Chapter 2- Find the Grail
A/N: Things are looking up now. This chapter is quite a bit longer. Again, I don't own Monty Python, The Wizard of Oz, The Wiz, or any of the Pythons.
Graham woke up and looked around. He was in a bright garden. He fell out of the bed and realized he could stand again. He looked about himself to realize he was young and healthy again. He no longer wore hospital garments but his famous Colonel uniform and in his breast pocket, his trusty pipe stuck out. He smiled, pleased with this and looked around. Suddenly, he heard a voice.
"Hey! Sire!"
Graham recognized this voice and turned around to see a rather familiar face.
"Terry?"
"Terry? No, sire, I'm Patsy."
Graham stared at him. He had to ask him a question.
"Terr- Patsy, is this Heaven?"
"No," said another familiar voice.
Graham snapped around to see what was obviously a man in drag. He smiled.
"Terry?"
"No. I am the Good Spam Lady of the North! You have done a great thing." The Spam Lady said.
Graham looked around.
"What have I done?"
"Why, you've killed the Wicked Pepperpot of the East." The Spam Lady said as she motioned to the feet sticking out from underneath his hospital bed. On these feet were two cans of spam.
"Umm…. Where am I?"
"Why, you are in Oz. my dear. You are in the Gilliam Country."
"Then wasn't I supposed to kill the Wicked Witch of the East? And aren't you supposed to be the Good Witch of the North. And wasn't this Munchkin Country"
"No. You see, the Witches all left Oz in 1968, along with the munchkins and winkies and so on. When your television program came on in 1969, all of the characters came to Oz as they were used. Unfortunately, duplicates were made of some of us due to popularity of the characters and an evil copy appeared in different places of Oz. I have an evil twin in the West and there is a Good Pepperpot in the South."
Graham nodded, slightly confused.
"So, why am I here?" he asked.
"Well, I am not quite sure." The Spam Lady replied.
"Is there a way I can get back home?"
"Well, the only way I know of is to consult the Grail of Oz. It knows all."
Suddenly, a Gilliam-esque animation appeared and motioned to the hospital bed. Graham and the Spam Lady looked at the bed to see that the feet were gone and all that was left were the cans of spam.
"Look! The wicked Pepperpot disappeared!" the Animation said.
"Yes. It seems it has! Well, my dear Graham-"
"Wait! How do you know my name?"
"Well, as I said, I am a character from your TV show. I know all of your names though you are the only Python to visit Oz. Anyway, now you must go and consult the Grail of Oz. you can wear the cans of Spam because they hold powers even I don't know about."
"But I don't-"
"I know. Just wear the cans."
Graham grumbled as he put on the cans of spam. He turned to ask another question to the Spam Lady but he soon realized she was gone.
"Um… how do I get to the Grail?" Graham asked the animation.
"Follow the Yellow Brick Road. It's where the Emerald City used to be."
"Figures," Graham thought. "Come along Patsy." Graham called to Pasty who began clicking coconuts behind him. Graham decided to play along and pretended as though he were riding a horse.
As the two rode off into the distance, a giant foot stepped down on top of the Animation. But no one seemed to care for this was a regular occurrence in Oz nowadays.
A/N: Well, I hoped you like this chapter. Please review but no Flames. Again, I hope not to offend.