The two girls staggered through the door to the shop with all their Fairyland goodies.

“Goodness, you can carry a lot!” Mrs. Twist exclaimed. “Now, let’s see …” She gave one of the jars a long look. “Fizzing Fairies?” she read aloud. “I don’t remember ordering these.” She unscrewed the lid to find lots of fairy-shaped treats, all beautifully wrapped.

“Can I try one, please?” a little girl asked shyly.

“Of course,” Mrs. Twist said with a smile. She raised her eyebrows as she passed the jar around. “Don’t they smell delicious? I think I’ll try one myself.”

Kirsty elbowed Rachel in delight. She was sure she’d just spotted the fairy on the label giving them both a wink. And as the girls looked closer, they realized that all of the Fizzing Fairies were in the shapes of their magical friends, the Party Fairies.

“Mmmmm,” all the boys and girls said, licking their lips as Mrs. Twist opened up more of the anniversary party treats. “This is the best candy ever!

Kirsty and Rachel agreed. The marshmallows were soft and fluffy. The licorice was stretchy and chewy. And the lemon drops were scrumptiously tangy.

“Freshly picked this morning,” Rachel joked in a low voice.

Kirsty felt something rustle in her pocket. She put her hand in to find a small bag of toffee, carefully tied with a curly gold ribbon. There was a sticker of a honeybee on the front of the bag. And on the label—in gold, shimmering writing—Kirsty read the words “Made with love and honey in Fairyland.”

“Wow,” Kirsty said. Then she smiled. “I think we’d better take these home before I start eating them. Don’t they look delicious?”

The two friends said good-bye to Mrs. Twist and left the store.

“That was the tastiest trip to Fairyland yet!” Rachel commented.

Kirsty nodded happily. “Just three days left until the anniversary party,” she said. “I can’t wait!”

“I hope we get to play Pass the Magic Present,” Rachel added, laughing as she remembered Polly’s game.

Kirsty laughed, too. “One thing’s for sure,” she said, as she popped a lemon drop into her mouth. “We’re definitely going to have sweet dreams tonight!”

“Good-bye, Mom!” Kirsty Tate called, waving from the school bus packed with Explorers as it pulled away from the school.

“Good-bye, Mrs. Tate!” Rachel Walker, Kirsty’s best friend, shouted. She was waving, too.

As the school bus made its way through the village, Rachel turned to Kirsty.

“Isn’t it great that your Explorers leader is letting me come to your mini-jamboree?” she said happily.

“Well, you are staying with me this week, so there’s no way I’d leave you behind!” Kirsty laughed. “And you’re an Explorer, too, even if you’re not in our troop.”