With a shake of his head, the Scarecrow responded: "I don't know of anyone like that, although he could be one of many people with a description so generic. Then again, I don't know many people here. Maybe you could use the bulletin board to look for your friend?" The Scarecrow furrowed his eyebrows. Didn't he have any better ideas? Oh yeah, lack of brains. Of course his best notion was to 'use the bulletin board.'

He was going to have to face the facts- human brain or not, he needed his diploma back. He wouldn't be of any use to anyone until he had it in his hands.

"What happened to your home?" he asked. "And if it isn't there any more, how can you go back?"