I forgot the disclaimer in chapter one. So consider this disclaimed. It belongs to Disney in all it's Mouse fronted glory.
Chapter the second
"Ah, my head," Race groaned as a long tongue snaked out and slapped him in the face. Race pushed the dog away and rubbed the slobber off his face and got gingerly to his feet. "Well, we're all right, I guess."
He glanced out the window and had to shield his eyes. It was glaring bright outside kind of like what happened when Spot took off shirt, but without the flock of females he managed to magically attract.
Of course, Spot's chest was not the same kaleidoscope of colors that the landscape had, but either way they both managed to momentarily blind a person. Race stepped out the house and gazed around the landscape immediately distrusting the bright hues and the happy atmosphere. New York city streets are dingy colors and there's no happy. It was unsettling.
Quite possibly even more disturbing were the hundreds of little faces that were peering out at him from varied hiding spots. "Why're you all staring at me?" He demanded. There were squeaks and scrabbling sounds and they all ducked further away from him.
"Okay," Race shrugged his eyes and then heard what sounded like a badly tuned harp being played by a very bad amateur. Race's musical ear twitched and he turned to see a large pink bubble float through the air and land a few feet away from him. It grew larger and larger and then vanished revealing a . . . well, a person wearing a large poofy, pink dress and silver crown . . . she(?) was carrying a very long flimsy piece of metal topped with a star. Peculiarly enough as well, there was silver eyepatch covering one of her/his eyes.
Walking dainty, the ambiguous person tripped daintily over to Race. "They want to know if you're a good sorcerer or a bad sorcerer."
"What?" Race asked nonplused. Up close the . . .person had an odd resemblance to . . . someone.
"They want to . . ."
"I heard you the first time," Race interrupted. "And I'm not a sorcerer."
"No?"
"No."
"Wizard?"
"Not at all."
"Enchanter?"
"No."
" ?"
"No! I'm just plain old human."
"So, how did you get your house to fly?" The . . . fairy which sounded like a very safe word to use . . . waved the wand to where the shack was resting and where two legs were sticking out from underneath it.
"Well first of all, it ain't my house, and second of all I didn't have nothing to do with making it 'fly.' However, given a few hours I could probably explain to you what happened."
The eye across from him was twitching so Race stopped before he went into the science of low pressure fields, higher pressure fields, and what happens when a person seen the movie Twister one too many times.
"Ah, so what's your name?" Race asked.
"Oh." Giggle. "I'm Blinkinda, the good winch of the northeast, and these are the munchkins." Slowly all the little people slipped from their hiding places to gaze at Race.
"And they want to thank you for slaughtering the wicked winch of the southeast."
"Winch?" Race repeated.
"Yes. We don't have any real witches in New Oz, just cheap knock offs."
"Ah."
A small munchkin began carefully trying to lift up the edge of Blinkinda's skirt but with a lightning quick movement, the good winch slapped the munchkin across the head with the wand. She smiled serenely as if she hadn't just beaten a munchkin.
"Are you allowed to that?"
"Allowed to do what?"
"Beat them like that."
"Only when they deserve it," Blinkinda smiled serenely. "Oh, yes, musn't forget." She skipped over to the house and pulled the shoes off of the feet. "These are yours."
Race glanced down at the red high heels. "No, thanks."
"Too late," Blinkinda smirked, and much to Race's horror, he found the slippers on his feet.
"How'd you do that?"
"I'm a Winch. I can do anything. Or close to anything," Blinkinda sniffed dramatically. "Besides, you'll need them because the Wicked Winch of the Southwest will show up soon."
"Really?" Race asked.
"Yes. He is, well, was, her boyfriend afterall," Blinklinda pointed to the legs protruding from the house. At that moment, there was a puff of smoke and the smell of refried beans filled the air.
"Ahh! You slaughtered her! You slaughtered my girlfriend!" The Wicked Winch of the Southwest shrieked, whirling around, cape flowing behind him and his black robe hiked up unpleasantly to show unpleasantly hairy legs.
"Told you so!" Blinklinda sang sweetly, fiddling with the wand.
"Is everyone here a cross dresser?" Race asked a munchkin who shrugged.
"Who!" The wicked winch demanded again.
"Him!" chorused all the munchkin pointing at Race.
"Gee, thanks," Race muttered.
"Huh, you," the Wicked Winch stalked over. "Where's her shoes?"
"On his feet," Blinklinda cut in before Race could say anything.
"Yeah, well, take them off."
"He can't," Blinklinda interrupted again.
"We'll see about that," said the Jack Winch as he bent over and attempted to zap Race's shoes. However, the almighty power of sequins sent the bolt back at Wicked Jack.
"Grrr, I guess you're right, but I will get those shoes back!" There was another puff of black smoke that smelled like refried beans.
"Well that was nice, but I'd like to get home," Race said pointedly looking at Blinkinda.
"Well, I can't do that."
"Why not?"
"I can't!" Blinklinda snapped, however (s)he composed herself quickly and with a sweet smile added, "I think I know someone who can help."
"Who?"
"The Wizzard of New Oz!"
"And where can I find him?" Race asked, despite the fact that he had a good idea where this was going already.
"Why just follow The Golden Cobblestone Path."
"The Golden Cobblestone Path?"
"The Golden Cobblestone Path!" A munchkin chirped merrily leaping out in front of him. Race took a few steps forward trying to miss the mass of little people.
"The Golden Cobblestone Path!" Another said getting in his way. Race carefully stepped around him and started again.
"The Golden Cobblestone Path!" Another cried.
"The Golden Cobblestone Path!" Said the whole group.
"I GET IT!" Race roared, trying to run and failing miserably in his shoes. "Dammit, how do women walk in these things?"
"Follow The Golden Cobblestone Path!"
Race grabbed Toto and allowed the dog to drag him out of the village.