EIGHT
"Oh right," said Phoebe, "I had forgotten this part."
"Oh my goodness," said Cole, "it's the witch."
"Yeah, don't worry about it," said Phoebe. "She doesn't do anything yet. She's just her to make some boisterous threats."
"You think so my pretty?" cackled Prue.
Prue raised her hand and a fireball formed in her palm. She raised her hand and cast the fireball a Phoebe. Phoebe jumped back just as the fireball exploded at her feet.
"Hey, easy with the fireballs sister," snapped Phoebe.
"I see you've found some friends," cackled Prue. "Well it won't do you any good. I'll have those ruby slippers yet. And I'll deal with you and your little dog."
With a cackling laugh, Prue vanished in a plume of smoke.
"Don't worry Dorothy," said Cole. "I'm not afraid of no witch. I'll make sure you get to Emerald City even if the Wizard doesn't give me a brain."
"And I'll help." said Darryl. "Even if I don't get a heart, I'll help you get to the Wizard. Witch or no witch.
"Wait a minute," said Phoebe. "Prue didn't threaten either of you. I remember the witch threatened to turn the tin woodman into a beehive. And she threatened to stuff a mattress with the scarecrow or something like that. Pure didn't do that."
"What difference does it make?" asked Darryl. "She's still after you."
"Yeah, but you don't understand?" asked Phoebe. "That means what's happening here isn't exactly as it happens in the movie."
"What's a movie?" asked Cole.
"That's not all," said Phoebe. "The taunts Cole used on the trees. They were not the same ones the scarecrow used in the movie. He said something about little green worms in the apples."
"What's a Cole?" Darryl whispered to Cole.
"Me," Cole whispered back. "That's what she calls me."
"Oh," Darryl whispered back.
"And I've never mentioned the Emerald City," said Phoebe. "But Cole just mentioned it. Of course I suppose that could be part of the movie. But the point it that things can be changed. Maybe the warlock hasn't got as complete control over this as he thinks he does."
"Warlock?" questioned Darryl. "There's a warlock? Is he a good warlock or a bad warlock?"
"I don't really have time right now for a lesson in correcting myths about Wicca," said Phoebe. "Lets just say he's a bad warlock and leave it at that."
"Okay," said Cole.
"It's interesting though," said Phoebe. "The warlock cast you as the tin woodsman, Darryl. The only character with a weapon. And the one without a heart. I imagine you became a cop to help people. This warlock certainly has a twisted sense of humor, I'll grant him that."
"Is this warlock working with the witch?" asked Darryl.
"Not exactly," said Phoebe. "But he did say I'd see him again. Which means he'll be one of the characters. I'm just not sure which one."
"You said something about Leo," said Darryl. "Is that the warlock?"
"No," said Phoebe. "But I guess we should get moving. I still haven't found a way out of this. And if the warlock has a way out, there must be a way out for us."
She linked he arms in Cole and Darryl's arms and then continued down the yellow brick road.
"Oh right," said Phoebe, "I had forgotten this part."
"Oh my goodness," said Cole, "it's the witch."
"Yeah, don't worry about it," said Phoebe. "She doesn't do anything yet. She's just her to make some boisterous threats."
"You think so my pretty?" cackled Prue.
Prue raised her hand and a fireball formed in her palm. She raised her hand and cast the fireball a Phoebe. Phoebe jumped back just as the fireball exploded at her feet.
"Hey, easy with the fireballs sister," snapped Phoebe.
"I see you've found some friends," cackled Prue. "Well it won't do you any good. I'll have those ruby slippers yet. And I'll deal with you and your little dog."
With a cackling laugh, Prue vanished in a plume of smoke.
"Don't worry Dorothy," said Cole. "I'm not afraid of no witch. I'll make sure you get to Emerald City even if the Wizard doesn't give me a brain."
"And I'll help." said Darryl. "Even if I don't get a heart, I'll help you get to the Wizard. Witch or no witch.
"Wait a minute," said Phoebe. "Prue didn't threaten either of you. I remember the witch threatened to turn the tin woodman into a beehive. And she threatened to stuff a mattress with the scarecrow or something like that. Pure didn't do that."
"What difference does it make?" asked Darryl. "She's still after you."
"Yeah, but you don't understand?" asked Phoebe. "That means what's happening here isn't exactly as it happens in the movie."
"What's a movie?" asked Cole.
"That's not all," said Phoebe. "The taunts Cole used on the trees. They were not the same ones the scarecrow used in the movie. He said something about little green worms in the apples."
"What's a Cole?" Darryl whispered to Cole.
"Me," Cole whispered back. "That's what she calls me."
"Oh," Darryl whispered back.
"And I've never mentioned the Emerald City," said Phoebe. "But Cole just mentioned it. Of course I suppose that could be part of the movie. But the point it that things can be changed. Maybe the warlock hasn't got as complete control over this as he thinks he does."
"Warlock?" questioned Darryl. "There's a warlock? Is he a good warlock or a bad warlock?"
"I don't really have time right now for a lesson in correcting myths about Wicca," said Phoebe. "Lets just say he's a bad warlock and leave it at that."
"Okay," said Cole.
"It's interesting though," said Phoebe. "The warlock cast you as the tin woodsman, Darryl. The only character with a weapon. And the one without a heart. I imagine you became a cop to help people. This warlock certainly has a twisted sense of humor, I'll grant him that."
"Is this warlock working with the witch?" asked Darryl.
"Not exactly," said Phoebe. "But he did say I'd see him again. Which means he'll be one of the characters. I'm just not sure which one."
"You said something about Leo," said Darryl. "Is that the warlock?"
"No," said Phoebe. "But I guess we should get moving. I still haven't found a way out of this. And if the warlock has a way out, there must be a way out for us."
She linked he arms in Cole and Darryl's arms and then continued down the yellow brick road.