.
“But she is so beautiful!” exclaimed the Scarecrow, as if that fact disarmed all criticism.

“The left wing of a yellow butterfly,” said Ojo. “In this yellow country, and with your kind assistance, that ought to be very easy to find.”
The Tin Woodman stared at him in amazement.
“Surely you are joking!” he said.
“No,” replied Ojo, much surprised; “I am in earnest.”
“But do you think for a moment that I would permit you, or anyone else, to pull the left wing from a yellow butterfly?” demanded the Tin Woodman sternly.
“Why not, sir?”
“Why not? You ask me why not? It would be cruel — one of the most cruel and heartless deeds I ever heard of,” asserted the Tin Woodman. “The butterflies are among the prettiest of all created things, and they are very sensitive to pain. To tear a wing from one would cause it exquisite torture and it would soon die in great agony. I would not permit such a wicked deed under any circumstances!”

“Ozma knows many things,” said the Shaggy Man. “In her room is a Magic Picture that shows any scene in the Land of Oz where strangers or travelers happen to be. She may be watching the picture of us even now, and noticing everything that we do.”