"Good good. Abby's will have some good food to make up for that. Might want to wait a few minutes before eating though. Might be a bit dizzy." With determination in his eyes, Fizban rolled up his sleeves and grabbed his staff. "Now just grab hold of the robe, anywhere will do. But no peeking in the pouches. Wizardly do-hickies in there. And candy corn. Might be some liverwurst too, never did eat that. Too distracted by the dish towel."
Once he was sure she was ready, he started to chant in a language that most certainly was not English or any language from Earth. Their surroundings blurred and spun around faster than the average human could perceive. But after a few seconds of that whirlwind of fun, with one final gust of wind spinning around them, the world finally appeared to stabilize.
The park and Metropolis itself was no longer around them and standing right in font of them was a large manor, which in Fizban's opinion should be considered a castle. Unfortunately, they were standing in a large fountain with statue of a maiden holding a bouquet of flowers in the middle. "Ah! See? Didn't even land in the pool this time." He sloshed through the water, his robes tangling around his ankles as they soaked up the water, and stepped out of the fountain. "Still.. did get a little damp there, but at least it's not a tomb. Hate to see that happen again. Couldn't ask for a better landing." He gestured his staff toward the looming building. "That'd be the Winter Manor, owner's a nice young lady. Her name's not Abby though.. can't remember what it is really.. don't think I actually met her.. Ah well, still a lovely place, eh?"