Hoptimistic II

The extra carrots seemed to help, at least for a few moments. frank hops to the floor to vacuum the carrot shavings up with his mouth. He tells you, between his chomps of dirty-floor-carrot bits, about how he’s never won anything before. “I just have rotten luck. Doesn’t matter how many ladders I walk under, how many mirrors I break, or how much salt I spill. Nothing helps.” You begin to wonder where frank learned about superstitions. He returns to self-loathing on your chair, upside down so his belly is shown. “uuUuUUUugghhhHHhhhhh”, he groans. His pale blue glow looks a bit duller than usual. Maybe something lucky will help frank. You leave some snacks behind, and set off to find some things that might bring frank some luck.