With an annoyed sigh and Shelby at her heels, Lois opened the door. There were hundreds of little munchkins staring at her in awe and in some cases, fear.

Finally, a munchkin man near her got up the nerve to ask her, "What kind of witch are you, good or bad?"

"That depends on if I've had my coffee or not. Lucky for you, I have," Lois answered.

There was silence for a little while as they continued to study her and then a bubble came along. It grew into the good witch of the north, who happened to be Martha. Lois smiled. Now there was a reasonable choice for her mind to make. Mrs. Kent was a lot like Glinda. She was nice, sweet, and helpful. Of course, Lois couldn't help but think her mind could have left out the fluffy, pink dress and wand.

"I'm Martha, the good witch of the north. You have saved the people of Munchkinland from the wicked witch of the east, Isobel."

When Lois heard that she breathed a sigh of relief. It was Lana's wicked ancestor, who ironically really was a witch. She felt better about the imaginings of her mind now.

"So you are a good witch?" Martha asked.

"I'm not really a witch. I just want this to be over."

"You mean you want to go home?"

"Something like that."

"Where is your home?"

"In Kansas. Oh no, I do live in the same place as Dorothy even to the point of being in farm country. I have to move to Metropolis as soon as possible, so I can be a true city girl again. Although Kansas isn't as bad as it sounds. Kansas is in color contrary to popular belief promoted by this very movie. The people there are, for the most part, nice. Gullible but nice. I guess if I say I want to go home, this dream will be over faster. Bottom line is yes, I want to go home to Kansas."

"How will you get there?"

"Oh, right. The tornado carried me off and then dropped me down in Oz. What ever shall I do? I know, maybe a wizard can help me get back."

"Yes, the Wizard of Oz, and you must wear Isobel's shoes."

"My life long dream has always been to wear the shoes off of a dead woman's feet."

Martha waved the wand and the shoes were instantly on her feet.

"What do you know, a perfect fit," Lois said. "I heard somewhere they were supposed to be silver but they wanted to show off the new color technology, so they chose ruby."

Martha looked confused, "I'm pretty sure they've always been ruby slippers."

There was an explosion and when the smoke cleared, Lana was there.

"I knew it was too good to be true," Lois muttered to herself. "Why couldn't it have been Lex? It would be funny to see him in a pointed hat and dress, and I know I don't like him."

Lana locked eyes with her and got closer, "You killed my ancestor, didn't you? Well, you know what? I will get my revenge on you, dearie, or I'm not Lana Lang, the wicked witch of the west. Where are Isobel's shoes?"

She screeched when she saw them on Lois' feet, "Take them off and give them to me!"

"Get a life," Lois told her. "And aren't you a fashion nut? They don't even match what you're wearing."

"And as long as they're on her feet, you cannot harm her or take them off," Martha told Lana.

"This isn't over! I will get those shoes if it's the last thing I ever do!" Lana screamed and she was gone in another explosion.

The munchkins, who had been hiding and cowering, stood up and resumed their jubilee as if nothing had happened.

Lois met the mayor and the Lollipop kids, who predictably gave her a lollipop, all in incredible irritating song. At last, they reached the spot where the yellow brick road began.

They switched to another song, "Follow the yellow brick road. Follow the yellow brick road. Follow, follow, follow the yellow brick road."

"I get it!" Lois interrupted impatiently. "Wouldn't it be easier to just click my heels now?"

They looked at her like she had broken a major rule.

"Okay, I'm following the yellow brick road," she said.

Instead of circling aimlessly, she started at the point where it went straight and again they looked at her like she was a nut. Lois just rolled her eyes and kept going. Martha waved and turned back into a bubble.

When Lois was far away from them all and out on her own, she asked, "Gee, Shelby, I wonder who we'll meet first on our adventure? If you have to get stuck in a movie dream, why does it have to be so boringly predictable and why, dear Lord, does it have to be a musical?" she asked, looking skyward and hoping for an answer. "I hate musicals. All that randomly breaking into song drives me insane. If only Lucy hadn't watched it so much as a kid, I might have a foggy, quick version of it. In case you haven't noticed, Shelby, I like to have the silence filled and that requires me continuously talking out loud as we walk along. Do you mind?"

Shelby barked as if to say no.

"Gosh, I am a nutcase. I'm asking a dog's permission."