Heyy guys! ITs up! RR pleez :-D And I finally got this thing figured out lol. My other chapter in-betweens weren't showing up before but now they are, which is definately a good thing. So here's the next chapter, and now it should make some more sense.

"He is going to pay for that one . . ." Cyborg said to himself as he stood in front of a small wooden house. He sighed, and looked down at his feet. They were purely made of tin . . . he even had tin toes. The joints connecting his legs together (where his knees WOULD be) were rusted . . . thanks to Beast Boy's little trick. He couldn't move his arms . . . he couldn't move his legs . . . he couldn't move or do anything but sit there and wait.

It was pure nothingness.

"Oh MAN is he payin for that one . . ."

He heard a rustle in the trees, and jerked his head toward the noise.

"Raven?" He heard the tree rustle once more, and watched the overly-bright green leaves shake and shimmy in the sunlight.

"Robin?" Suddenly a crow swooped down from the tree, and landed on Cyborg's shoulder. He sighed a puff of air, and looked at the ground while the large black bird started to peck his head for and caw annoyingly.

Beast Boy (or girl) closed his communicator, and placed it inside his blue dress pocket. Almost instantly, the little puppy in his basket YIPPED. Beast Boy was getting annoyed by the little black ball of fur. He turned to it and looked at in the eye.

"You never know when to shut up do you?" As if in response, it yipped at him happily and wagged its tail.

"Wow. I wonder if I'm this annoying when I'm a dog." Beast Boy sighed, and began to walk toward the center of the colorful spiral of bricks patterned in the middle of the . . . whatever it was. He stood in the middle of it, spinning around in circles and looking at the surroundings about him. There were endless flowers, a beautiful fountain, lovely little houses (way to small for any ordinary person) and the colors were brighter than he'd ever imagined. For a moment he stared in silence; nothing to bother him, nothing to YIP at him . . . he had all the time in the world.

Or so he thought.

Beast Boy's thoughts were rudely interrupted by a sudden burst of voices ringing in his ears. He jumped from fear and screamed at the sudden rush of people crashing into him.

"Follow the yellow brick road . ."

"AHHHHH!"

"Follow the yellow brick road . . ."

"YIP!"

"FOLLOW FOLLOW FOLLOW FOLLOW FOLLOW THE YELLOW BRICK ROAD!"

Beast Boy curled up I fear, and held onto his knees and he watched the munchkins twirl and dance in unison around him. The shadows creeped along his back and his face, and even the little puppy crawled into his arms for protection. The midgets danced along together singing merrily, but ever so scarily, in repetition.

"FOLLOW THE YELLOWBRICK, FOLLOW THE YELLOWBRICK, FOLLOW THE YELLOWBRICK ROAD . . ."

"Ummmm. . ." He began, trying to catch their attention with one finger. Unfortunately for him, their singing was too loud for them to hear anything.

"Excuse me!" He tried again, nearly on his knees now instead. He switched little Toto into his other arm, and held him close. The dancing munckins had yet to hear him, and they weren't even looking at him . . . just signing as if it was absolutely normal to create a huge crowd of dancing munckins around a green boy . . . or girl.

"HELLO!!!" He yelled at the top of his lungs. Finally in a little while, they stopped their dance, as if realizing for the first time that Beast Boy was there in plain sight. They looked down upon him, their eyes glowing in a surprising fierce anger. Beast Boy's eyes dilated slowly.

They scared him.

He slowly stood up, replaced the mut into his basket. He slowly backed away, through a small opening between some people. All eyes were still set on him as he began to back away from crowd of so many people. He held the basket to his chest, a silent dread lurking in his heart.

"YIP!" the dog barked, and Beast Boy hurried fast to close its mouth. He looked up at the crowd of munchkins and watched them as their tiny feet stampeded against the earth.

All at once, he turned around and ran, following the yellow brick road. The tiny black dog started yipping once again the scream of 1000 munchkins behind.

Yes indeed, they were after him.

He ran as far as his legs could carry him, and soon passed Cyborg standing in front of the house.

"Dude, I'm over here man! Your going the wrong way!! HEY!"

"EVIL MUNCHKINS!!" Beast Boy yelled back, and almost as soon as he'd disappeared from Cyborgs sight, a huge stampede of Munchkins swarmed after the changeling. Cyborg watched with his mouth wide open, and watched as they chased his friend and only hope into the distance.

He smiled.

"Boo ya."

A young tamaranian girl awoke to the sound of chirping birds and of the sweet smell of pie. She opened her eyes, and sat up slowly from her resting place. She brushed a hand through her long red hair, and wiped the tears away from her dew-dropped green eyes. She opened them slowly, and shielded them as the light sunk into her eyelids and created a sharp pain. She reopened them once more, and looked at her surroundings. She was laid onto a combination of 4 tiny beds, with white sheets draped over herself. The room was warm with a small fireplace in the corner, and a small window was nearby to look from.

She threw her legs over the side of the bed, and proceeded to stand up. She didn't remember why she was here, nor did she remember even arriving there. All she could remember was a cloaked figure forcing her to fall asleep with a sharp needle . . .

Whatever. She was bustling with too much curiosity to care at the moment.

She looked around the room once more until she spied a small brown door, and proceeded to open it delightedly. She looked out from the corner, and tiptoed down the steps until she had reached the bottom. She had landed in the hallway, apparently. She smiled and looked around the cottage walls, tracing her fingertips along the borders and the tiny intricate designs.

Oh, it was breathtaking.

She noticed outside of a window was a garden, and she loved to see the 'life of green'. She ran outside through the door, and she ran through the flowers of the garden. The colors made her want to dance with joy, as so many things seemed to do. She sat on the ground with a thump, and landed on her knees. She bent down low to smell the sweet aromas, and was overjoyed at their individual scents. She crawled along the grassy lines, smelling each sweet aroma as she passed it.

"Oh how delightful!" She said in happiness as she traveled from flower to flower. After some time has passed, she moved to fast and too quickly to notice that there was a pond near. She moved her nose along and suddenly felt her nose as cold and wet. She opened her eyes to see her reflection in the small pond, and was surprised to see herself differently. She was not wearing her usual outfit . . . but one of velvet and loveliness. It was elegant, as a princess could wear. She wore a blue ribbon in her hair, and her hair draped messily over her shoulders. She traced her hands along the golden threads and ties surrounding her bodice, and stared at herself in shock. She felt her face, and stared at the pond, her mind unsure of what it meant . . . of what anything meant.

Nothing made sense.