The Wicked Witch of the West looked on the miserable bound figures of the Scarecrow, Tin Man, and Cowardly Lion.
"Welcome to my castle!" she cackled. Then she looked around. "Where's the young girl?"
"Here!" announced the leader of the Winged Monkeys as he walked in with Dorothy holding Toto in her arms..
"Fool! Why haven't you tied her up as you did the others?" the Witch snapped angrily at him.
"She has the mark of the Witch of the North," he explained. "I can't act against that."
"Get out of my sight!" the Witch commanded. She tapped her magic cane on the floor and all the Winged Monkeys vanished.
The Witch approached Dorothy. A menacing smile lit her hideous features as she stared her down with her one eye not covered by the eye patch.
She cackled with glee as she put a bony hand on Dorothy's shoulder and said, "Aren't you brave! And aren't you pretty! Now be a good girl and give me my sister's slippers! Remember dear, the Witch of the North cannot protect you from me!"
Dorothy glared at the Witch. "I'm not afraid of you!" she declared.
Then Toto made a point he wasn't, either. He jumped from Dorothy's arms and bit the Witch's arm. The Witch let out a loud screech of pain.
Dorothy quickly ran away from her and rushed to her tied up friends.
"I'll untie you!" she exclaimed.
"Don't worry about us! Run and save yourself!" the Scarecrow told her anxiously.
"No! I must!" Dorothy started to protest.
"Run, Dorothy, run!" The Lion shouted.
Dorothy glanced around and then took off running.
"I'll fix her and that nasty little dog!" The Witch declared as she rubbed the dog bite on her arm. "Guards, don't let her escape!" she ordered her Winkie guards.
The guards instantly took off running after Dorothy. Dorothy ran from them so fast her dress rustled from behind and her panties showed a little bit. But she had no time to be concerned about that now.
She rushed out the door and down a flight of stairs, huffing and puffing as she went. The guards followed after her quickly. She kept running faster and dashed behind a wall and stood as still as possible. She watched from the corner of her left eye as the guards ran past the wall and out of sight. She glanced over her shoulder a moment and noticed two guards were still running to catch up with the others and she quickly turned back and stood still again just before one of them ran past as well. Then the second guard ran right past her without even noticing her.
She let out a deep breath of extreme relief. She had avoided the guards and was safe. But her relief was very short lived for just then she heard the Witch's gleeful cackling coming near her.
"You can't hide from me!" she heard the witch sneer.
Dorothy gasped. She felt her heart beat racing. She kept standing very still and hoped against hope the Witch wouldn't find her.
But then the Witch suddenly appeared from around the corner and stared her down again.
"Ah! So there you are!" the Witch said as she approached.
Dorothy took off running again, and this time even faster than before. She hurried down another longer flight of stairs, ran down the corridor and through the open door and out onto a long high bridge. She began running across it faster than she ever had in her life thinking once she reached the other side she could be safe.
But then quite suddenly she heard the sound of crumbling bricks coming from behind her and the bridge began falling away faster and faster. She heard the all too familiar sound of the Witch's cackling from above her and knew she was doing this.
Dorothy tried to run even faster than ever trying to outrun the collapsing bridge but suddenly her foot landed on a brick just as it gave way and she stumbled over backwards and fell.
She let out a great scream of horror as she felt herself falling freely and helplessly down through the air. Then quite suddenly she flipped over and felt her dress shoot up from behind fully exposing her panties. She continued screaming with as much the fear and dread of how her landing would be as much as the humiliation of the exposure of her unmentionables; and hearing the Witch's cackling again from above didn't help this feeling either.
Then from far below her she saw the Lion come running out a door and along a lower bridge.
"I'm coming, Dorothy!" he called up to her while running as fast as he could.
She stopped screaming and reached her arms out to catch onto him as she fell closer and closer toward him. He reared up and made a small jump into the air. She bent down with her hands outreaching for his back.
Unfortunately, at that exact moment she let out a big fart into her panties and somehow it caused her to go sailing over to the side and fall away from her grasp for the Lion's back.
She started screaming again and began wriggling and writhing in the air as she tried in vain to push down her dress to cover panties again. As she did so she involuntarily clicked the heels of her Ruby Slippers together once, and then twice, and then again. Suddenly she flipped again. This time onto her back and her dress shot up from the front now and thus her panties became exposed in their full pure white glory from all around her.
Tears came to her eyes as she got closer and closer to the ground below. Then as a reflex she closed her eyes and silently hoped that somehow she would have a safe landing.
Then, quite unexpectedly, she let out an even bigger fart than before that caused her panties to puff up around her and then her dress also puffed way up and spread out like a parachute and also acted as one. She slowly turned upright as her falling slowed down more and more. She calmed down and opened her eyes and her breathing regulated as she neared the ground below.
When she came down she landed softly and gently on her feet. Then her dress unpuffed and went down over her panties which had also unpuffed and now covered them again. As she glanced down at her feet she thought for just a moment she saw the Ruby Slippers glowing. But then decided she must have imagined it.
She exhaled an extreme sigh of relief. Then observed her surroundings. She was just outside of the Witch's castle. Now she had to go back in for she had to get back to her friends.
She cautiously entered the castle again and began tiptoeing down a corridor. She stopped and froze when she heard the sound of the Witch's Winkie guards once again running up to her in their search for her. She looked all around for some place to hide. She spotted a door to her right and ran to it reaching for the knob hoping desperately it wouldn't be locked and was so relieved when it opened.
She rushed into the room at once and carefully but swiftly closed the door. Unfortunately, as the door closed a thick wave of dust from the floor flew up around her and entered her delicate nose, making her feel like sneezing something awful.
Just then she heard the sound of the guards footsteps running up from behind the door.
"If I sneeze they will surely find me," she thought and put her finger under her nose firmly and waited in agony for the guards to run past.
She stood very still and presently heard the guards running straight past the closed door. Overwhelmed with relief she removed her finger from under her nose and was even more relieved that she no longer felt like sneezing at all.
Carefully, she opened the door and stepped back outside into the drafty castle. She began walking along the corridor the guards had come from still wanting to get back to her friends and see if they were alright.
She hadn't gone very far at all when quite suddenly the sneeze which she had held in reentered her nose just refusing to be suppressed. Then it came on and then out of her so fast she had no time to even get her hand let alone handkerchief to her face in time. So she ended up just spewing out a huge mass of spray from her nose and mouth thoroughly laden with germs.
Immediately afterward she was struck with the fear that her sneeze had been heard by someone she wouldn't want to find her. She stood still and frozen to the spot in this thought and listened carefully for any sign.
"Bless you." She heard a voice say coming from around the corner. She started and for just a moment was overcome with the dread that her fear had been confirmed. But then she realized that she recognized the voice.
She turned her head and saw the Lion come out from around the corner. She couldn't have been happier and more relieved to see him.
He looked very sympathetic and worried toward her. "Poor Dorothy," he said. "Are you alright, my dear?"
"Uh-huh," she assured him with a smile. "Thanks!" she rushed forward and threw her arms around his neck and hugged him causing him to blush.