A/N: Ok, here comes Part II.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
"Okay, Fiyero, really, the chip dip isn't this important," Elphaba whispered as they crept quietly through the fields of Munchkinland.
"Oh, yes it is," said Fiyero. "Now," he added grimly, "it's personal."
"Oh, wonderful," exclaimed Elphaba sarcastically.
"Ssssh!"
"Where are we even going?"
"We're going to take the house that fell on Nessa, you're going to magic-spell it into the air, and we're going to drop it onto the chip dip."
"Ah, rotting flesh and French onion, what a pleasant olfactory combination," said Elphaba sarcastically.
"You're a witch, you would think so."
"You're an idiot. Do you not get sarcasm?"
"I live with you, don't I?"
"You really want me to pull a house off my dead sister and drop it on a jar of chip dip?"
"Would you?"
"Fi-ine."
About an hour later, the two came upon the house. Elphaba shuddered involuntarily.
"You really want to do this?" asked Fiyero gently.
"Uh, no, Fiyero, I do not have any particular desire to throw a house at a jar of chip dip."
"Right. Well, uh, have fun."
"Aven tatay aven tatay ditum…"
"Whoa! I see it now, too!"
"What are you talking about?"
"The house flying through the air! I see it!"
"Duh. It's like five feet above your head. By the way, if I were you, I'd move."
"Right," said Fiyero, and obeyed after he placed the chip dip on the ground. "Ok, you can put the house down now."
"Uh…" Elphaba didn't move.
"What?"
"Yeah, that whole un-levitation spell thing? Haven't quite got that one down yet."
"Great," moaned Fiyero. "You know what we have to do now, don't you?"
"Um…leave?"
"No! Go see the Wizard!"
"Did you miss the whole Wizard…is…not…magical…thing the first time, and the time with that annoying Dorothy kid?"
"Uh…you don't have to be able to do magic to open a jar of chip dip. I mean, you're magical, and you can't do it."
"That whole 'not really stupid thing?' I take it back."
