The Extremely Happy Time Machine

Previously

…Professor Pip nodded sagely. “Indeed. For what is a happy time without its essential components? A feast needs its jesters, a workshop needs its tools, and a time machine needs its… happy atmosphere!” He winked at Lily, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Sir Reginald Grumbles, for the first time since they had arrived, didn’t look quite so grumpy. He simply nodded, his gaze fixed on the empty stool beside him. The path to their departure was becoming clearer, but it was paved not with temporal mechanics, but with the simple, often overlooked, art of restoring joy. The adventure, it seemed, was far from over. It was just about to get a whole lot sillier.