Confronting the Clock King

You figured it out—the Clock King! I tiptoed straight across the rug and scrambled up the carved molding of the fireplace mantel to confront the ticking mastermind. There loomed the grand wooden mantle clock, ticking with a deep, proud rhythm! Peeking right behind its curved wooden arch, I discovered a tiny notched brass key dangling from a bright red ribbon. I reached out and gave the brass-rimmed glass door an inquisitive tap with my fuzzy paw, making the quiet chimes give a muffled little hum. We tracked down his headquarters, and I have his winding key in my grasp!