"How much longer? Are we even going in the right direction?" Finley panted. His tongue was as dry as sandpaper left in the sun. "I've been flying for five miles. Oh, I wish you had wings!" Finley complained.
"Quit your whining! We're doing this for Oz, remember?" the Little China Girl set him straight.
"Oh alright. For Oz," Finley said.
They saw ahead of them a huge barrier, a bubble.
"Look! There's Glinda's kingdom! Just a few more yards!" the Little China Girl encouraged Finley.
"They passed through the bubble with ease. They were pure of heart.
"Come, my children, what is the matter?" Glinda asked when she saw their anxious expressions.
"Oz is hurt! The... The Wicked Witch knocked him out..." Finley, behind the Little China Girl (who was speaking), imitated being KO. He stuck his tongue out and collapsed onto the road. He made the Little China Girl's words come to life, prancing and soaring behind her.
Glinda was horrified at the doll's words, but also hid a giggle in her throat watching Finley. A determined look crossed Glinda's smooth, pretty face.
"Where did you leave him? He might have awoken by now. When did you leave him? And what did you leave him with? Sorry for confusing you, but I'm worried. I sensed something was wrong. I knew I should've responded," Glinda jumbled her words together.
"Uhh, I'm sure Finley remembers where we left him, right Finley?" the Little China Girl urged.
"Yeah," Finley bit his lip. "Of course I remember..." He gave a look to the Little China Girl. He mouthed the words ' I DON'T REMEMBER' to the Little China Girl.
Glinda saw him, her eyes gleamed and she flashed a smile. "Do not worry, Finley. I'm sure we'll find him," she reassured him.
The three held hands, a bubble popped around them, and they floated off - in the wrong direction.