"Whoa, what's wrong with your face?" Jack blurted.

"Jack, that's not very nice," Dorothy scolded. "Although it's a good question."

"She was born that way," Glinda interjected. "And she's rather sensitive about it, so I wouldn't…"

"Would you shut up you pink ninny," the woman snapped. "I can defend myself. I'm the Wicked Witch of the West!"

"Wait a minute!" Jack pointed at the Witch. "I saw you flying on a broom in the tornado!"

Dorothy was very confused. Where had the tornado taken them? Were they in Oklahoma? Aunt Em and Uncle Henry had always warned her that in Oklahoma people were very different, but she didn't realize that that had meant some of them were green. Were there more green people? And more disconcerting, she kept hearing a high-pitched giggling coming from somewhere. It was actually quite annoying.

As Glinda, the Wicked Witch of the West, and Jack argued about something, Dorothy turned back to her house.

"AAAHHHH!"

Jack whirled around when Dorothy screamed.

"What?"

"Look! My house squished someone!"

And Dorothy was right. Sticking out from under her porch were two legs in black and white striped stockings. Whoever Dorothy's house had squished was also wearing the weirdest looking shoes Jack had ever seen. Covered in jewels and sparkling in the sun, Jack thought whoever had made them had over done it. Who would even want to wear shoes like that? Some hungry peasant would just come and beat you up for them.

"What have you done, you filthy little brat?" The Witch shoved past Jack and ran towards the legs. "Oh what a world, oh what a world."

"I don't get it," Jack turned to Glinda.

"Well, um…that was her sister. The Wicked Witch of the East."

"Oh dang."

Dorothy wanted to faint. Or slap someone. Or slap herself. She felt horrible. Although technically it wasn't her fault that her house had dropped where it was. Really if the Witch was going to be mad at anything, she should be mad at the twister. And those shoes! They reminded Dorothy of a pair she had always admired in the windows of one of the many stores on the main streets of the big cities Uncle Henry and Aunt Em would occasionally take her to visit. She had always wanted a pair.

"I really am sorry," she approached the quivering green figure.

"Don't come near me!" the Witch screamed. "You…you…MURDERER!"

Jack felt kind of bad for Dorothy, who simply stood there sputtering. After all, she hadn't really had all that much control over where her house was falling. Before anyone could say anything more, the ground began to shake.

"Oh no," Glinda sighed. "Now you've done it."

"Is the cyclone coming back?" Dorothy looked around frantically for Toto, who was still attached to Jack's wrist. "Toto, where are you?"

"I got 'im," Jack raised his hand painfully.

"It's not a tornado. It's Will."

"Will?"

"Yes, nephew come to me!" the Witch jumped to her feet and began to shout. "Come see what this horrible little girl has done to your mother!"

"I'm coming, Auntie!"

"Good grief," Jack though, "This guy can yell as loud as my mother."

By now the ground was shaking so violently that Jack, Dorothy, and Glinda were knocked off their feet. The Witch seemed to be able to keep her balance better than the rest of them. Jack looked up to see a man running at them. The strange thing was, the closer the man got, the bigger he seemed to be. Jack figured he was just seeing things, after all, the man couldn't really be…

"Glinda," Jack looked at her nervously, "why is that guy huge?"

"He's a giant."

"Like a real one?"

"Foolish children, of course he is," the Witch cackled. "Now you'll be sorry."

Dorothy, Glinda, and Jack all huddled together as the enormous man bonded towards them eagerly. As he got closer, Jack and Dorothy realized he wasn't much older than they. About 20 feet taller, but not much older. The ground shook even more violently as he ran towards them.

"What is it, Auntie," the gigantic man bent down to the Witch.

"Look at what they've done to your Mother, Boy," she pointed.

"Mommy!"

Dorothy, Glinda, and Jack were almost deafened by the loud cry. The giant ran over to Dorothy's house and picked it up. The figure underneath was flattened in the most painful looking way. Gingerly, the giant peeled the dead woman off the ground and held her gingerly in one hand. A tear fell from his cheek soaking the three and Toto.

"I'm taking Mommy home," he sobbed and turned to run away.

"Wait, my house!" Dorothy cried.

But it was too late, the giant ran off. Holding his mother in one hand and Dorothy's house in the other. The Witch cackled as he left.

"That will teach you to go around dropping houses on people my pretty," she crowed and, in a puff of red smoke, disappeared.

"Jack, my house!" Dorothy grabbed his arm.

"What do you want me to do about it?"

"Stop him."

Jack stared at her incredulously.

"How the Hell am I supposed to stop a giant from stealing your house, that you dropped on his mom?"

"Well…" he had a point. "I don't know. You're a boy. You're supposed to help me."

Jack slapped his knees and laughed. He kept laughing until he realized that Glinda and Dorothy were both staring at him.

"What?"

"We have to get my house back," Dorothy whined.

"How?"

"The Wizard!" Glinda exclaimed. At their clueless looks she explained further, "He's the ruler of all Oz. He'll know what to do. Go see him."