This is the alternate opening and the ending of Wicked the Musical. Takes place ten years after Return to Oz when Dorothy destroyed the Nome King and freed Ozma. Dorothy secretly visits the Land of Oz over the years to hang out with her friends with the use of the ruby slippers controlled by Queen Ozma, as shown at the end of Return to Oz when Ozma told Dorothy that she would check in on her and see if Dorothy wants to visit Oz. But years later, Dorothy reaches the age of eighteen and grows into a beautiful young lady. When she visits Oz again, everyone is celebrating the anniversary of the death of the Wicked Witch of the West and Dorothy is the honored guest because she melted the Witch. However, Dorothy is visited by Mother Yackle, an old crone who was present at Elphaba's birth, and tells Dorothy the entire story and the truth about the Witch of the West, leaving Dorothy in shock. Here's my thought, what if Elphaba really did die when melted by Dorothy? What if the note she received from the winged monkey would say Fiyero is supposedly dead which drives Elphaba to suicide? Therefore the bucket was placed on the shelf by Elphaba so when Dorothy would throw it on her, Elphaba will melt for real. She would be allergic to water and tears would burn her eyes if she ever cried, just like Theodora. What if Fiyero had lost his memory when transformed into the scarecrow while being tortured by the guards? He probably wanted a brain to regain his memory. The Cowardly Lion's name for future reference is Burr named from The Lion Among Men book. Characters from the Oz books and Oz movies appear, and from the coronation scene at the end of Return to Oz.
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It had been ten years since the long lost ruler of Oz, Princess Ozma the daughter of King Pastoria and Queen Lurline, was found and rescued by Dorothy Gale of Kansas after the defeat of the evil Nome King. And it had been ten years since the demise of the Wicked Witch of the West, and all of Oz was celebrating the anniversary of her death and how Dorothy freed the land of her wickedness.
The Emerald City's lights glowed within the dark of the night sky like a Christmas tree. The green rays of light danced high above the towers of this magnificent city as mysterious monkeys swung on ropes that were tied to a tall and mysterious clock dragon, while his buddies climbed down and danced beneath the clock dragon.
Townspeople gathered around at the square of the city, where Queen Ozma rode by on her wooden Sawhorse to the stage nearby. Ozma was no longer a little girl, but an attractive and gorgeous young lady. Her golden blonde hair had grown long that reached her chest, she wore the same headwear with flowers on each side around her forehead, but a golden tall crown was placed on the center of her head. She carried a magic wand with the letters O and Z on top, wore a sparkling emerald green and white gown, and on her feet were the magical ruby slippers. Sitting behind her on a pillow tied to the wooden horse is Billina the hen, who clucked hello to the pass byers.
Queen Ozma waved and smiled at the crowd as they all danced and sang about the demise of the Wicked Witch of the West. Among the crowd were other famous characters, the Scarecrow, the Tin Man, the Cowardly Lion, Jack Pumpkinhead, Tiktok, the Hungry Tiger, the Gump, Braided Man, Shaggy Man, Button Bright, the Ork, Bumpy Man, the Frogman, Scraps the Patchwork Girl, Polychrome, Jellia Jamb, Notta Bit More the clown, Tommy Kwikstep, Wogglebug, Queen of the Field Mice, China Princess, Munchkins, Gillikins, Quadlings, Winkies, and nearly everyone in Oz came to Emerald City to join the party.
(Civilians)
Good news!
She's dead!
The Witch of the West is dead
The wickedest witch there ever was
The enemy of all of us here in Oz is dead
Good news, good news
Man1: Look! It's Glinda!
Glinda, the beautiful and Good Witch of the North, smiled sweetly to the cheering crowd as her bubble landed gently beside Ozma on the stage.
Ozma: Hello Glinda. It's good to see you here.
Glinda: It's good to see me, isn't it? No need to respond that was rhetorical. Fellow Ozians…
Let us be glad, let us be grateful
Let us rejoicify the goodness could subdue
The wicked workings of you-know-who
Isn't it nice to know that good will conquer evil?
The truth we all believe will by and by be out live a lie
For you and…
While Glinda was singing, Ozma had tapped her heels together three times and asked for Dorothy to be brought to Oz immediately.
Ozma: Bring Dorothy to Oz at once! Oh, and don't forget Toto too!
A flash of red sparkles appeared onstage and there, standing beside Ozma, was Dorothy Gale herself. By Dorothy's feet was little Toto, her pet dog and companion. Dorothy had grown up too, and just like Ozma, she was very pretty. She no longer wore pigtails, her long brown hair was let loose that flowed past her shoulders. She wore a dirty blue farm dress with a white apron, but the dirty dress didn't cause anyone to look upon her with disdain, but with happy and joyful greetings.
Dorothy: Hello everyone! Sorry if I couldn't come with anything fancy to wear. I was busy working on the farm with Aunt Em and Uncle Henry.
Ozma: It's all right, Dorothy. I'll give you one of my best dresses to wear.
Seeing the happy Scarecrow, Tin Man, and Lion in the crowd, Dorothy happily walked down the staircase to hug and greet her childhood friends.
Dorothy: Hey guys! It's great to see you.
Scarecrow: Hello Dorothy! My, you certainly have grown!
Tin Man: It's so good to see you. We really missed you.
Lion: You're as pretty as a dandelion now.
Dorothy: Thank you. By the way, where is everybody here? What's going on?
Glinda: My dear Dorothy, today is the anniversary of the day you destroyed the Wicked Witch of the West. And we all agreed to have you here as our honored guest because you were the one who destroyed her.
Dorothy: Why, I'm honored. But the deaths of the Witches of the East and the West were accidental. I never meant to kill anyone on pur-
Man2: Glinda! Exactly how dead is she?
Glinda: Well, there has been much rumor and speculation... innuendo, outuendo... but let me set the record straight. According to the Time Dragon Clock, the melting occurred ten years ago at the 13th hour; a direct result of a bucket of water thrown by a female child, which that child was our very own Dorothy Gale. Yes, the Wicked Witch of the West is dead!
(Civilians)
No one mourns the wicked
No one cries, they won't return
No one lays a lily on their grave
The good man scorns the wicked
Through their lives, our children learn
What we miss, when we misbehave
Glinda: And goodness knows
The wicked's lives are lonely
Goodness knows the wicked die alone
It just shows when you're wicked
You're left lonely on your own
Chorus: Yes, goodness knows
The wicked's lives are lonely
Goodness knows the wicked cry alone
Nothing grows for the wicked
They reap only what they've sown
Man2: Glinda, where does wickedness happen?
Glinda: That's a good question; one that many people find confusifying. Are people born wicked? Or do they have wickedness thrust upon them? After all, she had a childhood. She had a father, who just happened to be governor of Munchkinland. She had a mother, as so many do.
The Witch's father was Frex Thropp, governor of the Munchkin County. He had to leave on a business trip and had to leave his wife, Melena Thropp, at home. But the minute Frex left home, Melena began seeing a mysterious salesman.
Glinda: And like every family – they had their secrets.
The Witch's mother had an affair with the salesman, who gave her a drink of Green Elixer from a bottle.
Glinda: And of course, from the moment she was born, she was…well…different.
When Melena gave birth to the baby, everyone was shocked to see that the newborn baby girl was born with green skin. Frex rejected the baby at first sight, but the old nurse held the baby gingerly.
Glinda: So you see, it couldn't have been easy!
(Civilians)
No one mourns the wicked
Now at last, she's dead and gone
Now at last, there's joy throughout the land
And goodness knows, we know what goodness is
Goodness knows the wicked die alone
Woe to those who spurn what the goodnesses
They are shown, no one mourns the wicked
(Glinda)
Good news
(Civilians)
No one mourns the wicked
(Glinda)
Good news
(Civilians)
No one mourns the wicked…Wicked…Wicked!
Glinda: Well, this has been fun! But as you can imagine I have much to attend to, what with the party and Queen Ozma inviting me into the garden for tea. Please enjoy yourselves and have fun! So, if there are no further questions...
Man2: Glinda, is it true you were her friend?
The crowd stared at the man in disbelief, then back at Glinda.
Glinda: Well, I... you see... um... yes.
The crowd gasped even louder.
Glinda: Well, it depends on what you mean by "friend." I did know her. That is, our paths did cross... at school. But you must understand, it was a long time ago and we were both very young.
Dorothy: You two used to be friends?
Glinda: You seem surprised.
Dorothy: No…it's just that…from what you've explained so far, the Witch must've had a rough childhood when having green skin, all because her mother had an affair with a stranger who made her drink icky Green Elixer. I mean, it's nice to have a friend once in a while. But…how did you two become friends?
Glinda: I'll explain it to you someday, dear.
Glinda turned to follow Ozma up the staircase to the palace gates, with Dorothy in tow still asking questions. The crowd went their separate ways to do whatever activities that were being held in the party of Emerald City.
Dorothy: But Glinda, you must tell us! I wanna know more about you and the Witch! When did you stop being friends with her? What were you two like back then? What was she like? How did she become wicked? What happened between the two of you?
Glinda: (harshly) DOROTHY!
Her outburst made Dorothy stop talking and step back with fright. She had never seen Glinda snap at anyone before. Glinda was usually her cheery and bright self, but the tone in her voice told her to stop asking questions. Seeing the eighteen year old's reaction to her behavior, the Good Witch calmed down and took a deep breath.
Glinda: I'm sorry, dear. I don't like to talk about it. Right now, I need to rest after my long journey. Sometimes it gets tiring to travel by bubble.
Ozma: Will you be joining us for tea in the royal garden, Dorothy?
Dorothy: Yes, but I need a new dress. This dirty one will never do, after working all day on the farm.
But no sooner Ozma and Glinda went inside the palace, Dorothy saw an old crone wearing a cloak and hood beckoning Dorothy to her, which she did.
Dorothy: Can I help you, miss?
Mother Yackle: I want to talk to you, child.
Dorothy: About what?
Mother Yackle: About the Witch. You wish to know more about her and Glinda?
Dorothy: Yes, I do.
Mother Yackle: Follow me.
Dorothy followed the old woman to the church, and to the bedroom of the old woman, where beautiful green glass windows were behind the bed and an old book shelf stood by the left corner. A tray with a tea set stood on a table close to the bed, where Yackle gave Dorothy a cup of tea.
Mother Yackle: Child, I am Mother Yackle, head of the St. Glinda Church. I overheard you express your sympathy towards the Witch, despite what other people say about her.
Dorothy: Was that wrong of me to say it?
Mother Yackle: No, you were right. And you wish to know more about why she and Glinda became friends and why she became the Wicked Witch we still remember her by?
Dorothy: Yes. But why tell me this now? How do you know about the Witch?
Mother Yackle: Because all of Oz knows you have a kind and caring heart, and would be willing to understand anyone with their problems. As to your second question, I was present when she was born. But you must know that she wasn't called a witch back then, she had a name.
Dorothy: She did? What was her name?
Mother Yackle: Her name is – Elphaba.