A/N: We come with another update! Woo! Everyone enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Disney, or the Wizard of Oz.

George was nearly ready to whack Bony upside the head by the time he had left the munchkin village and reached the never ending fields of corn. The dang animal had not stopped whining and yapping since they had started!

He just about screamed when he came to a fork in the road. Emily had not told him about anything like this!

"Where do I go?!!" he shouted to the sky.

"That way is a very nice way," came a voice. George tracked it to a blue green, translucent figure dressed in plaid and a straw hat.

"Oh, I should have known I'd run into you here!" he yelled.

"Me? I-I've never met you before, kind sir…heh…Who told you about this? It was Wolfgang, wasn't it?!"

"What? No, you're Ezra. You know, my sworn enemy? You live at the mansion…unfortunately. I meant that I should have expected that you would be here, to make this place a little more like hell for me."

"Umm…Of course, some people go that way…And some people go both ways! Heheh…"

"Just make up your mind and tell me where to go!" he cried. Ezra looked relieved to have gotten back to the script.

"That's the trouble. I can't make up my mind. I haven't any brain!" he said.

"Yes. I know," said George. "Well, have a nice day," he said, choosing the road to the right.

"Oh, but I can't seem to enjoy myself at all, stuck up on this pole. Wouldn't it be nice if someone would get me down from here?" he sighed.

"I'm sure it would," George said, pressing on unperturbed.

"But no one would want a lowly scarecrow like me around, I suppose," Ezra said, breaking into loud, obnoxious, and obviously fake sobs that seemed to follow George, no matter how far away he ran.

"Fine," George muttered, trudging back and yanking the ghost off the stick.

"QWELALALALALALAALALALALAALALALALALALA!!!!!!!!" Ezra screamed.

"What the heck was that about?!" George cried.

"Didn't I scare you?" Ezra said, looking miffed.

"No! You just reminded me how much of a lunatic you are!"

"Aw, I'm a failure! I can't scare anything! I'm a failure because I haven't got a brain."

"No. No you haven't."

"Gee. I suppose you should get on your way now."

"Yes. Goodbye."

"I'll stay here, all by myself."

"Okay," George said, walking away.

"Wait! Where are you going?"

"I'm not going to tell you, for fear that you'd follow me."

"You seem to be headed towards the Emerald City! Are you trying to see the wizard?"

"…No…? George said nervously.

"Oh, you are! I'll go with you, and see if he'll give me a brain!"

"No!" George cried, "I mean, aren't you needed here? In this remote…cornfield?"

"Oh, no, I never do anything anyways! Come on, Dorothy!" Ezra whooped, skipping ahead.

"My name is GEORGE!" he screamed.

"Come on, Georgey-boy!"

"ERRRRGGGGG!"

Bony began to whimper again. This time, George actually did whack him.