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Hobgoblin. But they couldn’t take away the wealth, power, and
fame he had wished for.”
“That’s a nasty thing to have happened to the poor guy,” said
Jack.
“Don’t feel sorry for him, Jack,” Wishbone told him, “because
what happened to him is not as nasty as what he did to me.”
“Yeah, Jack. Hobart had it coming to him. He was selfish and
used the Wishmothers’ gifts for his own benefit,” said Nikki.
“What happened next, Wishbone?”
“First, Hobgoblin used his wealth and power to build a great
castle, which he calls Crag Heap, and he used his fame to attract
a large band of followers. Then he and his minions took over
Goblin Acres and locked the mayor in the Deep Dark
Dungeon.”
“That Hobgoblin sure is one bad dude,” said Jack.
“He certainly is,” Wishbone agreed. “But wait, there’s more.
Hobgoblin wasn’t satisfied with all that he had accomplished.
He wanted more wealth and more fame, but most of all, he
wanted more power… magical power. So he summoned one of
his favorite minions, the Tasmanian Devil, who helped him
murder the three Wishmothers and steal their magic Wands.”
“Did Hobgoblin use the Wands?” Jack asked Wishbone.
“Indeed he did. He knew just enough magic to turn the power
of the Wands against the ghosts of the three Wishmothers.”
“What did he do to them?” Nikki asked.
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