Chapter 6~~~~~~~~~~~~~
::camera zooms up rapidly on a dark castle on a classic jagged cliff::
"I'll get you. . .Dorothy, and of course you're little dog too!" The wicked witch cackled evilly. Her luminous crystal ball showing the twerps standing nervously in front of the giant doors of Indigo Plateau waiting for a word from the wizard.
A lovely lady by the name of Loreli, dressed in pure indigo walked up and started talking to them. "The wizard is ready to see you now." She curtseyed and opened the doors, revealing a long, ominous hallway. "He's at the end of the hallway. Good luck."
The group started walking down the hallway reluctantly. It seemed like forever until they reached the next set of doors. They looked back one last time as if to say goodbye to the shaded, purple stained glass, and matching ceramic tiles. They entered and saw a head floating amidst amethyst flames. "What do *you* want?!" The voice boomed, making everything surrounding shake.
Dorothy walked up first. She dipped and said "my name's Dorothy, mister Zo, and I was wondering if you could send me back to Pallet."
"Ha! Don't try to fool me. You're not Dorothy! You're a silly boy in an atrocious wig!" Brock stood up.
"Atrocious? Only one male would say that word. You're not really a wizard - you're James from Team Rocket!" He then glanced over at a glaring Jesse. "Oh yes, we're in a play. . ."
Everyone regained what little composure they had and continued the correct way (much to the director's relief) "and what about this oversized mattress behind you?" Zo shouted.
"Don't push it." the scarecrow muttered under her breath. "I'm just a scarecrow, wanting a brain."
"And this shaking pile of scrap metal?!"
"I'm just an ordinary tin man, your highness, wanting a heart."
"And this overgrown mouser?"
Shaking violently, and stammering uncontrollably, the lion managed to produce a sound. "C-c-c-"
"SPEAK!"
"Courage!" He then resumed his position on the floor.
"And why would I do these things for you?"
"Because your great and terrible, and we are small and meek." Dorothy squeaked.
A pause of silence followed, while the wizard thought this all over. "All right, I'll do these things for you. On one condition. Bring me the wicked witch's broomstick!"
"Wouldn't you just want the wicked witch?" Misty teased. "You *do* have a thing for her."
"No! Her broomstick!" Zo shakily replied, his eyes darting back and forth. "Now, go! And don't return until you have it!"
The group ran out, and set off to the home of the wicked witch.
::camera zooms up rapidly on a dark castle on a classic jagged cliff::
"I'll get you. . .Dorothy, and of course you're little dog too!" The wicked witch cackled evilly. Her luminous crystal ball showing the twerps standing nervously in front of the giant doors of Indigo Plateau waiting for a word from the wizard.
A lovely lady by the name of Loreli, dressed in pure indigo walked up and started talking to them. "The wizard is ready to see you now." She curtseyed and opened the doors, revealing a long, ominous hallway. "He's at the end of the hallway. Good luck."
The group started walking down the hallway reluctantly. It seemed like forever until they reached the next set of doors. They looked back one last time as if to say goodbye to the shaded, purple stained glass, and matching ceramic tiles. They entered and saw a head floating amidst amethyst flames. "What do *you* want?!" The voice boomed, making everything surrounding shake.
Dorothy walked up first. She dipped and said "my name's Dorothy, mister Zo, and I was wondering if you could send me back to Pallet."
"Ha! Don't try to fool me. You're not Dorothy! You're a silly boy in an atrocious wig!" Brock stood up.
"Atrocious? Only one male would say that word. You're not really a wizard - you're James from Team Rocket!" He then glanced over at a glaring Jesse. "Oh yes, we're in a play. . ."
Everyone regained what little composure they had and continued the correct way (much to the director's relief) "and what about this oversized mattress behind you?" Zo shouted.
"Don't push it." the scarecrow muttered under her breath. "I'm just a scarecrow, wanting a brain."
"And this shaking pile of scrap metal?!"
"I'm just an ordinary tin man, your highness, wanting a heart."
"And this overgrown mouser?"
Shaking violently, and stammering uncontrollably, the lion managed to produce a sound. "C-c-c-"
"SPEAK!"
"Courage!" He then resumed his position on the floor.
"And why would I do these things for you?"
"Because your great and terrible, and we are small and meek." Dorothy squeaked.
A pause of silence followed, while the wizard thought this all over. "All right, I'll do these things for you. On one condition. Bring me the wicked witch's broomstick!"
"Wouldn't you just want the wicked witch?" Misty teased. "You *do* have a thing for her."
"No! Her broomstick!" Zo shakily replied, his eyes darting back and forth. "Now, go! And don't return until you have it!"
The group ran out, and set off to the home of the wicked witch.
