Disclaimer: I still don't own Newsies or The Wizard of Oz. I own Fantasy,
and everyone else owns themselves.
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When Fantasy woke up, she didn't feel the house moving. It had been moving all night, and she had finally fallen asleep. She got up off the bunk she had laid on and walked to the window. She looked out, and saw people walking around, selling newspapers and talking.
Fantasy left the window and walked to the door. Once she walked outside, all the people turned and looked at her.
One person walked up to her. "What are ya doin' here?"
"Well, it's not like i WANT ta be here, but I just, well," she looked back at her house, "LANDED here."
"Why did ya land here?"
"I don't know."
Three people spoke up. "Why didn't you want to land here?"
"Shh, shh. She's obviously confused." the first person said. "By the way, my name is Rain. I own this town," stops and pulls out a cane. "And this cane."
"We're the Lullaby League! I'm Atlantic." One of the three said. "And this is Eraser, and that is Dutchy."
"And WE'RE the Lollipop Munchkins. We're so much better than THEM." They all said at once.
"And your names are?" Fantasy asked.
"Why, I'm Bailey, and this Legs. That boy over there is Jake. Would you like a lollipop?" Bailey asked.
"Or would you like a song?" Eraser asked.
"Why not both?" Fantasy said.
"Us foist!" All six shouted at once.
"No, I'll do something foist!" Rain said, walking up to a stage that appeared out of nowhere.
"NO!! WE'RE going foist!" Jake cried.
"Oh, stop fighting!" Fantasy said.
"WE'RE NOT FIGHTING, WE'RE NOT ALLOWED TO FIGHT!" they all shouted, a little nervously.
"Why not?" Fantasy asked, completely confused.
"The Wicked Witch won't let us!" They all said again. "And she won't let us leave the village! We can't visit our families! And we can't sell our papes! We've had these for years!" Dutchy explained.
"She has a sister, too, who lives in the west." Legs included.
"And we're so sick of eachother!" Rain said
"Oh. I'm sorry." Fantasy said.
"ALL OF YOU! OVER HERE!" came a voice suddenly from behind Fantasy's house.
All seven of them went running to see who was calling. It was another person in their town, who everyone called Auntie Gretch. "THE WICKED WITCH IS DEAD!! LOOK RIGHT THERE! THE HOUSE FELL ON HER!!! SHE'S DEAD!!" Auntie Gretch exclaimed.
They looked to where she was pointing, and saw someone's feet sticking out.
"THE WICKED WITCH IS DEAD!!" all the town people cried over and over.
"SHE'S FINALLY DEAD!"
"And it's all thanks to this girl!" Rain said.
"What's your name?" the lollipop munchkins asked.
"Fantasy."
They gave her a lollipop that said her name on it. "This is for you, for killing the Wicked Witch!"
The Lullaby League sang her a song. Rain, the mayor, gave her a speech. Auntie Gretch gave her a neckalace. And suddenly, there was a bright light.
"What is that?" Fantasy said as she shielded her eyes.
"I'm Tragic, the Good Witch of the South." said the light. And suddenly, a person was there. "You are Fantasy, and have killed my sister, the Wicked Witch of the East. You have freed my friends. Thank you. I'll give you anything you want, if I can."
"All I want to do is go home." Fantasy said, thinking of her friends in the Lodging House.
"Well, where is home?" Tragic asked. "I'll bring you there, if it is not in the West, for my other sister, Strider, lives there, and is evil."
"Oh, no. I live in a different world. I live in Manhatten, New York." Fantasy said, as if that was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Then I'm afraid I can't help you. I don't know how to get you back. You'll have to see the Cowboy of Oz for that." Tragic said.
"The Cowboy of Oz?" Fantasy asked, confused.
"Yes."
"How do I get there?" Fantasy asked.
"You need to follow the pape-lined road. Right there." Tragic said, and pointed it out. It was, indeed, a pape-lined road. "Here, take the witch's new shoes that have matching laces, they will keep you safe from most things. At least my sister, Strider, will not be able to touch you."
"Thank you." Fantasy said, while putting on the shoes.
"Just follow the pape-lined road all the way to the city of Oz, where you will find the Cowboy." Tragic said. "Good-bye, Fantasy, I will see you soon."
Tragic disappeared, and Fantasy headed towards the road she had pointed out. As she walked, Legs, Bailey, Jake, Eraser, Atlantic, Dutchy, Rain, and Auntie Gretch sang quietly "Follow the pape-lined road! Follow the pape- lined road! Follow, follow, follow, follow, follow the pape-lined road."
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The end of Chapter Three! I liked that one... now review!! hehe.
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When Fantasy woke up, she didn't feel the house moving. It had been moving all night, and she had finally fallen asleep. She got up off the bunk she had laid on and walked to the window. She looked out, and saw people walking around, selling newspapers and talking.
Fantasy left the window and walked to the door. Once she walked outside, all the people turned and looked at her.
One person walked up to her. "What are ya doin' here?"
"Well, it's not like i WANT ta be here, but I just, well," she looked back at her house, "LANDED here."
"Why did ya land here?"
"I don't know."
Three people spoke up. "Why didn't you want to land here?"
"Shh, shh. She's obviously confused." the first person said. "By the way, my name is Rain. I own this town," stops and pulls out a cane. "And this cane."
"We're the Lullaby League! I'm Atlantic." One of the three said. "And this is Eraser, and that is Dutchy."
"And WE'RE the Lollipop Munchkins. We're so much better than THEM." They all said at once.
"And your names are?" Fantasy asked.
"Why, I'm Bailey, and this Legs. That boy over there is Jake. Would you like a lollipop?" Bailey asked.
"Or would you like a song?" Eraser asked.
"Why not both?" Fantasy said.
"Us foist!" All six shouted at once.
"No, I'll do something foist!" Rain said, walking up to a stage that appeared out of nowhere.
"NO!! WE'RE going foist!" Jake cried.
"Oh, stop fighting!" Fantasy said.
"WE'RE NOT FIGHTING, WE'RE NOT ALLOWED TO FIGHT!" they all shouted, a little nervously.
"Why not?" Fantasy asked, completely confused.
"The Wicked Witch won't let us!" They all said again. "And she won't let us leave the village! We can't visit our families! And we can't sell our papes! We've had these for years!" Dutchy explained.
"She has a sister, too, who lives in the west." Legs included.
"And we're so sick of eachother!" Rain said
"Oh. I'm sorry." Fantasy said.
"ALL OF YOU! OVER HERE!" came a voice suddenly from behind Fantasy's house.
All seven of them went running to see who was calling. It was another person in their town, who everyone called Auntie Gretch. "THE WICKED WITCH IS DEAD!! LOOK RIGHT THERE! THE HOUSE FELL ON HER!!! SHE'S DEAD!!" Auntie Gretch exclaimed.
They looked to where she was pointing, and saw someone's feet sticking out.
"THE WICKED WITCH IS DEAD!!" all the town people cried over and over.
"SHE'S FINALLY DEAD!"
"And it's all thanks to this girl!" Rain said.
"What's your name?" the lollipop munchkins asked.
"Fantasy."
They gave her a lollipop that said her name on it. "This is for you, for killing the Wicked Witch!"
The Lullaby League sang her a song. Rain, the mayor, gave her a speech. Auntie Gretch gave her a neckalace. And suddenly, there was a bright light.
"What is that?" Fantasy said as she shielded her eyes.
"I'm Tragic, the Good Witch of the South." said the light. And suddenly, a person was there. "You are Fantasy, and have killed my sister, the Wicked Witch of the East. You have freed my friends. Thank you. I'll give you anything you want, if I can."
"All I want to do is go home." Fantasy said, thinking of her friends in the Lodging House.
"Well, where is home?" Tragic asked. "I'll bring you there, if it is not in the West, for my other sister, Strider, lives there, and is evil."
"Oh, no. I live in a different world. I live in Manhatten, New York." Fantasy said, as if that was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Then I'm afraid I can't help you. I don't know how to get you back. You'll have to see the Cowboy of Oz for that." Tragic said.
"The Cowboy of Oz?" Fantasy asked, confused.
"Yes."
"How do I get there?" Fantasy asked.
"You need to follow the pape-lined road. Right there." Tragic said, and pointed it out. It was, indeed, a pape-lined road. "Here, take the witch's new shoes that have matching laces, they will keep you safe from most things. At least my sister, Strider, will not be able to touch you."
"Thank you." Fantasy said, while putting on the shoes.
"Just follow the pape-lined road all the way to the city of Oz, where you will find the Cowboy." Tragic said. "Good-bye, Fantasy, I will see you soon."
Tragic disappeared, and Fantasy headed towards the road she had pointed out. As she walked, Legs, Bailey, Jake, Eraser, Atlantic, Dutchy, Rain, and Auntie Gretch sang quietly "Follow the pape-lined road! Follow the pape- lined road! Follow, follow, follow, follow, follow the pape-lined road."
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The end of Chapter Three! I liked that one... now review!! hehe.
