Chapter Eight – Chicks dig the Rock God.

"We're off to the Wizard, the wonderful Wizard of Oz."

"Hey, you there!" Sawyer called to a passing scarecrow.

"Yes Sir?" He replied.

"You got the wrong story, this is Lost. You want The Wizard of Oz."

"Oh, well thank you!"

When the scarecrow departed, the silence prevailed once more, the only sound being the rustling of leaves and steady marching of feet. Claire was at the rear of the party, trying to paint her nails as she walked, stumbling along the way. Locke was in the middle, moaning to himself that he was still the better Lostie Ranger. And of course Jack was in front of Claire, walking moodily as he did, scribbling on his hand that he hated life.

"It's up here folks." Sawyer smiled, pointing to a hill not far off.

"Hey guys, what happened to those chickens before Sawyer got here?" Claire asked.

"I think Lockley forgot about them, but it still works doesn't it?"

Everybody made noises of agreement. "Hey, what's that awful noise?" Jack asked moodily, covering his ears.

"Sounds like a guitar…" Locke said.

Moving on top of the hill, they saw Charlie with his guitar, in the middle of the ground, chickens surrounded him – watching as he played an unbearable tune.

"The wheels… Yeah the wheels! On the bus! They go – yeah they go, they go round and round, round and round, you know they go round and round!"

"Charlie!" Sawyer called to him.

"Oh hi guys – I'm just playing an old nursery song." Charlie shouted back, waving.

"What? The chicks haven't killed you?"

"No, turns out chicks dig a Rock God."

"But Charlie – The Udders were supposed to have taken you! Not the Chicks!" Locke told him, confused.

"Yeah, turns out they're in cahoots. The Udders and the Chicks are working together to dominate The Island."

"You got all that from a couple of clucks?" Sawyer asked, scratching his chin.

"Charlie's God?" Claire asked innocently.

"Yeah babe, you better believe it. Where's Boone?"

"Locke killed him." Jack said moodily.

"Did not!"

"Oh my God… that's so awful…" Charlie whispered, the chicks unaware of his conversation, as they were too busy eating chicken feed, which miraculously appeared from nowhere.

"Oh well, let's go!" Charlie smiled, taking his guitar and making his way to the others.

Making their way back to camp, they all looked to each other, and turned their milk activation belts off – returning to regular islanders.

"You know." Locke said. "The Blue one was the worst one."

"We don't speak of this ok?" Jack told them…moodily.

"Agreed." They cried in unison.

"Now, there's the issue of the Udders. Since we have Charlie back – we can search for them. It's what Boone wanted. Wait… Where the hell did we leave French Chick?"

As soon as Sawyer spoke, Shannon came over to them, running and screaming; "French Chick is using my cosmetics!"

As each of them took a sigh, they stood together in a line and shouted;

"Milk Power Activate…again!"

"Right guys, we take care of the French Chick, and then sort The Udders out – agreed?"

"Agreed." The said again.

"NO! I want to be team leader!" Locke shouted, stomping his feet.

"Oh you are." Sawyer said, tapping his head – "In here."