The Sock Puppet is Always Slightly Smarter

Than The Average Bohemian

Chapter III:

Don't Mess With The Munchkins

There was a knock on the door. Roger hopped over to open it, hoping it wasn't that chocolate squid salesman. Fortunately it wasn't. Unfortunately it was a pack of angry munchkins.

'WTF!' one of the munchkin declared in a voice that suggested he had consumed quite a bit of helium. 'You totally ruined our lawn!'

'?' replied Roger.

The munchkin huffed angrily. 'You cut through the swirly part of the yellow brick road, and in doing so, totally ruined our lawn.'

'Like totally!' the others chorused.

'…' answered Roger.

'Kill the lawn-ruiner!' another munchkin cried. Before Roger could say 'I'm not particularly fond of Gouda cheese,' the munchkins had pulled out some very deadly frying pans and proceeded to give Roger the worst beating he had ever received from a munchkin in his life.

Meanwhile, in Mark's room, the filmmaker and Glinda the sock puppet were fighting over a chocolate chip cookie.

'I made it!' Mark protested.

'But it was in my blender,' countered the footwear. 'So it's mine.'

Mark was about to ask Glinda in whose loft was said blender at the time of the cookie discovery, but it was then he heard Roger being beaten with the munchkins' frying pan.

'You hear that sound?' Mark inquired. 'It sounds like-'

'-Roger being beaten with munchkins' frying pans.' Glinda finished. 'We have to help him!' She started running out to the living room, but Mark stopped her.

'Are you crazy?' he yelled in a whisper (which totally makes sense). 'Running into a room full of frying pan-bearing munchkins could only result in certain death!'

Meanwhile, at Galinda's evil lair, the evil sock puppet was eating a pink cream doughnut that she had stolen from an elephant named Snuffy, by using a piece of cheese. She laughed evilly as she thought of the munchkins she had sent after the bohemians. Little did the munchkins know, it was actually David Hasselhoff who had ruined their lawn!

Then something happened that Galinda could never have thought would happen if she had lived for a thousand years and done nothing in all that time but thought of things that could happen. Here's what happened: a snowy owl wearing a blonde wig flew in and stole the pink cream doughnut. LE GASP!

Back at the loft, Mark and Glinda had finished formulating their plan to save Roger from the munchkins.

'Ready?' Glinda asked.

'Yes,' Mark answered. 'No…'

'What is it?'

'I have a confession to make! I stole the donkey!'

'LE GASP! What did you do with it?'

'I dressed it up in Mimi's dress.'

'…'

'…'

'I'm not talking to you anymore,' Glinda decided decisively, opening up the door and charging. Mark followed.

'BEWARE, MUNCHKINS!' cried Glinda. 'For we have what you fear the most… BROOMS!'

She and Mark proudly brandished their brooms. The munchkins fled, screaming. After all, brooms were deadly for munchkins. One poke and they would fall, like… something that fell really fast.

So the short squeaky creatures dropped their frying pans and ran. Mark and Glinda were surprised to find that one munchkin remained, beating Roger like nothing had happened. The filmmaker and the sock puppet exchanged looks, then pried the remaining abuser off their friend.

'Didn't you hear us?' Mark asked him. 'We said we have brooms. You know? Munchkins' secret weakness?'

'Oh, but I'm not really a munchkin,' he replied. 'I'm an oompa loompa.'

FIN!