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All done by Ember Witch.

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Suddenly the Good Witch froze and an excitable grin spread across her face. "I should PACK!"

She proceeded to skip out of the room.

Chelsea looked around. "Well, I guess I should pack too." She looked at herself. "Ok done. Now to go see how her royal pinkness is doing."

As Chelsea made her way down the hall, she could hear Glinda belting something from her wardrobe. Chelsea found the wardrobe, but not Glinda. "Glinda? Where are you?" She called.

A very faint and distant voice replied, "In my closet!"

Chelsea swam through a mountain of suitcases with gowns piled on them, found the door marked 'closet' and opened it. She immediately blanched. "Oh my." Glinda was a tiny pink bug about three miles away. The walls were stuffed with ball gowns and fans.

When Chelsea arrived at Glinda, she was out of breath. "This..is your closet?"

"Yes, why?"

"It's as big as my home town!"

"It's not that big, you should see my other ones."

"Ones? Plural?"

"Well, this is the West Wing closet,"

"There's an EAST WING CLOSET?"

"And a North, and a South."

"Cheese and rice." Chelsea swore.

Glinda frowned at Chelsea. "Why, don't you have a closet for every direction?"

"No."

"I'm sorry."

"So, are you packed?" Chelsea said with apprehension.

"Yep! Didn't you see all those suitcases at the door?"

"Glinda, those were all ball gowns. ... and fans."

"There's a ball gown for every occasion." She recited knowingly, then held up a camouflage gown.

Chelsea looked impressed. "Actually, that's kind of cute," but quickly regained herself. "But it's still not practical! Don't you have any pants?"

Glinda was interested. "What are...pants?"

"Oh you poor child."

"If this is what you call poor..." she said, gesturing around.

"Never mind. Let's move on to shoes."

Glinda smiled proudly, "I'm glad you asked!" and with that she flipped a switch, and the room began to spin rapidly.

Chelsea did a nose dive screaming, "TAKE COVER!"

After the room ceased spinning Glinda turned to her companion, who was curled in a fetal position on the floor, sobbing.

"There, there. It's ok." Glinda chirped as she patted Chelsea's head.

"Don't touch me!" Chelsea stammered as she stood up to survey the room. Apparantly Glinda had installed a very Phantom of the Opera-esque wall-flipping mechanism, revealing that behind the wall of gowns was a wall of shoes.

Glinda scoffed, "How rude!"

"What is this?" Chelsea exclaimed at the sight of wall to wall heels.

Glinda puffed out her chest in pride, "This is my shoe collection."

Chelsea looked in horror at the many pairs of shoes, "Some people would lock you up for this..."

Glinda stood proudly and declared, "If loving shoes is a crime...then I am guilty."

"You don't say..." Chelsea added as she marveled at the height of the heels. "Do you happen to have anything...oh how to say this...FLAT!"

Glinda gasped, "How vulgar!"

Chelsea tried to remain calm, "Glinda...I want you to picture a forest."

"Uh huh." Glinda nodded.

"With lots of little bunnies and deer..."

"Awwwww!"

"And bunny and deer poo..."

"Chelsea please!"

"And mud..."

"Make it stop!"

"And now picture these!" Chelsea spat as she thrust a pink 5 inch heel in front of Glinda.

"I understand..."

"Finally." Chelsea sighed, "For a moment I thought I'd lost you."

"I should get these in green!" she exclaimed clapping.

Chelsea stared at her wide eyed.

Glinda waited anxiously for her response, bouncing.

"Ok, let's begin again shall we? Sit." she ordered.

Glinda looked confused and a little hurt at being ordered around, but sat.

"Good, thank you."

"You're welcome!"

"Ok, we will need to wear something more along the lines of this..." she explained as she pulled off her own shoe.

Glinda stared at the muddy combat boot in front of her. It was then that Chelsea realized, after a good minute, that Glinda wasn't breathing.

"Breathe, woman!" she exclaimed, slapping her cheek.

"Ow!" Glinda managed, somewhat hurt.

"What was that fir?"

Chelsea was appalled, "Glinda, are you southern?"

"No!" she blurted out quickly, cursing Dorothy under her breath.

Chelsea looked freaked, "And I thought Sara and I were wacked."

Sara's voice suddenly entered Chelsea's mind, "see it gets worse!" Chelsea began to beat her head hoping to get a better signal.

"Hello, Base Ops this is Chelsea...come in Base Ops, do you copy?" she shouted, while walking around the room trying to get a better signal.

Glinda stared in fear, "and I'm going on a trip where my life is in her hands because...?"

"I think I can make contact if I get on the roof." she added.

"Yes! That's where you came from!" Glinda said excitedly.

"Technically no, but we won't go there...so do you have a ladder?"

"Honey, you can just take the stairs."

"Oh, right." she said before tromping off to the roof.