Dib desperately snooped through the room for an escape; however, his investigations appeared fruitless. As he was about to give up hope, he heard some familiar voices.
Tin Girl: Dib had better be in here...
Dib excitedly ran to the door and started pounding on it.
Dib: It's me! I'm locked in here, and I don't have much time! Can you get me out?
Scarecrow: Only if you say the secret word!
Dib: The witch is going to kill me if you don't get me out! Stop joking around!
Scarecrow: Nope! That's not even close! Try again!
Dib: Argh!
To Dib's surprise, he heard the sound of the door being unlocked. He turned his head and saw the tin girl opening the door.
Tin Girl: It's a good thing she keeps the key under the rug...
Dib: I never thought I'd say this, but I am so glad to see you guys!
Lion: Yeah, sure, whatever. Now, let us foil the witch! Next to me, she will be nothing more than a pitiful, weak, powerless thing! Once she has gotten a glimpse of the powerful might of the lion, she will be begging to hand her brum-stik to me! And she will...
The lion was silenced as the figure of the Bitters Witch became visible in a nearby doorway. The group ran up the stairs as fast as they could, though Dib lagged behind because, well, running for your life while wearing high heels is not exactly easy.
Witch: Guards! Get them!
The guards, followed by the Bitters Witch herself, started to go after the group. After a long chase that shall not be described but which was most assuredly intense and spooky, the five of them got cornered in the janitor's room. The Bitters Witch, with her broomstick in hand, approached the group with a menacing expression on her face.
Witch: I'm tired of this. I'll just send you all to your doom... doom... doom... doom... doom...
Lion: This is all your fault, snail boy!
Dib: Hey! Have you ever tried running in these things? Besides, we would have been fine if someone was quiet enough not to attract the witch's attention!
Lion: How dare you insult the great lion!
Dib angrily picked up the first 'weapon' he could find: a bucket of water. Upon seeing the look of fright on the lion's face, Dib grinned and tossed the water in the lion's direction. However, the lion was able to dodge the attack and the water hit the Bitters Witch. The guards shrieked and inched backward. Dib looked in shock at the Bitters Witch, who had suddenly begun to... well, not do anything in particular. She was just dripping wet and very, very cranky.
Dib: Eheh...
Scarecrow: I'm melting... this pretty metal thingy!
Everyone turned towards the scarecrow, who was holding Dib's medallion over a fire. Dib promptly snatched it back.
Dib: We're all about to die, and you're... melting stuff? How random is that?
Scarecrow: But it's fun! Wanna see?
Dib, Tin Girl, and Lion: No.
The scarecrow looked for other things to melt.
Scarecrow: And I'm melting... uh, this guy's sword, and this candlestick, and this ring, and a great big silvery thing, and...
Two of the guards finally restrained the scarecrow.
Scarecrow: Aw, man.
Witch: Enough! Guards! Find a way to get the ruby slippers off! And then send Dib and his little friends to their doom... doom... doom... doom...
A guard tapped the witch on the shoulder.
Witch: ...doom... where was I? Oh yes. You will all be made to realize the pointlessness of your miserable existences, and you'll regret the day you took my shoes...
Tin Girl: Wait a second... this is all about the stupid shoes?
Dib: Well, I also accidentally killed her sister, but, yeah, now it's mostly about the shoes.
Tin Girl: They're selling shoes just like that in the Sapphire City.
Witch: Oh.
The witch pressed a conveniently located button and summoned an angry winged monkey henchman. She handed him some money.
Witch: This should be enough. Now go to the Sapphire City and buy me a pair of ruby slippers. And you had better get them back before the Warlocks' Ball next week, or you will regret it!
The monkey flew out the window. Meanwhile, Dib was in a state of shock.
Dib: You mean you just wanted to wear these shoes for some silly ball? You're not going to use them to destroy Ak?
Guard: Using shoes to destroy a planet? That kid's crazy!
The guards all broke out in laughter. Dib, embarassed, went up to the witch.
Dib: Can I just have your broomstick now?
The witch glared at Dib, and there was a faint hissing noise. She pointed to a broomstick in the janitor's room.
Witch: Fine. You can have my spare. Go away and leave me alone. Now!
Dib: Oh, and do you happen to have an extra pair of boots I could wear...
Witch: GO!
The five, broomstick in hand, tiptoed away from the Bitters Witch and left the castle.