"Ding dong, the witch is dead, the wicked witch..." All the Munchkins of the aptly named Munchkinland sang as they danced around their tiny little village. As they danced up to where the house was that crushed the witch's sister, a puff of green smoke appeared.
'HOLY SHIT!' The munchkins all said in unison, as the Wicked Witch of the...what direction was she again? The...lefty one...whatever. The Wicked Witch of the Left appeared in her poof of smoke, hacking and coughing because of it.
"Goddammit!" She snapped and the smoke disappeared. "Damn flying monkeys messed around with my spells again." She looked over and saw her sister underneath the house. "THE FUCK?" She looked around, and immediately saw Dorothy. "You! You did this, didn't you?" Before she could let the girl speak she bitch slapped her. "I'll teach you!"
Her freakishly happy sister waved her wand and the red slippers or whatever appeared on Dorothy's feet. "Temper, temper, dear sister. You'll go nowhere in life like that."
"Ah, can it, bitch. GIVE ME THE SHOES!" The evil witch reached down and was somehow zapped by the slippers magically or some shit like that. "Dammit...well I'll get those someday...you'll see...I'll get you my...well, you're not really that pretty, come to think of it. Eh...I'll get you! And that thing down there too!"
"Not on my watch!" Someone said from a distance. Just then, three houses came down. One on Lefty, one on the good witch, and one on top of Dorothy. Iron Man landed next to the house where Dorothy lay under. "I am Iron Man." The ruby slippers then appeared on his feet. "And red is so my color." He flew off into the distance, as the other people's feet curled up under the houses.