The door to the enormous expensive-looking house creaked as it opened, and out stepped a teenage girl, followed by her pet toy poodle. Looking around curiously, she spoke to her dog.

"Oh, my. Tutu, I don't think we're in Hollywood any more."

She walked to the side of the house, and found herself staring at what seemed to be two deflated feet sticking out from under the house, wearing red glitter platform sandals. Being greedy, the young girl took the shoes, as the feet curled up like flesh-colored stockings. As she put on the shoes, all the people Red had ever harassed appeared and circled around the girl sing an annoying song.

"You killed the wicked witch, the wicked witch of the West Side!" There was a poof of smoke as a woman appeared, wearing a horrid pink frilly business suit.

"Hello dear. I'm Mrs. Goodfairy. I couldn't help but notice that you look like you could be a model. Tell me, dear, what might your name be?" The strange lady asked inquiringly in a sickeningly sweet voice.

"Oh, my name is Dorothia. However, I was an actress in Hollywood, I suppose I'd make a good model, since the camera does love me," Dorothia replied.

And so it began. Dorothia Became a member of the Father Gander Modeling Agency, while her dog made guest appearances on talk shows, claiming to be the "Wizard-dog of Hollywood."

Dorothia was told never to step off the "Golden Catwalk," as the outside world was dangerous. So Dorothia adhered to the rule, at least, until that one twisted day. Dorothia was doing a fashion show on the latest trends of the "Exiled Princess" in the Goldilocks Woods. At about halfway through, Dorothia saw a scrumptious- looking house in the distance. It was made of gingerbread! Being a curious individual, and having starved herself to look good in the dress she was wearing, Dorothia decided to walk over. The exact moment Dorothia stepped off the catwalk, everything disappeared in a flash. Scared and alone, Dorothia made a run for it.