A/N: Bum, bum, bum! Yes! You heard it right! THE PHANTOM OF OZ! Please enjoy and R&R (but I'm not changing their names. The names are still 'Christine', 'Raoul', etc). I probably won't include the singing... except the "Ding dong, the witch is dead" song .

THE CAST LIST:
 Phantom of Oz: Uh... Duh? Erik
Dorothy: Blonde Christine Daae (I'm sorry but I am a huge phan of the ORIGINAL book. I like ALW, of course, but I love blonde Christines -)
Toto: Ayesha
Scarecrow: Raoul de Chagny (I do not imply anything here... heh, heh...)
Tin Man: Richard
Lion: Moncharmin
Wicked Witch of the West: Carlotta
Glinda, the Good Witch of the North: Meg Giry
Munchkins: Piangi, Madame Giry, Joseph Buquet, Corpse de Ballet, and Phillipe.



 Disclaimer: I do not own Phantom of the Opera or Wizard of Oz. WHOOHOO – BIG SURPRISE. - Many of these lines will be directly from the movie... mostly.

Chapter One: Introduction to Oz

Christine Daae's sapphire eyes broadened as she gazed about her. The house was completely destroyed! Things were lying scattered about, tables were upside down, as well as chairs, and shattered plates sat helplessly on the ground. She took a few, apprehensive steps, exiting her chaotic home. The brightness of the outside scenery reflected joyfully in her confused eyes, as she swallowed hard.

"Well... We're definitely not in Paris anymore, are we, Ayesha?" The poor girl muttered the inquiry, twirling her two, blonde braids.

The Siamese cat only replied with a quiet 'meow'.

"Where am I?" She questioned, furrowing her brow.

Suddenly, a pink bubble floated calmly towards Christine, growing larger as it approached her. Strangely enough, the bubble became a young girl, whose raven black hair was gracefully pulled up, leaving only a few strands of hair framing her face. Her jade eyes sparkled playfully as she grasped her wand tightly, beaming at the girl and her cat. Her bright pink dress puffed out, maintaining shimmering ribbons and glitter.

"Why, hello there!" The girl exclaimed, tilting her head. "And who, may I ask, are you?"

"C-Christine D-Daae." Christine stuttered, staring at the wand.

"Where are you from?"

"Paris..." She responded, wringing her hands in anxiety.

"Paris?" She dumbly echoed, appearing as if she was deeply contemplating this in her head; but she finally returned to her joyous demeanor, informing Christine of her newfound conclusion. "I've never heard of it!"

"Who are you?" The Parisian requested. She was wondering if she was really a Parisian for this woman had no idea what Paris was, or her new acquaintance could simply be mad.

"Oh! I am Meg, the Good Witch of the North!" She answered gleefully, waving around her wand.

"A witch?!" Christine exclaimed, "I thought witches were ugly!"

"Only bad witches are ugly!" Meg replied, giggling with merriment. "Are you a good witch or a bad witch?"

"What?"

"Are you a good witch or a bad witch?"

"I'm not a witch at all!" Christine declared loudly, aghast and yet confused at such a question. "I'm just a girl! And I seem to be lost..."

"Oh..." Meg began, frowning, "Well, the munchkins wanted to know if you were a good witch or a bad witch, for you have dropped a house on the Wicked Witch of the East! You have disposed of her by using what they believe to be magic!"

"Who are the munchkins?" She inquired, but the shock hadn't reached her yet. When it did, her eyes grew as large as dinner plates and her hands flew up to her mouth. "WHAT? I killed someone?! I didn't mean to! I'm so sorry! It was an accident!"

"No! No!" The Good Witch ceased her apologetic rambling. "You have released them of her!"

"Oh." Christine gave a sigh of relief, but still feeling quite guilty.

"Come out! Come out! It's all right." Meg grinned. Several, diminutive people, who resembled children because of their height, poked their heads out of bushes and revealed themselves from behind trees and walls. "The munchkins are the 'little people' that live in this land. We are in Munchkinland."

The munchkins surrounded Christine, thanking her personally for ridding them of the Wicked Witch of the East.

"We thank you very sweetly for doing it so neatly! I'm Piangi!" One exclaimed gratefully, his extremely chubby face forming a smile. Christine mentally noted how large and round he was!

"You've killed her so completely that we thank you very sweetly. I'm Madame Giry." Another thanked her happily – well, Christine thought this munchkin was happy. Actually, she didn't seem very happy at all! It didn't appear as if this one smiled very much. Her black hair was tightly pulled up into a bun, and Christine thought she saw her lips curl up a little.

"Well, uh... You're welcome, I suppose." She stated with a half-smile.

Then, the munchkins did the funniest thing. Amidst the laughter and gaiety, they began to dance and sing in a cheery chorus.

"Ding Dong! The Wicked Witch is dead. Which old Witch? The Wicked Witch! Ding Dong! The Wicked Witch is dead. Wake up, you sleepy head. Rub your eyes - get out of bed. Wake up! The Wicked Witch is dead! She's gone where the Goblins go below...Below...Below. Yo -- ho, let's open up and sing and ring the bells out. Ding Dong! The merry-oh! Sing it high! Sing it low! Let them know the Wicked Witch is dead!" They sang, dancing around Christine.

Giggling quietly, the newcomer to Munchkinland was met by another munchkin.

"As Mayor of the Munchkin City in the County of the Land of Oz. I welcome you most regally!" He proudly shook her hand, looking up at her. Pushing his short blonde-brown, he flashed another smile, bouncing away.

"That's Phillipe." Meg piped up, approaching Christine.

She merely nodded. She was still amazed by the thousands of munchkins so blissfully rejoicing something as terrible as a death. She must have been quite evil, She thought to herself.

Suddenly, there was a tiny 'puff' of scarlet smoke created by a green, overweight woman wearing all black – including an elevated, pointed hat.

"Oh, dang! Come on! I vanted more smoke zan zat!" The green woman grumbled, "Ze package zaid at least zomething zat vould cover me!"

Throwing something on the ground again, a great abundance of smoke appeared, but it still did not cover her... for she was quite large.

"ACK!" She coughed violently, waving her arms around. "Zis iz useless!" Then, she caught the sight of the house and two legs that were adorned with ruby slippers hanging out from under it.

"I thought you said she was dead!" Christine gaped at the sight of the hefty, emerald woman.

"That was her sister – the Wicked Witch of the East!" Meg replied, still as jovial as ever. "This is Carlotta, the Wicked Witch of the West... and she is worse than the other one was."

Gulping, she moved closer to Meg.

"Who killed my seester? Who killed ze Vicked Vitch of ze East? Vas eet YOU?" The Wicked Witch of the West questioned, pointing an accusing, stubby finger at the poor girl.

Christine winced at the strong accent and backed into Meg.

"Leave her alone!" Meg ordered, putting an arm around the terrified girl; for once, a frown appeared on her face, but only to be replaced by another smile afterwards.

"YOU stay out of zis! I'm here for vengeance! So eet vas you, vas eet? You killed her didn't you?"

"No! No! Eet... I mean it was an accident! I didn't mean to kill anybody! Really I didn't!" Christine protested innocently, chewing on her lip.

"Didn't mean eet, eh? Accident, eh? Vell, my little pretty, I can cause accidents, too!" She roared, advancing towards Christine furiously.

"I don't think so!" Meg taunted, laughing lightly. "Aren't you forgetting the ruby slippers?"

"Oh! Yes! Zee slippers!" Carlotta gasped, forgetting about everything else for a moment.

But as soon as she neared the slippers, they vanished, and the legs protruded from under the house drew back in. Getting down on her hands and knees, the confused Carlotta stared under the house.

"Ruby slippers! Come back!" Whistling, she reached her arm under, reaching desperately for the shoes. "They're gone!"

Attempting to withdraw her arm, her eyes grew large, and her cheeks became flushed. "Um, could someone help me? It seems zat I am stuck."

Not one munchkin budged an inch.

Grunting and groaning, Carlotta pulled as hard as possible. Even though her attempt was ultimately successful... there seemed to be a large whole in the side of the house from her pudgy arm.

"Hmph!" Crossing her arms, she stomped towards Meg and Christine. "Vere are zee ruby slippers? Vat have you done vith them? Give them back or I'll..."

Everyone blinked.

"Ah, eet iz too terrible to tell you vat I vill do to you! Just hand them over!"

"It's too late!" Meg sang out, beaming and pointing to Christine's feet. "There they are, and there they shall stay!"

"Oh, dear." The shoe's new owner murmured, staring at the shoes. "You know... these really don't look very good on me, but they are very shiny..."

"Give me back my slippers!" The Wicked Witch of the West commanded, her hands placed on her wide hips. "I'm zee only one zat knows how to use them. They're of no use to you! Give them back to me!"

There was an awkward moment of silence, in which Christine stood, studying the shoes; Meg was merrily humming, patting a munchkin on the head now and then; the munchkins were all hiding in evident places where they were most definitely not even the least bit concealed; and Carlotta was glaring at Christine.

"GIVE THEM BACK!" She whined, stomping her feet like a toddler.

"Keep tight inside of them, Christine! Their magic must be very powerful, or she wouldn't want them so badly!" Meg warned, waving her wand around, creating lovely colors and sparkles.

"No!" Carlotta complained, "My sister just said she vould give them to me because zey obviously look much better on me! Zey match with my greenness! Green and red – zey are Christmas colors!" Meg giggled, the munchkins copying her laughter. "Ugh! You stay out of zis, Meg, or I'll fix you az vell!"

Laughing harder, the Good Witch wiped a tear away, "Oh, rubbish! You have no power here. Be gone, before somebody drops a house on you too!"

"Very vell - I'll bide my time - and az for you, my little girl," The witch addressed Christine, "Eet's true, I can't attend to you here and now az I'd like, but just try to stay out of my way - just try! I'll get you my pretty, and your little cat, too!" Laughing wickedly, Carlotta reached into her pocket, only to be met with disappointment. "Oh, dang it! I used all zat smoke earlier!" Gathering up sand (that had a few rocks in it), she tossed it in the air, continued to laugh, and darted into the forest.

"It's all right! The coast is clear, everybody!" Meg called to the hiding munchkins, rubbing her head from where a rock hit her. "She's gone. You can come out!" Turning towards Christine, she patted her sympathetically on the shoulder. "Pooh - what a smell of sulfur! I'm afraid you've made rather a bad enemy of the Wicked Witch of the West. The sooner you get out of Oz altogether, the safer you'll sleep, my dear."

"Huh?" Christine's eyes swiftly snapped up from the shoes she had been studying this entire time. "What's Oz?"

"Why, the place we're in!"

"Oh! That's right! I'd give anything to get out of Oz and go back to Paris, but which is the way to Paris? I cannot go the way I came..." She spoke softly, throwing a glance at the house with the whole in the side.

"No, that's true..." Meg responded thoughtfully, tapping her chin with the wand. "The only person who might now is the great and wonderful Phantom of Oz himself!"

"The Phantom of Oz?" Christine tilted her head, "Is he good or wicked?"

"Oh, well, no one is quite sure... We think he is good because he despises the Wicked Witch of the West. Hah, he made her croak once! He's very mysterious. He lives in the Onyx City, and that's a long journey from here. Did you bring your broomstick with you?"

She furrowed her brow, "No, I'm afraid I didn't..." She said slowly, but soon her face brightened, "But there should be a broom in the house! Oh... but Ayesha attacked it..."

"..." Meg blinked, inching away from the cat, which was grooming herself. "Well, then, you'll have to walk. The Munchkins will see you safely to the border of Munchkinland. And remember, never let those ruby slippers off your feet for a moment, or you will be at the mercy of the Wicked Witch of the West. You don't want that... she might even try to sing for you..."

Several munchkins grimaced at the thought.

"But what if I..." Christine inquired, only to be cut off by the Good Witch.

"Just follow the Yellow Brick Road!" Came the blissful reply.

"...I thought the munchkins were going to accompany me?" She asked, looking around the blank space around her.

"Oh... that's right. They had a poker game to finish. Sorry, dear..." She cleared her throat, "Follow the Yellow Brick Road!"

Christine placed Ayesha in a picnic basket and began to stroll along what she assumed to be the Yellow Brick Road. "You were once my one companion... you were all that mattered..."
A sharp call could be heard from the distance, "WRONG SONG!"

"Ugh! That one is so much prettier!" The young girl sighed, beginning to skip across the yellow, cobblestone pavement, causing Ayesha to have an incredible headache from the great amount of bouncing. "We're off to see the Phantom... Um... I'm off to see the Phantom! The wonderful Phantom of Oz!"

A/N: Who will win the munchkin poker game? Will Christine ever find her way to Onyx City? Will Ayesha find any Advil for that headache? I suppose you'll have to review and read the next chapter! :-D Please, R&R!