In this first chapter you may find the Wogglebug as being portrayed differently than I usually portray him and this is because with this new story I am going to solve the mystery of why he changed so drastically from the way he was at first, which is how I hold him in my heart of course. This story is based on both the first in the Back to the Future trilogy and the second in the Oz series. In Back to the Future, Marty McFly went back in time on accident and rearranged the history of his parents meeting which led to a brighter future for him and his whole family and that is what I intend to do with this story, and it will thus explain why I write about Mr. Wogglebug in my stories the way I do.

The Emerald City shone brilliantly in the early morning sunrise. The golden sunlight filtered in through the emerald framed window of Ozma's bedchamber and glided gracefully onto her sleeping angelically gentle face. She moved slightly and yawned as the sweet sounds of the birds singing awakened her. She sat up and rubbed her eyes, wiping away the remains of slumber. She reached over to her bedside table and picked up her crown and placed it neatly onto her head of long auburn tresses. She took a hairbrush and a hand mirror from the table also and began brushing her long curls.

Just then the door opened and in stepped Jelia Jamb, her personal maid and lady in waiting carrying a silver platter with a big silver dome on top. Jelia was a petite short young woman with short black hair and bright green eyes wearing a dark green dress with a pale green apron and cap.

"Good morning, My Queen," Jelia greeted with her usual sweet smile.

"Good morning to you, Jelia dear," she replied just as sweetly as Jelia sat the breakfast plate before her.

"Are you excited about the anniversary of your reign coming up soon?" asked Jelia.

"Yes, indeed," Ozma replied. "I always look forward to this celebration, and this will mark the one-hundredth celebration of it."

Jelia smiled and said, "A few of your oldest and most loyal friends have come just now wanting to tell you of plans they have for this particular celebration of it."

"How wonderful!" said Ozma. "I'll be with them as soon as possible."

"Of course, My Lady," Jelia replied and, curtsying neatly, she exited the room.

Shortly thereafter, Ozma entered into her throne room where she found waiting for her, her four oldest and most special subjects to her. They were Jack Pumpkinhead, the Scarecrow, the Tin Woodman, and Professor H. M. Wogglebug T. E. of the Royal College of Athletic Arts and Sciences.

Ozma smiled sweetly as she greeted her old friends. "Hello all of you," she said. "Jelia said she have come to speak of new ideas for the upcoming celebration of my reign."

"Yes, we have, My Queen," replied the Tin Woodman smiling. "The Scarecrow and I stayed up all night with each other and came up with some splendid new ideas for it. "In addition to the parade which we always have had and the banquet also, we've all had ideas of our own to make this celebration an extra special one."

"My idea," said the Scarecrow, "is to have the field mice who saved us all at one point to pop out of my straw and do a small dance and parade of their own. I've spoken with their Queen about it and she said it would be delightful."

"I'm sure it will be also," agreed Ozma.

"And my idea," said Jack Pumpkinhead, "is to bring some of my freshly grown pumpkins from my patch and with a bit of magical assistance from Glinda the Good, have them animate and sing to an orchestra which I will personally conduct."

"Excellent idea, Jack," said Ozma approvingly. "Your new head you have now seems very bright."

"Well, I did shine it up just today," said Jack modestly.

"And as for me," said the Tin Woodman, "I will be composing a new song for the celebration which will be about the love which all of us have for you and that you have brought to each of us."

"Also, and this is the best idea which was all my own," added the Scarecrow beaming, "We have decided that we along with a few of the good citizens of the Emerald City and their children, we will have a dramatic reenactment of our adventure in bringing you to your throne!"

"Oh my!" gasped Ozma in surprise and delight. "You don't have to go through so much trouble with it all."

"But we want to," said the Tin Woodman, "in fact we insist on it."

Ozma smiled and replied, "Well, if you do, then I suppose it will be..."

Ozma got no further in her speech just then for at that moment Professor Wogglebug interrupted. He was an aged looking insect with large spectacles covering his eyes and bits of gray hair sticking out from his chin up to his forehead and pale and somewhat loose skin which caused the ends of his mouth to droop downward in a seemingly permanent frown. On his head he wore a black mortarboard cap and he also wore a long black coat and a gray vest. He spoke up loudly in a deep, dry, and somewhat scratchy voice,

"It will be a complete waste of time and energy is all it will be!"

"Hey now!" the Scarecrow exclaimed indignantly, "It is inexcusably rude to interrupt when Ozma is speaking!"

"Well, excuse me!" said Professor Wogglebug very huffily. "I just thought she would be most interested in hearing from a superior educated individual like me!"

"You!" the Scarecrow gaped.

"Yes, me!" retorted the Wogglebug in an offended tone. "Or have you forgotten I am the head of the one and only Royal College in Oz, hmm?"

"No, I haven't forgotten!" retorted the Scarecrow. "But just because I don't have a college degree doesn't mean I don't have superior brains!"

"Is that so?" asked the professor with a harsh laugh.

"It is so!" yelled the Scarecrow. "Let me tell you -!"

Ozma cleared her throat loudly. "Silence!" she commanded a bit irritably for she never liked to see quarreling amongst her trusted friends and subjects. "There is no need I see for either of you to argue about which one of you is the smarter one as I see you both as being very intelligent and valuable to me. Now, Professor," she added, "what makes you think a reenactment of our first adventure together would be a waste of time and energy?"

"Yeah, I think it will be fun to do," said Jack Pumpkinhead.

"So do I," added the Tin Woodman.

"And me too," added the Scarecrow, "I also believe it will be of most educational value for all of the children of Oz to see and you do care about the education of children, don't you?"

"Educational value, my antenna!" Professor Wogglebug said, almost shouting at the Scarecrow. "We don't need to have any foolish play dramas for children to learn about history! They can learn everything there is to know about history with my patented history pills created by me especially for such things!"

"Your pills are no good!" the Scarecrow blurted out. "They wear off eventually, and the only way to really learn something is to experience it!"

"But who wants to waste time these days trying to find the answer to something when now, thanks to me, you can learn all there is to know with a few swallows? Frankly, my dear Scarecrow, you are very stupid to think so old-fashioned in this new day and age!"

"I am not stupid, you overgrown arrogant insect you!" the Scarecrow shouted back. "I was given the finest brains ever by the wonderful Wizard of Oz in his golden days! I-"

"Golden days, huh!" the professor sniffed haughtily. "You mean the days of when he was nothing but a humbug, a fraud, a sham, a fake! And your brains are nothing more than a mere forgery!"

"What! Why you-! If you were a normal sized bug, as you ought to be, I would squish you in my hand right now!" the Scarecrow declared in a rage as he held up a clenched fist.

"Ha ha!" the professor laughed dismissively. "As if! Why you were never even worth including in The Royal Book of Oz in the first place! And if you think I am gonna keep quiet about your arrogance-!"

"My! What do you mean my arrogance!" the Scarecrow practically shrieked. "Since when have you been a modest little bug of -"

"Now don't you dare use the word little when speaking of me!" the Professor yelled with his eyes wide and blazing. "Why if you weren't stuffed with straw I'd -"

"Enough!" Ozma hit the side of her throne with her emerald scepter. "This isn't the time, Scarecrow, nor the place setting, Professor! I am very sorry you two cannot agree on anything. But in a way you are both right and both wrong. So I shall dismiss you all for now and we shall come back here to discuss further at a later time."

So then Jack Pumpkinhead, the Tin Woodman, and the Professor left the room, while the Scarecrow approached Ozma's throne and addressed her profusely.

"My dear ruler, why do you insist on having the Professor here? Not only is he rude, but he... he... he gets on my nerves!" he rubbed the side of his head for emphasis.

"Well, my dear Scarecrow, you could have shown a little more respect yourself I dare say," Ozma returned. "

"Me? Why, I was just defending myself!" the Scarecrow said defensively. "And besides, he should know better than to interrupt!"

"That is true," admitted Ozma. "But still he has a right to express his own opinion just like you and everyone else does."

"I'll say he does," the Scarecrow huffed. "He has his own opinion on anything that has to do with anything and everything. It's all to do with his head being swelled along with the rest of his body beyond its normal proportion. Well, now I've given my opinion on the matter and until you do something about him I will not attend another court meeting as long as he is still present!"

And with that the Scarecrow turned and stomped out, leaving Ozma to ponder these moorings. She understood what the Scarecrow was saying very well, she just wished that all of her subjects would get along and treat each other equally just as she always tried to do with them. She wondered if there was ever a time that the Scarecrow and Professor Wogglebug had ever got along with each other, and she couldn't clearly remember any time at all. Then she wondered if there was ever a time that the Wogglebug, before he had become a professor, wasn't as conceited as he was now, and again she was met with only the vaguest of memories for it had been more than a hundred years since she had first met him and she was after all still a boy then.