A/N: Hi, all! I'm back again, this time with a chapter written by my co-author, I think therfore I am! Everyone applaud her wildly! So, without furhter ado, we present you with another chapter of Somewhere Over the Graveyard!

Disclaimer: I don't own Disney. Nor does I think therfore I am.

"Skimbleshanks, the railway cat! The cat of the railway train! There's a whisper down the line, at…"

"Ezra…"

"…When the night mail's ready to depart…"

"Ezra. Please."

"…Skimble, where is Skimble? Has he gone to hunt the thimble?..."

"Ezra, please stop singing that song."

"Oh yeah, sure Dorothy, no problem, I don't need to sing that specifically… It's time for Animaniacs! And we're zany to the max! So just…"

"Oh no, that's worse, that's much, much worse."

"…Maniacs! Come join the Warner Brothers and the Warner…"

"Really, Ezra, you cannot sing that song."

"Fine, fine! I won't sing that either."

"Thank you."

"Bad Horse, Bad Horse, Bad Horse…"

"Really? I don't even know what that is that you're singing now."

"…Thoroughbred of sin. He got the application that you just sent in…"

"Perhaps you should stop singing altogether."

"It's a small world after all…"

"Now you're switching songs?"

"I am the very model of a modern major general; I've information animal and vegetable…"

"Ezra."

"They're Tailors in Disguise, and they've got nine lives! They catch unsuspecting guys by sticking needles in their eyes! 'Cause they're (bum bum) Tailors in Disguise!"

"Ezra!"

"Into the woods, it's time to go, I hate to leave…"

"Ezra!"

"In the bay off the coast of the tristate area, there's…"

"EZRA! CUT IT OUT!"

"…HAIL, HAIL, DOOFANIA!"

"EZRA!!! SHUT UP BEFORE I BEAT YOU UNCONCIOUS WITH A ROCK AND LEAVE YOU ALONE IN THE MIDDLE OF A CORN FIELD WHERE NO ONE CAN FIND YOU."

Ezra stopped singing and took at step away from George. There was a long silence, only broken when Bony whimpered because the quiet scared him.

"Is something wrong Dorothy?" Ezra asked.

"Wrong? Yes, something's wrong! You know what's wrong? What's wrong is that I was thrown down a well in the middle of the night and transported to this bizarre, candy-colored country, where I was forced to take the advice of a known crazy person because I had absolutely nothing else to go by, and, after walking in the sun for half a day, I am joined by a brainless, insane, extremely distant relative who refuses to admit that he knows me, and keeps calling me Dorothy, and won't leave, and insists on singing at the top of his lungs without ever stopping, and I still had to walk in the sun, I hate the sun, and on top of everything else, this chapter has been going on for an entire page now, and absolutely nothing has happened! I can't take this!"

Ezra sighed. "Look, Dorothy-"

"Oh, AND I'm stuck with this dog who won't stop whining, and I'm wearing a bizarre blue gingham suit, and if I wasn't a ghost I would be extremely hungry because I don't have any food, and the road is about to enter a dark, dangerous, extremely blue forest, and-"

"Dorothy, look," said Ezra "Cheer up! You know what I say at a time like this?"

"What?" snapped George.

"Always look on the bright side of life, dadoo, dadoo dadoo dadoo. Always look on the right side of life, dadoo, dadoo dadoo dadoo."

"Shut up Ezra, that doesn't help me at all!" George sighed. "Besides, there isn't a bright side, anyway."

"Sure there is!" said Ezra brightly.

"Like what?"

"Well…" Ezra frowned, thinking. "At least things won't be bad for all that long," he said finally.

"Why not?" asked George.

"BeCAUse….There's a great big beautiful tomorrow shining at the end of every day! There's a great big beautiful tomorrow, and tomorrow's just a dream away!"

"NO, Ezra, no! I hate the Sherman Brothers! I hate them!"

"That may be Dorothy, that may be, but it does not negate their wisdom."

"I will not take advice from anyone who writes songs for theme park rides," said George, walking further down the road toward the forest. "Come on, the sooner we get to this wizard the sooner I can get back to the mansion and away from you."

He paused.

"Well, okay, you'll still be there, but you won't be dressed as a scarecrow, and you'll have you're fellow asylum inmates to distract you from torturing me, which is nice. And you'll also have a sheep."

George and Ezra trudged through the forest in silence, excluding the whimpers of Bony, which were by this time basically unheard by the two of them. The road was in much worse condition in the forest than in the open country, and the bricks were uneven and missing in places. One of the holes left by the missing bricks caused Ezra to trip and fall, and roll over a few times.

"Ezra, there's an entire brick missing there! How could you possibly miss that hole?" said George, exasperated.

"Well, gosh Dorothy," said Ezra, still lying on the ground, "I didn't think to look. I haven't got a brain, you know."

"Yes, I do," said George.

"I could really use some help getting up, though, since I haven't got any brain at all."

George stared at Ezra for a long time. "You know what I hate, Ezra?" he said finally.

"What?"

"You," said George, and he continued walking down the road.

"Dorothy! Wait!" shouted Ezra as he stumbled to his feet and ran after George. "I need to come with you to see the wizard – oof!" Ezra tripped on another missing brick and soared strait into George, knocking him over and off the road. George tumbled into a ditch and down a hill, not stopping until he hit something large and metallic with a muffled clang.

"Dorothy!" shouted Ezra from the top of the hill. "You fell!"

"Shut up," said George, getting up and looking at what had broken his fall. "I hit this metal…person," he called up to Ezra. "Some sort of statue perhaps, in the middle of the forest. A tribute to the hard working woodcutters of our country?"

"It's covered in rust," Ezra said, walking down the hill.

"Yeah, I'd noticed that," said George. "I could tell by the fact that it was slightly orangeish. But why would there be a neglected, rusted, metal woodcutter tributary statue in the middle of the forest?" he pondered.

Ezra stood in front of the metal person and leaned to the left, and then the right. He laughed. "Its eyes follow you no matter where you are," he said, sounding extremely amused.

"Mmmphm mmm."

"Ezra, did you hear that?" asked George cautiously.

Ezra nodded.

"Mmmphm mmm."

George and Ezra stared at the metal person. They both took a few steps away from it.

"Mmmphm mmm," said the metal person.

"OH MY GOD IT'S ALIVE!! KILL IT DOROTHY!" shouted Ezra, clinging to George.

"Shh, I think it's saying something," George said, pushing Ezra off of him.

"Mmmphm mmm!"

"It said…boiled SPAM," said Ezra. "Boiled SPAM? Go boil your own SPAM!"

"Ezra!" said George, horrified. "That's from Veggie Tales, and you know it! First you sing horrible Sherman Brothers songs, now you're stealing jokes from preachy vegetables? I'm even more ashamed to be in your presence than I was before!"

"Fine, he said "oil can", are you happy, now that you've sucked the fun out of everything?" Ezra said.

"Yes, thank you."

"Fun sucker," muttered Ezra.

"What?"

"Oh, nothing," said Ezra. "I didn't say anything. I certainly didn't make a joke, because you don't want that."

"Not if the jokes were made by vegetables first."

"I guess I'll just get back to the plot then, and pick up this conveniently placed oil can here. Oh, sure, it's just begging to be made fun of, but there's no reason to do that, is there? That would be wrong! That would be bad! I suppose I'll just oil this guy's mouth so he can talk and tell us his story, but not in a funny way, because of course he wouldn't do that!"

"Alright Ezra, time to let it go, it's not funny anymore."

"Of course it isn't," Ezra sneered.

Ezra finally got along to oiling the metal person, and that's when George stepped back and realized who the person was. He groaned. He wasn't sure how he felt about this at all. It was debatable whether or not two Hitchhikers were better than one. At least Phineas was the sanest of the three.

"Hello," said Phineas. Ezra had finished oiling him.

"Why, hello!" said Ezra. "Nice day, isn't it? Who are you? I'm the Scarecrow, and this is Dorothy."

"I'm the Tin Man," said Phineas.

George frowned. The whole thing seemed oddly rehearsed.

"Oh, the Tin Man, eh?" said Ezra, still sounding scripted. "That's a nice name, very strait forward, no nonsense, and – hey! You're not Phineas! Isn't Phineas supposed to be here?"

George looked at Ezra confusedly and said, "But that is Phineas, Ezra, and you know it-"

Phineas shook his head. "No, just let it go, George," he said.

"AHA!" George yelled suddenly. "You called my George! Everyone heard it! Do you see? He's acting sensible!"

"Oh, you're right. Sorry, I meant Dorothy," said Phineas quickly.

"Don't, Phineas, please, I can't take being called Dorothy any more."

"Sorry Dorothy, but I've been told to stay in character," Phineas said apologetically.

"By who?"

Phineas pointed to Ezra.

"Why, Ezra?" said George, who by this time was beginning to sound very upset. "Why are you doing this to me?"

"Hey, don't look at me; I don't even know who this guy is!"

"Ezra, it's Phineas!"

"It's just best not to argue with him, Dorothy," said Phineas.

George sighed and sat down on a three stump. Suddenly he looked up at Phineas. "Hey, Phineas," he said. "That's a really nice axe you've got there. Mind if I borrow it?"

Phineas looked down at the axe in his hands. "…Yes…"

"Oh. Alright then." George looked back at the ground sadly. Suddenly he looked up at Phineas again. "Hey, Phineas," he said. "Ezra and I are heading to the Emerald City to see the Wizard of Oz. Ezra wants a brain-"

"Yes, he does need one of those."

"And I want to get back to the mansion. I don't suppose there's anything you want?"

"Why?"

"Because!" wailed George, throwing himself at Phineas's feet. "Because I've been stuck alone with Ezra for days, and I can't handle it! He's crazy! Then again, so are you, just to a lesser extent! You actually like him, and if you're here, than he won't be bothering me so much, and I hate you marginally less than I hate him, and it will be just that much less torturous if you're here, and please please please, Phineas!"

"We-ell, I could use a heart…" said Phineas slowly. "I suppose I might as well come…"

"Thank you, Phineas!'

"Hey, wait a minute!" said Ezra suddenly. "Dorothy, Stranger, didn't we have a little whiney dog with us?"

They all looked around for Bony, George hoping that they couldn't find him.

"Oh, phew, there he is!" said Ezra, pointing. "Right over there, next to the – OH MY GOD, DID THAT MUNCHKIN JUST HANG HIMSELF?! Oh, no, don't worry, it's just a bird. Scared me there for a second."