Title:
Why Dorothy and Toto Went Over The Rainbow…
Author: Ms. Friz
discoapocalypse)
Feedback:
is better than Collins's subway dance. Oh, I lied. It's not. But
it's still good.
Pairing: n/a
Word Count: 1858
Rating:
PG13 (language)
Genre: General/Humor/Cross over
Summary:
Chapter 2. Mimi finds herself in a strange unfamiliar place… with
some familiar faces.
Notes:
Special Thanks: to Zai, to my
Angel
Spoilers: Hehe… none for you.
Warnings: F word.
Disclaimer: I don't own emotion, I rent. Nor
do I own Oz and it's inhabitants.
Chapter Two
Over The Rainbow (To Blow Off Auntie Em)
Everything was beautiful. The air smelt heavily of peppermint and bubblegum, the sky was fresh and clean, a bright blue, the color of Angel's nails, and the colors were fantastic, like something from a crazy psychedelic dream world. A clear blue stream floated underneath a stone bridge where near by giggles emanated from a small bush. Mimi turned to look, rather frightened that someone else was here, let alone a talking bush.
"Hello?" she called quietly, still twisting her braid. Cautiously, she stepped off of the fire escape and onto the crayon green grass, which by the fresh smell it gave off, had been recently cut. More giggles. She turned around, staring back at the loft, which had apparently dropped down into this strange Technicolor world. "Hello? Is anyone here?"
A tiny shrub next to the loft shook again as tiny giggles filled the air. Mimi chewed on her lip nervously as she spun around, eyeing her surroundings. A quiet hum reached her ears and she turned to see a tiny pink bubble floating gently from the sky. It grew larger in size as it neared the earth as did the hum in volume, more chords adding, the intensity growing. Mimi was frozen, scared and anxious, wondering what the pink bubble was. And with a loud pop, the bubble disappeared, replaced by huge clouds of pink smoke.
"Ugg! What is this?" a voice coughed. "Woah, honey. Easy on the smoke!"
Mimi saw a pair of hands waving through the smoke, the nails had flecks of blue splattered on them and soon a pair of arms were visible. Mimi stepped backwards as the figure materialized in front of her. Blue toes wiggled at Mimi inside of silver wedged sandals. Thick pink glittery ribbon snaked up around perfectly sculpted legs and above the knees, a floofy pink ballerina skirt flared out. The dress clung tightly to the body and white zebra stripes jagged down across the abdomen. The lips were painted a dark red and glitter was splashed above the eyes. The hair was a neat black bob cut and a sparkly tiara sat atop it, shining as brightly as the wand that rest between the blue finger nails. Her right hip cocked to the side, her hand swinging out and coming back in to rest on it, and she smiled at Mimi.
"Hey honey," she smiled.
Mimi gaped at the beautiful creature in front of her.
Getting the reaction she'd expected, the witch giggled and stood up straight. "So, sweetie, are you a good witch or are you a bad witch?"
"Wha?" Mimi stammered.
"Are you a good witch or a bad witch?" she repeated, batting her eyelashes.
"But, I'm not a witch. Aren't witches old and ugly? And green?"
"Honey," the witch said, placing a hand on her hip. "Do I look old and ugly to you? And I better not look green…"
"No," Mimi shook her head. "It's just… I've never met a beautiful witch before."
Giggles erupted once again.
"What is that?" Mimi asked, spinning around. "Are the bushes laughing?"
"No, honey," the witch laughed. "Those are the munchkins."
"Munchkins? Isn't that a little politically incorrect?" Mimi asked, her fingers picking at the edge of her dress.
"No, sugar, this is Munchkin land. Those who live here are called Munchkins and they called me here because your loft landed here. And there's the loft," she said, pointing to the apartment building. "And there's the wicked witch of the east."
Mimi gasped as she saw a pair of legs hanging out from under the loft, striped black and green. A bright sparkling red slipper sat on the end of each leg, glistening in the bright sunlight.
"So they want to know if you are a good witch or a bad witch."
"But I'm not a witch," Mimi repeated, a bit more forcefully now. "I didn't mean to kill her. Who are you? And what is Munchkinland? Where am I? Where's New York?"
"Whoa, chica," the witch said, resting a hand on the tiny Latina. "I am Glinda the Good, the witch of the north. And you are here in Munchkinland, scenically located in Oz. And I don't know what this New York place of yours is, but is that where you come from?"
"Yes," Mimi replied shyly.
"Come on out," Glinda said, stroking the girl's hair. "Please come out and thank her!"
Mimi's eyes bugged out of her head as she saw tiny people crawling out from the edges of the town dressed in brightly colored mismatched outfits. There were tons of them, all swarming around Mimi and Glinda, shouting their thanks.
"See?" Glinda asked. "You've set the Munchkins free! You are their heroine, my dear."
"Miss Mimi, Miss Mimi," a tiny Munchkin chirped.
Mimi felt a small tug on the edge of her dress and she knelt down to get a better look at the tugger. A small barrel shaped man dressed in bright green smiled up at her.
"I am the mayor of Munchkinland and on behalf of the Munchkins, I would like to extend our thanks to you, Miss Mimi. You have saved us from the wicked witch of the east!"
"Oh, you're welcome," Mimi smiled. "I didn't mean to kill her… but glad to help, I guess."
"You did a wonderful thing, honey," Glinda said cheerfully. And then her smile faded. "Uh oh."
Mimi looked up at the atmosphere, following Glinda's line of vision. The bright blue sky had turned gray and had begun to swirl. A dark cloud of orange funneled down to the ground, collecting in a heap on the grass. The Munchkins began to shriek and cry out, hurrying back to their hiding spots, whimpering and shaking in fright.
"What's going on?" Mimi asked, clinging onto Glinda. "What is that?"
The cloud continued to grow, building up, swirling faster and faster until suddenly, it stopped and in front of Glinda and Mimi stood a most terrifically horrifying creature. Green skin covered by an ugly old frock, gorgeous dark curls falling around the shoulders, broomstick in one hand, dark fiery eyes glaring at the pair. She was pretty, but she was green. The woman unhooked a dark black cape, letting it fall to the ground, revealing a tight black cocktail dress. A tall cone shaped hat sat upon her dark curls and she dropped her broom on top of the cloak.
"Who killed my sister?" the woman shrieked. She scurried over to the pair of legs under the loft, frowning.
"I thought you said she was dead," Mimi whispered.
"She is," Glinda whispered back, holding on tight to Mimi. "That's her sister, Mo, the wicked witch of the west."
"Who killed my sister?" the witch demanded again, running back over to the girl. "Was it you?"
Mimi winced slightly as the green woman stuck her finger in her face, waving it around. "No," Mimi shook her head. "I didn't mean to. It… it was an accident."
"So it was you!" the green woman shouted. "You killed my sister."
"Erm, aren't you… forgetting something?" Glinda asked sheepishly.
"What?"
"The ruby slippers," Glinda said, smiling sweetly.
"Oh yeah," the green witch nodded, her face softening. "Good point." She scurried back to the loft, peering underneath at the slippers. "They're gone!"
"Yeah, I know," Glinda said, non chalantly.
"Where'd they go?" Mimi asked.
"Look down," Glinda whispered, nudging Mimi.
"They're on me!" Mimi gasped, glancing down at her now sparkling feet.
"Give them back!" Mo shouted.
"Can't," Glinda shrugged. "There they are and there they'll stay. They're too cute to waste. Damn, wish I had a pair."
"You can have them," Mimi said. "I don't want them. I just want to get home."
"Oh, no, sweetie," Glinda shook her head. "You must never take them off. They'll keep you safe."
"Those are mine, damn it," the green witch shouted.
"Not anymore," Glinda said, sticking out her tongue. "You leave Mimi alone."
The green witch marched right up to the girl in the plaid, standing inches away from her face. "You watch it, girl. I'll get you. Those shoes are mine!" She stepped back slightly. "I have the perfect outfit to wear them with and everything," she grinned, fluffing her curls.
Glinda rolled her eyes, waving her wand around. "Too bad," she said. "Now get out of here, before someone drops a loft on you."
The witch nearly dropped to the ground, covering her head with her hands. "Jesus Christ," she muttered. "Fine. I'm leaving. Rather not be squished like her," she said, motioning to the loft. "Serves the girl right, I guess. Never was a bright one, that Nessa." The witch smiled as she picked up her broomstick. Her tone turned harsh again. "Now, you just watch it. I'll get you yet."
And with a wave of her arm, the orange smoke returned, swallowing the witch with a loud bang.
"Oh, shit," Mimi said, sinking down onto the ground. "What have I gotten myself into?"
Glinda knelt down beside her. "Don't worry, honey," she smiled, kissing her forehead. "Just keep those shoes on your feet. Don't let them out of your site. They must be pretty expensive, er, powerful if she wants them."
"I just want to get home," Mimi sighed, rubbing her head.
"Have you brought your broomstick?" Glinda asked.
"No," Mimi shook her head, letting Glinda pull her up onto her feet again.
"Then you'll have to walk."
"Walk? Walk where?"
"To the Emerald City. To see the Wizard."
"The Wizard?" Mimi asked.
"Yes," Glinda nodded. "You can't very well go back the way you came," she said, glancing at the loft. "And I'm not sure you want to. So the only thing I can think of is to send you to the Wizard. The Wizard of Oz."
"Wizard of Oz… that sounds vaguely familiar," Mimi thought aloud.
"Uh, it's not," Glinda said quickly. "Maybe you're confusing it with something else. But, I've gotta be going."
"Going?" Mimi asked. "Where are you going?"
"I've got a hair appointment, sugar," Glinda smiled. "And green's not exactly my color."
"So what am I supposed to do?"
"Just follow the yellow brick road," Glinda said simply, pointing to the trail of yellow under Mimi's red toes.
"But, what if I-"
"Just follow the yellow brick road. The Munchkins will see you off, dear. Follow the yellow brick road."
Mimi nodded as the Munchkins crawled back out of their hiding spots. Glinda waved her wand and the bubble returned, swallowing her up, floating back into the air. As she left, Mimi heard her repeating, "Follow the yellow brick road."
"Are you ready Miss Mimi?" the mayor asked, taking her hand.
She sighed. "Yeah, I guess so."
"Follow the yellow brick road," the mayor said, leading her along the bricks.
"Yeah, yeah," she muttered, letting him see her to the edge of the town.
"Good luck, Miss Mimi," he smiled. "This is where I stop. Thank you for freeing us from the wicked witch."
"You're welcome," Mimi called to him as he scurried back down the road. "Well," she sighed. "This could be a very long trip."
