Harumi sighned, as she looked at her younger brothers who were putting away the animals they messed up. "Sissy? What happened?" Little Arlo asked her, as he and the others crossed their arms in confusion. Harumi walked towards them. "It's hard to explain,but I need your help! I have to get father out of the castle before anyone sees. Can I count on you to help me?" She asked. The boys look at each other, before Axel looked at her. "For a price we will help" Harumi huffed, as Garma-bear shoot them a look. "What do you want?" She asked. After some negotiation, the quads went into action, and soon garmadon and harumi were able to get out of the castle, but not before they went to the kitchen so harumi could put on a cloak.

Harumi pushes her father out the door and turns to the quads. "Now, boys please behave yourselves. I'll be back soon, but Go on and help yourself to anything you want, as a reward" she told them, as harumi closed the door. the quads turn and see the half eaten witch's tart and head towards it. "What is it? Axel asked his brothers, August smiled. "I dunno but it looks good let's take a bite of it"

The two went into the forests, and they returned to the circle of stones. "Wisps? Come on out now please? We really need you" when nothing happens the girl huffs loudly. "Come on, just because my father is head doesn't mean you should hide" she calls out.

When Harumi turned around, she saw her fathers usual questionable look as usual, the girl signed. "I was standing here, and they all appeared and led me into the forest!" She said as her father went towards the forest. "Father?" She asked, as she ran after him. "Does he think that I just happened upon a witch's cottage?" After a while everything started looking familiar. She smiled. "I know this place follow me!" She said as she grabbed her father's hand and started running. Harumi starts running ahead and finds the witch's cottage. She smiled widely. " I found it" "I can't believe it! I found it!" she opens the cottage door but finds it completely empty, evyething was so bare as if there wasn't there in the first place. Harumi's eyes winded. "No!" She keeps shutting and opening the cottage door, to try and get it to the potions and spells. In a panic she ran in, and being the clumsy girl she is, she accidentally sets off a Rube Goldberg machine which brings up the witch's cauldron with a ghostly image of the witch appearing above it. Harumi stares at it in Amazement. "See father!" She said as the witch ghost started talking, it was the color red.

"Welcome to the Crafty Carver, home of bear carvings and novelties. I am completely out of stock at this time, but if you'd like to inquire about a portrait or wedding cake toppers, pour via; one into the cauldron. If you'd like a bedouin garlic, vial two. If you're that white-haired lass, vial three" Mistaké said, as harumi quickly pours the contents of vile three into the cauldron. "Princess, I'm off to the Wickerman's festival in Stoneleigh" it started to explain, garmadon stayed in the back to watch what was going on. "I won't be back till spring. There's one bit I forgot to tell you about the spell. By the second sunrise, your spell will be permanent, unless you remember these words: 'Fate be changed, look inside. Mend the bond torn by pride" Harumi blinked. "What the heck?" She muttered. "Fate be changed? Mend the bond? What does that mean?" She looked at her papa bear for help if he knew anything and he just shrugged. The witch smiled. "One more time. 'Fate be changed, look inside. Mend the bond torn by pride.' That's it! Ta-ta! Oh, and thank you for shopping at the Crafty Carver!" Mistaké said, and so suddenly the witch's ghostly image disappears. Harumi panicked again. "No no!" Please she begged. the witch's ghostly image appears again and starts giving the same message. "No this isn't helping! I need a way to get my father back!" She said panicked. As she starts pouring in all the vials into the cauldron in panic. As a explosion started to happen, garmadon grabbed harumi tightly to conceal her from the explosion. As the cauldron blows and the cottage disappears.