Although Plummage had to deal with the fact that his puppet was not a model of pure diction, his plan was proceeding well. Priss had the majority of the mobs more or less loyal to her. The only problem he could foresee was to get Glinda to agree to what he would pitch as the "people's choice", rather than her choice. The Chamberlain was confident that the Good Witch of the South would at least see the logic in that.

He watched Priss dote upon her new followers as they moved into the palace's throne room. She was paying particular heed to the younger bunnies, although Priss did not say much. Plummage, after all, had conditioned her to simply smile and posture as cordially as she could towards the people, but she was not to say much beyond answering any 'yes' or 'no' questions the Chamberlain had deemed safe enough to answer directly.

Plummage led his puppet to the throne seat, gesturing for her to sit upon it. With an empty smile, Priss made the attempt to sit upon it…

…but found that her body was a little too wide for the seat. She could not settle into it comfortably at all, much to Plummage's irritation.

Priss shrugged, her smile still on her face. "I gueth I'll jutht have to thtand!"

The Chamberlain sighed. "For the moment, yes. We can easily have that fixed, though."

"What about the problems in Byzantia?" A female voice then cried out. "Will they be fixed too?"

Plummage spoke irritably in response. "That is a matter for the field mice, not Bunnybury! Whatever happens in Byzantia, stays in Byzantia. There will be no…"

"Why can't I hear it from the new Queen herself?" Rosie wrestled her way through the crowds to confront Plummage and Priss, a very determined look on her mouse face as her eyes met those of the plump bunny girl. "Your majesty, I beg you…thousands of field mice are being oppressed routinely by the bunnies of Byzantia. We cannot just stand idly by and allow them to be treated so badly!"

A disgruntled male voice shouted his contrary opinion. "What should we care? They're mice, we're bunnies! That's not a bunny matter! Go tell the Queen of the Field Mice!"

A teenage boy then offered a sternly-worded rebuttal. "Have you seen how they treat those mice?"

An older female bunny added her own opinion, looking to Priss. "It's a serious-enough matter! Maybe we should help in some way!"

Other voices within the mob seemed to support this suggestion. Plummage, however, raised his arms in restraint. "That would be a waste of precious resources! Besides…we are in the middle of the need for regime change! The King has left us for no good reason! We must install an heir, and the King has no sons or daughters to inherit his status! He hasn't even married!"

Rosie put her furry front paws to her hips. "As I said before…I want to hear the opinion of the one you clearly wish to install upon the throne. If she agrees, I can guarantee you a considerable amount of support for her rulership from the field mice."

Again, Plummage tried to deflect the issue. "This is terrible timing! Can this not wait until this exceptionally charismatic bunny has been officially ordained our new ruler?"

"I think we should help!" Priss then chimed. "Bunnieth…mith…we all have a voith!" She then looked to Plummage. "Right?"

The Chamberlain began to wonder if the effect of his tainted carrots was beginning to weaken. She only had the one carrot in the morning, and it was past the time when Priss needed to be fed another for lunch.

Further, last he had checked, he only had two tainted carrots left.

"Priss…" Plummage replied unto his puppet, trying to remain calm. "…we must focus on…"

Rosie, however, latched on to this advantage she had just gained as she directed her next words to the crowds. "THERE! Straight from the mouth of your new Queen!" She then turned back to Plummage. "Details! Your new Queen has spoken!"

At this, a flurry of wild arguing between those who supported and those who opposed the stated issue quickly raged out of control as Plummage fruitlessly attempted to calm the shouting masses.

Rosie's plan was working perfectly so far, and just about everyone in the bunny crowds gathering to hear Priss's speech was in on it. They flurried thickly around Plummage, mock-arguing in a particularly heated fashion and drowning out his protests and his hollered requests to stop while Rosie made her way towards the wide-bodied bunny girl, who simply stood in one place and looked as if she were awaiting instructions.

Rosie hooked her arm and began moving her away from the throne room. Priss looked alarmed at this. "Hey! Where are we going?"

"Just follow me, dear." Rosie replied, still hurrying Priss along.

The bunny woman guided Priss to a back door of the palace which led into a lush and beautiful garden area, where two individuals stood waiting for them both.

"Are we gonna eat thoon?" Priss asked as they approached. "I'm getting hungry."

Rosie stopped the chubby, pink-haired bunny girl in front of a tough-looking male mouse, and a grimy, grey-furred mouse girl wearing a stained and torn maid outfit. "I wanted to show you one of them, dear." Rosie explained to the now curious-looking Priss as she gestured towards the grey-furred maid. "This is one of the mice of Byzantia. As you can see, she has been forced into the role of a maidservant, and she has been in the service of one of our byzantian visitors."

The mouse maid pulled the white cloth off of her head, revealing her large and round mouse ears. The maid looked to Priss timidly as the regally-dressed bunny girl smiled back to her. "Hello, dear…my name ith Prith. Who are you?"

The mouse maid remained quiet, glancing to Rosie meekly.

So far, so good, Wendy thought to herself. 'Priss' was sold on the illusion Rosie and Dodge helped Wendy to achieve at the mouse maid's request, both with Rosie's makeup tricks and in the rough-looking tears Dodge inflicted on Wendy's maid outfit.

"You see? For all the terrible treatment this maid has received at the hands of her byzantian tormentor, she is afraid to even speak!" Rosie explained. "Something clearly needs to be done to end this oppression!"

Priss looked entirely unsure of this, particularly since this was not coming from Plummage.

But then, the mouse maid gently smiled, and produced a carrot from a pocket of her maid uniform, offering it to the pink-haired bunny girl.

"See? She is making a charitable offering on behalf of her fellow byzantian field mice!" Rosie remarked, smiling as she gestured to the offered carrot. "It looks delicious, too, doesn't it?'

The fat bunny girl's eyes widened hungrily, and she immediately took the carrot and began devouring it.

By the time the carrot had been eaten all the way to its short green stem, a heavy, impenetrable cloud deep within the psyche of the pink-haired bunny girl gradually evaporated, and she blinked confusedly in that moment as Rosie and the mouse maid watched her curiously.

Dorothy Gale then shook her head, as if coming out of a daze. "Whuh…w…where am I?" She then looked down at herself, reacting in shock "Aaaah! What happen'd t' me? Why…why am I tho fat?"

Wendy had to drop the ruse. "The thame thing that happen'd t' me, Dor'thy. We were changed by a Yookoohoo. You altho ate carroth that put you und'r a thpell. Plummage wanted to uth you to become the new ruler of Bunnybury."

With Dorothy's mind freed from the effect of Plummage's tainted carrots, she was able to pick up on the voice. "Wendy? Ith that you?"

Wendy nodded, looking entirely embarrassed as she lowered her head.

Rosie, on the other hand, now looked entirely mystified, as did Dodge. Tainted carrots? Yookoohoo? Wendy? "Uhhh…excuse me?" Rosie's face, frowning in confusion, looked to Wendy. "You told me your name was…"

"Louhi, I know." Wendy replied. "My real name ith Wendy. Before y' say anythin', give me a chanth to exthplain."

Wendy then explained the whole situation to Rosie and Dodge. She explained how they had both been compelled to follow Plummage into Bunnybury following Ozma's birthday celebration. She explained that they were both human girls changed by the byzantian Yookoohoo, and she explained to Rosie, Dodge, and Dorothy about the unbreakable nature of the Yookoohoo magic she and Dorothy had been subjected to.

"Heh…I knew dat accent a'yours wasn't bye-zantian." Dodge mused.

Dorothy looked down upon her wide, furry body with a sense of sheer dread. "Y…y'mean…I gotta stay like thith?"

Wendy nodded lamentedly. "I'm thorry, Dor'thy."

"But…I can't go back home lookin' like thith!" Dorothy whined. "What're we gonna do, Wendy?"

"How's about we puts a stop ta Plummage?" Dodge offered.

Rosie nodded. "I agree. Plummage had to be the reason why the King abandoned Bunnybury."

"He mutht have uthed the thame carroth he fed t' me." Dorothy surmised.

Wendy nodded in confirmation. "We've gotta bring him back."

"Aaaand…how were you going to go about doing this?"

All of their heads turned in the direction of the familiar voice. It was indeed the insidious conspirator, Plummage Bratprince. Standing at his side was the Yookoohoo, Malvagia. Both of them had menacing expressions on their furry faces.

"Hyu not get avay zees time, mousey." Malvagia malevolently remarked.

"I don't know how it was that you were able to break the effect provided by my carrots, Dorothy…" The Chamberlain pulled out his box of carrots, pulling one of his last two. "…but unless you want me to have you all imprisoned on the charge of treason…"

"If anyone is to be branded a traitor, Plummage…" Another new voice, which everyone recognized. "…it is you!"

All heads turned to see the King of Bunnybury scowling upon the High Chamberlain. Standing beside him was another bunny, who Wendy and Malvagia recognized to be the very same bunny who had publicly requested an impromptu dance from the byzantian Yookoohoo.

But as their eyes fell upon this particular bunny, they saw her form slowly shift from that of a bunny to the form of a very beautiful young girl, who Dorothy immediately recognized to be the Princess Ozma. Behind Ozma and the King were a crowd of bunny citizens, all of them looking to Plummage accusingly.

"Malvie…" Plummage angled his head to the olive-furred Yookoohoo. "…reduce the forms of those two meddlesome brats behind us to disgusting slugs."

But Malvagia was now frozen with fear, now that the bunny next to the King revealed herself to be the fairy princess of Oz. "Da…da Ohz-maaa…" She fearfully whispered. "…Ohz-ma zeee ev'ryzeenk!"

"Well, well, well." Ozma quirked an eyebrow as she looked to the byzantian dancer. "I thought I told you to stay out of trouble, Malvagia."

Malvagia pointed a furry finger to Plummage. "Nasta-ma-Plummash! He make me help!"

The Chamberlain frowned in confusion as he kept his gaze on the King. "How did you…"

"Glinda, of course." The King replied. "You only told me to leave Bunnybury. You never said anything about avoiding the Good Witch of the South. You never were very good at thinking these things through, Chamberlain!"

"Why don't you share the real reason for this conspiracy with us, Plummage?" Ozma then remarked.

"Isn't it obvious?" The Chamberlain replied. "Our King is pathetic. He doesn't even have a wife, nor does he have an heir. He doesn't even like being a King. He told me this himself!"

"Oh, I think there's more to it than just that." Ozma mused.

"I tole hyu, nasta-ma-Plummash…" The olive-furred Yookoohoo turned to the treacherous Chamberlain, tugging at his arm in desperation. "…Ohz-maa all-knoweenk!"

"Glinda had been wondering when the only son of the Wicked Witch of the East would make a play for power." Ozma then revealed, her eyes on Plummage. "Awfully daring of you to lay the groundwork of your attempt in the domain of her worst enemy."

Both Rosie and Dodge had their eyes on Malvagia the entire time. They knew that at some point, she'd try something sneaky. It was at this point that the Yookoohoo made a desperate lunge for Wendy…

…but both Rosie and Dodge had grabbed her arms and held them both out to the sides, making sure Malvagia's hands could not touch them as the byzantian dancer struggled and flailed in their grip. The Yookoohoo gazed hatefully upon Wendy. "HYU ALVAYS BE DEEZ-GUZ-TEENK MOUSEY!" She roared angrily.

A flash of purple light shone behind the head of the furious bunny dancer as the tip of Ozma's golden wand touched upon it, and a wave of intense drowsiness overcame the Yookoohoo's senses in the space of a moment. Her limbs lost all strength, her eyelids fluttered shut, and she dropped upon the ground fast asleep once Rosie and Dodge released her.

The eyes of both Dorothy and Wendy widened when they heard Ozma's calmly-worded reply.

"I think not."

Wendy frowned in her disbelief. "But…she thaid her magic wath…"

"Oh yes, Wendy. I'm entirely aware of the kind of power Yookoohoos wield." Ozma interjected, smiling. "Not easily overcome, right? Well…there's one little trick we can try, but…I think we should deal with these two criminals first."

The King walked over to Dorothy, placing a hand sympathetically on the former girl's furry shoulder. "If it does not work, my dear, your citizenship in Bunnybury will be most assured, should you wish it. I promise you this."

Dorothy smiled. "Thank you, your highneth."

The King of Bunnybury then turned to Plummage, who maintained his defiant expression. "As for you…I am stripping you of your status at once! I should also have you banished from Bunnybury for the rest of your life!"

"Your highness…" Ozma calmly interjected. "…before you do that, I wonder if I might borrow Malvagia and Plummage for a time. The former Chamberlain will be locked away in our Royal Palace's prison, where the Royal Army of Oz will keep his eyes on him at all times. The Yookoohoo, of course, is fast asleep, and should remain so for quite some time."

The King furrowed his brow curiously, but then nodded in agreement, pointing a finger to the former Chamberlain. "So long as I never see him again."

"Oh, don't worry." Ozma cryptically replied. "You won't."

Wendy stepped over to the fairy princess of the land. "Why wath Malvagia tho thcared of you, Othma?"

Ozma smiled in remembrance of her last encounter with the byzantian. "Malvagia once had an unwise interest in becoming the ruler of Oz when she learned that the ruler that she thought was in the seat of power…our Wizard of Oz…was nothing more than a sleight-of-hand trickster, and had no actual magic capabilites."

"Ah yes, I remember that amusing little story." The smiling King of Bunnybury added, turning to Wendy. "According to what Glinda told me, that silly byzantian planned to slip in and make a mouse of the Wizard, and then assume control of Oz and make it a province of Byzantia. Unfortunately, no one told that daft Yookoohoo that Ozma here had succeeded him as the land's ruler!"

"Actually, Oscar chose the Scarecrow to succeed him." Ozma courteously corrected. "The Scarecrow didn't like being a King, so he willingly surrendered the throne to me." The fairy princess then turned back to Wendy. "So Glinda forewarned me about Malvagia's plan, and I decided to hide behind an illusionary appearance of my own, making the byzantian think I was the Wizard. When I revealed who I really was, and how I had been observing her entire progress using the Magic Picture, she was so paralyzed with fear that Malvagia swore she would never again cause any more trouble, and I permitted her to leave the Emerald City."

Wendy nodded. "How long ago wath thith?"

"That situation was resolved a day or so before I had traveled to the land of Ev to free their Queen and her children from the Nome King." Ozma replied.

"Tho are we goin' back there? To the Em'rald Thity?" The mouse girl then asked.

And in the next moment, Wendy, Ozma, and Dorothy were back in Ozma's boudoir in the Royal Palace of the Emerald City, where the Scarecrow stood before the Magic Picture, watching the bunnies of Bunnybury react in surprise over the sudden disappearance of their outsider friends.

The Scarecrow's painted face smiled to Wendy. "Does that answer your question, Wendy?"