Little Marcy and Simon were talking about what to do that afternoon when yet another bomb dropped. Suddenly Marcy felt the earth around her shake as she held onto Hambo tightly. She closed her eyes hoping this nightmare would end. When she opened them, she saw a beautiful village with small houses surrounding her. "It looks like we're not in the wreckage anymore..." Little Marcy told her friend. She heard a few shrieks and looked around. "Simon?" said the girl.
She couldn't see him anywhere! "Where has Simon gone?! What is this place?!" she thought. Then she saw a pink bubble floating down. It wasn't an ordinary bubble, it smelled sweet... Like the pink goo she and Simon saw when they were searching for soup! Marcy stared at the bubble as it approached her. Once it popped, she saw a beautiful woman with pink hair and a pink ball gown to match.
"Hello there, little girl." said the woman as she waved a wand. "H-Hi..." Marcy replied. "Are you a good witch or a bad witch?" the woman asked. "Is this lady crazy?" Marcy thought to herself. "A witch? I'm not a witch! Witches are old and ugly!" She heard laughter around them. "What's so funny?" "Well... I'm a witch." "Oops, I'm sorry!" Little Marcy said apologetically.
"It's okay, you can come out." The woman said as candy people cautiously stopped hiding. "I'm Bonnie, the Sweet Witch of the South!" the woman said cheerfully. "Wow... Walking candy!" Little Marcy thought out loud. The woman giggled. "They prefer to be called Candy People. They'd like to thank you for killing the horrible Witch of the North!" "What?!" Marcy yelled. She didn't mean to kill anyone!