A/N: Dorothy, Scarecrow, Tin Man, Cowardly Lion, The Wicked Witch of the
West, The Wizard, Glinda, the Munchkins, Truckle, The Flying Monkeys, and
most of the places and characters in the book aren't mine. Also, the
prologue is from the 1990 cartoon that was on ABC.
THE WIZARD OF OZ II:
Part One: The Return of the Witch
PROLOGUE:
"Chirp, chirp"
The sound of small bluebirds in the break of day wafted through the small farmhouse window brought by a soft breeze that blew the grey polka-dot curtains away from their frame and caused a few strands of chestnut brown hair tickle her nose. 12-year-old Dorothy Gale was asleep in her cast-iron bed. She stirred in her sleep as her dog, a cairn terrier named Toto, jumped off the bed and ran barking to the closet door.
"Quiet Toto, go back to sleep" she muttered, but Toto wouldn't give up, so she sat up, rubbed her sleepy doe brown eyes, and focused them at the closet, "What is it boy?"
She rushed to the closet door, from which a beautiful red glow was emanating, and opened it.
"Oh!" she gasped, there on the floor of the closet were the ruby slippers. The same beautiful shoes that brought her back from Oz a little under a year ago. She quickly put them on, and grabbed Toto in her arms. Closing her eyes, she tapped her heels together three times, and began repeating over and over "There's no place like Oz, there's no place like Oz."
By the time she had said "Oz" the first time her closet began to swirl out of view, her blue gingham jumper and white blouse took the place of her nightgown, her hair seemed to braid itself. She felt her feet leave the hardwood floorboards of her closet and air beneath her. In a mix of indigo, bottle green and violet, as well as the crimson glow of the slippers she was transported from the monotonous Kansas prairies back to Oz again.
She felt her feet touch the ground, and the hard brick of one of the many brick roads in Oz. She opened her eyes and she saw Munchkinland, with the giant hollyhocks, and small huts, with their brown thatched roofs and brightly colored adornments. From the spiral of the yellow brick and red brick roads, mixed with the grey cobblestone of the civic center to the beautiful crystal blue duck pond, its bridge and the giant flower lamp were where exactly how Dorothy remembered them. The old farmhouse stood in the same condition it had been when Dorothy had emerged from it the last time. The bushes where the Wicked Witch of the East had been were still at the same height and if one looked closely enough you could see the fragments of black and white striped socks that had been on the feet of the witch.
She had barely time to take all of it in when three figures rushed up to her. The figures were none other than the Scarecrow, Tin Man and Cowardly Lion. They too looked exactly as she remembered them.
Scarecrow still wore the brown floppy hat, his worn pine green tunic, the faded brown pants and black boots. The ropes that held him together were still perfectly tied. His burlap sack face was still as warm and friendly as it was the first time she saw him sticking on a pole in the cornfield. His eyebrows had been repainted recently and were much darker, his brown nose and goofy smile had been touched up too. She assumed he had come here on business.
Tin Man still had the same brightly polished gleam. From his large cylindrical torso, to his funnel hat, his expression was as caring as always. He still carried his ax, although the handle was no longer made of wood, but of pure gold, for durability. His oilcan, which he carried near his waist was also of pure gold and had small ruby hearts set around the base,
Lion was the same as always. He had kept the perm he was given in Emerald City as well as the burnt orange bow, his expression as jovial as ever and his eyes twinkled like Toto's did when he was happy. But soon the Munchkins came and joined them, however instead of celebrating they were shouting at Dorothy.
"QUIET!" she hollered, "Mr. Mayor, what's wrong?"
" Everything, I don't know where to start other than saying how glad I am you're back, I thought you were some monster the way you appeared in those swirling colors of light but- Dorothy? Are you listening?" He asked.
"Look!" Dorothy cried.
A familiar sight was beheld. It was the iridescent bubble of Glinda, the Good Witch of the North. The bubble twinkled as it descended onto the dais. From the bubble appeared Glinda herself, dressed the same way, as she was the day Dorothy had met her, from the crystal of her crown to the soft peach color of her dress with its icy adornments. She looked as beautiful as always with her red hair framing her face, but her expression was not of joy, but of worry.
"I'm glad you've returned Dorothy, I'm afraid Oz is in terrible trouble." She said.
Glinda raised her star wand above her head and rotated it twice, an image appeared, the image displayed the Haunted Forest, full of laughing monkeys. They were in a clearing gathered around a rock pile. A pair of sticks jutted out of the sides. Truckle, the deceased Wicked Witch's confidant, flew up and placed her old purple hat and cape (which was all that remained after she had melted) on it. He picked up her broomstick and pointed it at the pile. Green rays of light shot from the hands and face area and purple ones from everywhere else. The pile quivered and then exploded, revealing the Wicked Witch of the West. With a cackle the scene shifted, the poor Winkie guards were re-captured, and were marching around the castle. It zoomed in to the tower where Dorothy had once been imprisoned. The Witch was standing at her crystal ball. The image it displayed was of the flying monkeys, spinning around the Emerald City placing a seal around it preventing the Wizard of Oz from returning. A horrible windstorm surrounded it and blew the Wizard far away from it.
"Dorothy, follow the Yellow Brick Road to Candy Country, where you will find the Wizard, give him the Ruby Slippers," Glinda told her, as she floated away in a bubble.
"You have to save the Wizard," the Mayor said.
"You have to save the Wizard," The Munchkins chanted.
"We have to save the Wizard," Dorothy agreed.
Arm in arm the four began to skip down the Yellow Brick Road, singing, "We're off to save the Wizard, the wonderful Wizard of OZ!"
THE WIZARD OF OZ II:
Part One: The Return of the Witch
PROLOGUE:
"Chirp, chirp"
The sound of small bluebirds in the break of day wafted through the small farmhouse window brought by a soft breeze that blew the grey polka-dot curtains away from their frame and caused a few strands of chestnut brown hair tickle her nose. 12-year-old Dorothy Gale was asleep in her cast-iron bed. She stirred in her sleep as her dog, a cairn terrier named Toto, jumped off the bed and ran barking to the closet door.
"Quiet Toto, go back to sleep" she muttered, but Toto wouldn't give up, so she sat up, rubbed her sleepy doe brown eyes, and focused them at the closet, "What is it boy?"
She rushed to the closet door, from which a beautiful red glow was emanating, and opened it.
"Oh!" she gasped, there on the floor of the closet were the ruby slippers. The same beautiful shoes that brought her back from Oz a little under a year ago. She quickly put them on, and grabbed Toto in her arms. Closing her eyes, she tapped her heels together three times, and began repeating over and over "There's no place like Oz, there's no place like Oz."
By the time she had said "Oz" the first time her closet began to swirl out of view, her blue gingham jumper and white blouse took the place of her nightgown, her hair seemed to braid itself. She felt her feet leave the hardwood floorboards of her closet and air beneath her. In a mix of indigo, bottle green and violet, as well as the crimson glow of the slippers she was transported from the monotonous Kansas prairies back to Oz again.
She felt her feet touch the ground, and the hard brick of one of the many brick roads in Oz. She opened her eyes and she saw Munchkinland, with the giant hollyhocks, and small huts, with their brown thatched roofs and brightly colored adornments. From the spiral of the yellow brick and red brick roads, mixed with the grey cobblestone of the civic center to the beautiful crystal blue duck pond, its bridge and the giant flower lamp were where exactly how Dorothy remembered them. The old farmhouse stood in the same condition it had been when Dorothy had emerged from it the last time. The bushes where the Wicked Witch of the East had been were still at the same height and if one looked closely enough you could see the fragments of black and white striped socks that had been on the feet of the witch.
She had barely time to take all of it in when three figures rushed up to her. The figures were none other than the Scarecrow, Tin Man and Cowardly Lion. They too looked exactly as she remembered them.
Scarecrow still wore the brown floppy hat, his worn pine green tunic, the faded brown pants and black boots. The ropes that held him together were still perfectly tied. His burlap sack face was still as warm and friendly as it was the first time she saw him sticking on a pole in the cornfield. His eyebrows had been repainted recently and were much darker, his brown nose and goofy smile had been touched up too. She assumed he had come here on business.
Tin Man still had the same brightly polished gleam. From his large cylindrical torso, to his funnel hat, his expression was as caring as always. He still carried his ax, although the handle was no longer made of wood, but of pure gold, for durability. His oilcan, which he carried near his waist was also of pure gold and had small ruby hearts set around the base,
Lion was the same as always. He had kept the perm he was given in Emerald City as well as the burnt orange bow, his expression as jovial as ever and his eyes twinkled like Toto's did when he was happy. But soon the Munchkins came and joined them, however instead of celebrating they were shouting at Dorothy.
"QUIET!" she hollered, "Mr. Mayor, what's wrong?"
" Everything, I don't know where to start other than saying how glad I am you're back, I thought you were some monster the way you appeared in those swirling colors of light but- Dorothy? Are you listening?" He asked.
"Look!" Dorothy cried.
A familiar sight was beheld. It was the iridescent bubble of Glinda, the Good Witch of the North. The bubble twinkled as it descended onto the dais. From the bubble appeared Glinda herself, dressed the same way, as she was the day Dorothy had met her, from the crystal of her crown to the soft peach color of her dress with its icy adornments. She looked as beautiful as always with her red hair framing her face, but her expression was not of joy, but of worry.
"I'm glad you've returned Dorothy, I'm afraid Oz is in terrible trouble." She said.
Glinda raised her star wand above her head and rotated it twice, an image appeared, the image displayed the Haunted Forest, full of laughing monkeys. They were in a clearing gathered around a rock pile. A pair of sticks jutted out of the sides. Truckle, the deceased Wicked Witch's confidant, flew up and placed her old purple hat and cape (which was all that remained after she had melted) on it. He picked up her broomstick and pointed it at the pile. Green rays of light shot from the hands and face area and purple ones from everywhere else. The pile quivered and then exploded, revealing the Wicked Witch of the West. With a cackle the scene shifted, the poor Winkie guards were re-captured, and were marching around the castle. It zoomed in to the tower where Dorothy had once been imprisoned. The Witch was standing at her crystal ball. The image it displayed was of the flying monkeys, spinning around the Emerald City placing a seal around it preventing the Wizard of Oz from returning. A horrible windstorm surrounded it and blew the Wizard far away from it.
"Dorothy, follow the Yellow Brick Road to Candy Country, where you will find the Wizard, give him the Ruby Slippers," Glinda told her, as she floated away in a bubble.
"You have to save the Wizard," the Mayor said.
"You have to save the Wizard," The Munchkins chanted.
"We have to save the Wizard," Dorothy agreed.
Arm in arm the four began to skip down the Yellow Brick Road, singing, "We're off to save the Wizard, the wonderful Wizard of OZ!"