Dance Hall
The theater had already dimmed its lights, leaving Layton to search for his seat in the dark. He found it in the middle of the fifth row and clumsily manoeuvred towards it, whispering his apologies to the already-seated patrons. As he sat down, the woman in the next seat leaned towards him.
"Took you long enough, Hershel. I heard you were looking for me?"
Layton turned to face her, letting his eyes adjust in the dark. She was a middle-aged man with a large protruding belly, a hastily-trimmed beard, and a thick pair of glasses.
"Oh, pardon me, madam. I hardly recognized you like that," he whispered.
"Hah. That's kind of the point. And here I thought you were a pretty good detective." She stroked her beard. "What do you want, Hershel?"
"Well—" he began, but she quickly shushed him.
"Actually, hold that thought. The ballet is about to start. I hear there's a puzzle hidden in it, too — you still love those, right?"

A group of traditional dancers dressed in colorful outfits are acting out a series of scenes:

The curtain rises on what looks like a tea shop. There’s tea all over the place (in lines for some reason), and in various colors, too. We’ve heard of green tea, red tea, and even silver tea, but this shop has lines of blue and orange tea as well. Two students enter and begin chatting, and we overhear them.

“Ohmigosh, this is the cutest little tea station ever! Like, I love how central it is to everything, right?”

“Like, totes, yeah! I’m soooo glad something like this opened up in the downtown area! We totally needed one here.”

The students cross over to the only place blue and orange teas are kept together.

“Wow, this place even has blue and orange teas! I read on Yelp that this is the only place in the whole state that carries them.”

“Yeah, man - I heard the local government banned them a couple of years ago because there was a rumor they cause cancer.”

“Uhh NOPE - time to leave. Did you park nearby?”

The next scene has a crowd of cheering fans jumping from their seats and a booming announcer.

“From the California Sharks, number 5, John Adams!”

“From the Pennsylvania Eagles, number 99, John Adams!”

“From the Washington Narwhals, number 39, John Adams!”

“From the Mississippi Aardvarks, number 60, John Adams!”

“From the Kansas Turkeys, number 61, John Adams!”

“From the Indiana Emus, number 22, John Adams!”

In the next scene, an older gentleman and a college-aged man are sitting at a table in cozy cafe. The younger man stands up, bumping the table and knocking off two small parcels. He manages to grab one, but the other hits the floor in a loud crash.

“No, the Lax Incense shattered! Ah I’m so sorry, Professor!”

“Please try to be more careful! I have another one of those, but it’s a good thing you caught that Sea Incense. It costs 9,600, you know!”

“Sorry again! Oh, and before I forget, a letter arrived for you this morning. Says here it was sent by someone named ‘Bil,’ with one L.”

“Hmm, probably just a clerical error, if it’s the person I’m thinking of. The post can never seem to get their Psyducks in a Row.”

The professor looks over the letter. “A clerical error indeed! If you’re ready, he’s waiting at the Dragon’s Den.”

“Sure thing, Professor Oak!”

The next scene recounts a series of text messages between a mother and her child.

The next scene opens to find a traveler in the middle of telling the tale of his journey to a magical land...

“...the next thing I knew, we were under attack from pirates! Loud cannonfire pierced the tranquil night and before long, the entire city was ablaze! But thanks to the quick thinking of our charismatic and lovable captain, we were able to escape to safety.

“I disembarked and began walking, not sure where I was going. I stopped when I spotted what looked like a man and a small creature holding hands, but I soon realized they were immobile. Perhaps some dark magic had petrified them?

“I took a wide, paved road into town, passing by several merchants and purveyors of clothing and foodstuffs. The wares were of decent quality, but terribly overpriced.

“I kept walking until the paved road ended in a cul-de-sac. I boarded a train nearby and was treated to a whirlwind tour of sights and sounds. We whizzed by an Indian temple, a Louisianian jazz band, a mountain with a majestic waterfall, and a different mountain that was being excavated, I assume, based on the sound of dynamite.

“Eventually, I hopped off the train in a new, strange land where everything seemed rather two-dimensional.”

The next scene begins with a wide-shot of the United States and parts of Canada. Suddenly, we’re looking at a train station.

“My three children and I need tickets immediately,” the well-dressed woman barked, gesturing at three pink-faced figures standing behind her.

“Madam, I’m afraid the next train isn’t until four,” began the blue-uniformed attendant. “I can --”

“Four? That’s preposterous!” The woman exclaimed. “If my husband were here he’d give you a black eye!”

The woman held up her fist as if to strike the man, but then stomped over to a nearby bench, children in tow. She took out an orange from her purse and peeled it, dividing it into six segments before handing them to her children.

“The nerve of that man! He’s certainly got me seeing red,” she muttered to nobody in particular. She looked around at her children and her voice softened. “But how are we going to make it to Omaha by five?”

In the next scene, a quintet of warriors stand in a circle and gaze upwards. They each express their dreams in succession as lights twinkle above them.

“I want to go where the little folk claim victory over giant machines. Where empires fall and forests are saved.”

“I want to go where the darkness presides and the nightsisters rule.”

“I want to go where the story begins. Where suns scorch the surface and legends are born.”

“I want to go where the wooly beasts walk and the wisest fights for freedom.”

“I want to go to the capital, the political and cultural center, the origin of human life.”

In the ultimate scene, a group of explorers are animal watching. They are in high spirits and feeling super.

“Shhh. I think there’s a fox hiding in the bushes.”

“Maybe we can attract it with some sausage. Here, give me a link.”

“Over there! Past the daisy patch that just moved. I’m going to take a look.”

“Be careful, you don’t want to get a snake bite.”

“It’s ok, it’s safe when there’s cloud cover. Cobras need the sun out.”

“Aha, I see it over there, chasing the robin!”

Hint 1:
Each of these scenes clues a different set of things. The initial description of each scene has some key words that are helpful for identifying that set.
Hint 2:
There are a lot of T(ea) stations in Boston. Or you could fly to another airport in the US.
Hint 3:
Try mapping out the items in each set.