THREE
Phoebe opened her eyes and looked around. She saw dozens of small, brightly colored houses. But the houses were much too small to be regular houses. They had obviously been constructed for very small people.
The same people, no doubt, that now stood around Phoebe. Standing only about two feet tall, they were all dressed in brightly colored, gaudy, even outlandish outfits. Strange, even bizarre hairstyles adorned the women, and many of the men wore elaborate, overemphasized beards and mustaches. Phoebe instantly recognized these "little people". They were Munchkins from the movie.
"You've got to be joking," said Phoebe.
"Oh no, not at all," said a shrill high voice behind her. "The Munchkins wish to know. Are you a good witch or a bad witch?"
Phoebe spun around and saw Piper standing behind her. But Piper was dressed as outlandishly as the Munchkins. She was wearing a flowing pink gown and a crown. She held a wand in one hand.
"Piper?" questioned Phoebe. "Oh thank goodness you're here. I don't know what that warlock did but at least we aren't alone."
"I told you," said Piper. "I'm Glenda, the Good Witch of the North. Now are you a good witch or a bad witch?"
"You know good and well I'm a good witch," said Phoebe. "What's wrong with you? You're acting like you don't know me."
"It's okay, everyone," said Piper, "you can come out. She's a good witch."
Phoebe looked at Piper. She was acting very strangely. She not only looked like Glenda in the movie, she was acting like her. And she apparently didn't recognize Phoebe.
That's when Phoebe realized how she was dressed. She wore the same dress that Dorothy had worn in the move. She also had the same basket as Dorothy on her arm, and at her feet sat Toto, Dorothy's dog.
"This is getting freaky," said Phoebe. "This can't be happening. I suppose the next thing that will happen is...
Her voice trailed off as she suddenly began to remember the movie. It was at this point that Dorothy discovers her house had landed on the Wicked Witch of the East. Cautiously Phoebe made her way over to the house. Sure enough, a pair of feet wearing stripped socks stuck out from underneath the house. The now famous Ruby slippers sat on the feet.
"Okay, this is just too weird," said Phoebe, walking back over to Piper. "Apparently that warlock has actually put us in the movie. That's what his spell must have done."
Suddenly a column of black smoke erupted in the center of the small village. Phoebe knew what to expect now. She had seen the movie so many times as a kid she had committed it to memory. It was time for the Wicked Witch of the West to make an appearance.
When the smoke cleared, the Witch stood in the center of the village. She wore the obligatory black dress and pointed black hat for fantasy witches, and carried the requisite broom. Everything that proved she was the vile, evil witch she was.
Phoebe just stared at the Witch. The Wicked Witch of the West didn't have the long, crooked nose with the obligatory wart on the end. The traditional stereotype for historical witches. The stereotype that had always made Phoebe angry. But this "evil witch" did not fit that stereotype.
Instead, Prue was the wicked witch. And she didn't seem to recognize Phoebe any more than Piper did. Apparently, being transported into the movie had clouded her sisters' minds. Made them believe they were the actual characters they portrayed.
Phoebe didn't know why she hadn't been affected. Maybe it was the warlock's plan. But she couldn't think of a reason why the warlock would mask her sister's memories and not hers. Or how any of this would destroy them and give him their powers.
One thing was clear. Without their memories neither Pure nor Piper could help her. Neither Glenda nor the Wicked Witch demonstrated any real power in the movie. Getting out of this was going to be difficult at best.
Phoebe opened her eyes and looked around. She saw dozens of small, brightly colored houses. But the houses were much too small to be regular houses. They had obviously been constructed for very small people.
The same people, no doubt, that now stood around Phoebe. Standing only about two feet tall, they were all dressed in brightly colored, gaudy, even outlandish outfits. Strange, even bizarre hairstyles adorned the women, and many of the men wore elaborate, overemphasized beards and mustaches. Phoebe instantly recognized these "little people". They were Munchkins from the movie.
"You've got to be joking," said Phoebe.
"Oh no, not at all," said a shrill high voice behind her. "The Munchkins wish to know. Are you a good witch or a bad witch?"
Phoebe spun around and saw Piper standing behind her. But Piper was dressed as outlandishly as the Munchkins. She was wearing a flowing pink gown and a crown. She held a wand in one hand.
"Piper?" questioned Phoebe. "Oh thank goodness you're here. I don't know what that warlock did but at least we aren't alone."
"I told you," said Piper. "I'm Glenda, the Good Witch of the North. Now are you a good witch or a bad witch?"
"You know good and well I'm a good witch," said Phoebe. "What's wrong with you? You're acting like you don't know me."
"It's okay, everyone," said Piper, "you can come out. She's a good witch."
Phoebe looked at Piper. She was acting very strangely. She not only looked like Glenda in the movie, she was acting like her. And she apparently didn't recognize Phoebe.
That's when Phoebe realized how she was dressed. She wore the same dress that Dorothy had worn in the move. She also had the same basket as Dorothy on her arm, and at her feet sat Toto, Dorothy's dog.
"This is getting freaky," said Phoebe. "This can't be happening. I suppose the next thing that will happen is...
Her voice trailed off as she suddenly began to remember the movie. It was at this point that Dorothy discovers her house had landed on the Wicked Witch of the East. Cautiously Phoebe made her way over to the house. Sure enough, a pair of feet wearing stripped socks stuck out from underneath the house. The now famous Ruby slippers sat on the feet.
"Okay, this is just too weird," said Phoebe, walking back over to Piper. "Apparently that warlock has actually put us in the movie. That's what his spell must have done."
Suddenly a column of black smoke erupted in the center of the small village. Phoebe knew what to expect now. She had seen the movie so many times as a kid she had committed it to memory. It was time for the Wicked Witch of the West to make an appearance.
When the smoke cleared, the Witch stood in the center of the village. She wore the obligatory black dress and pointed black hat for fantasy witches, and carried the requisite broom. Everything that proved she was the vile, evil witch she was.
Phoebe just stared at the Witch. The Wicked Witch of the West didn't have the long, crooked nose with the obligatory wart on the end. The traditional stereotype for historical witches. The stereotype that had always made Phoebe angry. But this "evil witch" did not fit that stereotype.
Instead, Prue was the wicked witch. And she didn't seem to recognize Phoebe any more than Piper did. Apparently, being transported into the movie had clouded her sisters' minds. Made them believe they were the actual characters they portrayed.
Phoebe didn't know why she hadn't been affected. Maybe it was the warlock's plan. But she couldn't think of a reason why the warlock would mask her sister's memories and not hers. Or how any of this would destroy them and give him their powers.
One thing was clear. Without their memories neither Pure nor Piper could help her. Neither Glenda nor the Wicked Witch demonstrated any real power in the movie. Getting out of this was going to be difficult at best.