Mark was just about to turn the power switch of the blender on when he heard a very faint scream. "HELP! GET ME OUTTA HERE! MARK! MARKIE! GET ME OUT!"

Mark suddenly froze and scanned the entire loft, looking for the source of that voice. No it couldn't have been Roger, or Frodo, or Maureen, or Jeff, or Brad Pitt or even himself. So that means it must be…….

"GLINDA!" he screamed when realisation hit his face (and knocked his glasses off in the process). He put them back on, shoved his hand right down to the bottom of the blender and freed Glinda from the beef jerky ingredients. Out she sprang from the blender, this time smelling like processed meat, Dijon mustard and ice cream but still happy that she was free from her confinement. But Mark, however, wasn't so lucky. While his hand was still in the blender, he accidentally switched on the main power switch, and well…….…….let's just say, without going into any gory details, that the beef jerky shake got some added flavour from Mark's pale albino skin, bits of his flesh, finger bones, blood and muscle all mixed into it. When he finally managed to wrestle his arm out, with the help of Elsie, his hand looked like it got eaten off by a riverful of piranhas.

"WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" cried Mark, as he cried gigantic rivers of tears and gestured towards his arm-less hand (or was it his hand-less arm?). Anyway, Glinda and Elsie tried their best to cal him down but nothing could lessen his distress. "I want my hand back! Please! Give me my hand back!"

Suddenly, beautiful fairy music filled the loft, followed by a soft, pink colour. Everyone turned towards the sound and all their jaws dropped to their floor (yes, I know sock puppets don't have jaws, but this is a magical fairy land, so she can have whatever the hell I want her to have) when they saw Kristin Chenoweth descending from the ceiling wearing a beautiful poofy pink wedding gown, arm-length matching gloves, a sparkly tiara, and carrying a long shiny wand while being supported by two giant wires hanging from her back. Mark couldn't believe his eyes.

"Ohh my goodness!" he exclaimed breathlessly. "Are you-

"Yes it's Kristin Chenoweth, you're musical fairy godmother," she said, smiling so hard her face looked like it was going to break. "And I am here to-

"HEYY! Back off, bitch! This is my gig!" yelled Benny, the witch of Cyberland, who suddenly floated in on his trademark bubble in his trademark sparkly purple gown, curly blond wig and sparkly purple tiara. He raised his mighty wig and used it to shove Kristin Chenoweth right out the window, where she fell out and landed into a garbage truck carrying dirty diaper bags. Benny smiled with satisfaction.

"Stupid blond little skank, thinks she can steal my job from me," he mumbled quietly to himself. Then he smiled his trademark plastic smile at everybody, who by this time were staring at him with really bored expressions because they thought the other blond witch was far more interesting to look at. "Now then, did you say you wanted your hand back?" he said to Mark, who nodded readily while trying to wipe his tears away with his other hand. Benny closed his eyes, waved his magic wand and uttered the magic words:

"I like big butts and I cannot lie, your otha' brothas can't deny, that when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist-"

Suddenly Mark's hand grew back…...…but it wasn't a human hand like he wanted. Instead he got a dog's paw; a Golden Labrador's to be exact; with four claws and that tiny one at the back of the leg, the one which no one really knows what the heck it's for. Mark stared at it confusedly, then at Benny, then shrugged his shoulders and decided that at least a dog's hand was better than a hand that looked like it got eaten up by a riverful of angry barracudas (or was it piranhas? I don't recall).

"Errrrr, thank you, Benny," he mumbled, and Benny smiled widely at him and disappeared back in his bubble. Mark took Glinda to the bathroom and helped her get clean. While Glinda sat in the bathtub covered in soap suds, and Mark washed her clean, their eyes met. Pale blue eyes connected with bright rainbow-coloured eyes. The connection still remained even while Mark wrung Glinda dry and put her to bed (even though it was still 6pm and therefore too early for bed). Glinda smiled shyly and patted the empty space next to her. Mark smiled back shyly and removed everything except for his yellow polka-dotted, full-bodied thermal underwear and got into bed with her. The two of them held hands and looked at each other.

Glinda spoke first. "I don't think I can keep this a secret any longer, Mark. I really can't handle it anymore."

Mark nodded. "I know. Neither can I. But I'm not yet ready to tell them all about our relationship."

"Well, I am," said Glinda, pouting, with a little bit of hurt in her voice. "Why don't you think about what I want for a change?"

Mark sighed and squeezed her hand. "Look, I love you Glinda. Really I do. But I'm just a little confused right now."

"Well, what on earth are you so confused about?"

"Well, for one, you're a sock puppet and I'm a human. And second, Maureen's going to be really uncomfortable when she finds out, even though she's married to Joanne and having an affair with Elsie at the same time. I'm sorry, I just don't know what to do," he whimpered.

Glinda gently patted his face with her socky hand. "There there now, Pookie. If you want, we'll wait a little bit longer. But then after that, we have to make it known because I have had enough of this secrecy."

Mark smiled sadly. "Ok. Thank you Glinda."

Glinda smiled back. "I love you, Marky-buns."

Mark hugged her and kissed her. "I love you too, Glinda."

And so the two secret lovers consummated their relationship in Mark's bed, not realising that Camera was hiding in the corner of the room, filming everything, with a jealous anger burning in her eyes (or is it lens?). Little did they know how much she knew about their affair and just how furious she was……….

Oh dearie me. What are Mark and Glinda going to do about their relationship? What's Maureen gonna do? What's Camera gonna do?

Well, I don't have a damn clue myself, but stay tuned to find out! –giggles-

Oh, and 10 points to anyome who can find references from the Ellen episode with Kristin Chenoweth, the Cold Case episode with Adam Pascal and a tiny snippet from the song "The Story of Chess" from the musical 'Chess'. -winks-