AN: Oh. My. OZ. I was checking the reviews for all my stories, to see if I had any new ones, and wow, you guys! This story has EXACTLY sixty reviews! That is AMAZING and you all have no IDEA how much it means to me that so many people love my story that much! I LOVE hearing from all of you, and reading all the wonderful things you have to say! After a crappy day at school, coming home and reading your reviews-even from previous chapters-always makes me smile and it becomes the highlight of my day! I just wanted to let you all know that I'm so, SO grateful to have this many people reading my story and leaving all these comments! I've set a goal for this story that can only be achieved with your help: Reach one hundred reviews before the final chapter is posted! Remember, my pretties, you are the ONLY ones capable of making this happen, so help me out here! I promise, I will make it worth your while by coming up with a prize for you! Maybe a post-musical epilogue chapter? How does that sound? Help me reach this goal, my pretties, and keep reviewing!

Tons and tons and TONS of love,

Maggie

PS: Several ideas-okay, MOST of-okay, the MAJORITY of the stuff-in this chapter came from areyoufeelingwicked's parody, so a big shout out to her!

Chapter something-or-other (i've lost count): FIYE-Hey, is that a meatball sub sandwich?

*lights go up*

Elphie: *stomps onstage in a huff* DAMMIT! I CAN NOT BELIEVE I JUST LOST MY BOYFRIEND IN AN OZ FREAKING AUCTION! HOW DID IT EVEN REACH THAT POINT, ANYWAY? I MEAN SERIOUSLY? WHAT THE EFFING HELL! AND TO THE GALE FORCE, TOO! WHERE IN THE NAME OF ALL THAT IS HOLY DID THOSE BUTT HEADS GET SIXTY-FRICKING-KAJILLION EFFING BUCKS?

Meanwhile, at the First National Bank of Oz...

Bank Manager: HOLY OZ, WE'VE BEEN ROBBED! CALL THE FIRE DEPARTMENT, SOMEBODY, QUICK! THEY STOLE SIXTY KAJILLION BUCKS! AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!

Back onstage...

Totally Random Old Fashioned Radio that looks like it's from the 1930's: ...And in other news, sixty kajillion bucks have been stolen from the First National Bank of Oz. Anyone with information is urged to contact the fire department immediately. And, as always, a reward is being offered for the capture of the Wicked Wi-

Me & my patented industrial strength mallet (remind you of anything? no? go back a few chappies): DIE DIE DIE! *smashes radio into smithereens*

Elphie: MAGGIE, GET THE FRICK OFFA THIS STAGE!

Me: Why?

Elphie: So I can sing a totally epic, yet angst filled solo!

Me: *gets the frick offa that stage*

Fiyero (tied up on his pole in the background): Ok, I think everybody's ready!

Glinda (from up in the fly space, for whatever strange reason): Well, in that case, let's do this already!

Elphie: Alright!

Me: Okay!

Adam: Here we go!

Fiyero: Alright!

Me: *shoves rag in his mouth since he's not supposed to talk* Let's start!

Elphie: Okay!

Fiyero: Mmmph mmmmph!

Glinda: Alri-

Me: ENOUGH ALREADY, JUST SING!

Elphie: *takes deep breath* FIYEEEEROOOOOOO...

Twenty to thirty minutes later...

Elphie: OOOOO...! I like the ramen, ramen, biscuts, gravy, I like the ramen! I like the ramen, ramen, pancakes, omelets, I like the rameeeen...

Fiyero: *spits out rag* Wait, WHAT?

Elphie: *ignores him* Let the ham not be torn, let the juice leave no stain! Should I butter this wheat bread, or just eat it plain? The egg just won't break, and however they try to destroy it, this tomato just won't fry! I really hate ryyyye!

Glinda (still in the flyspace): I HEAR YA, SISTAH!

Elphie: *ignores her too* I like the ramen, ramen, doughnuts, cupcakes, I like the ramen! I like the ramen, ramen, cookies, popcorn, I like the-I like the-

Fiyero: Pleeeease stop, Fae, I'm HUNGRY!

Elphie: SHUT UP, I'M SAVING YOUR LIFE!

Fiyero: O_o Yes, dear.

Elphie: What good is this soda? I don't even know what I'm drinking! I don't even know which juice I ought to try! Fiyero-

Fiyero: I AM A GOOD BOY!

Bree (did you REALLY think she just up and left suddenly?): Hey, where's Alice?

*Pause*

Meanwhile, up in the fly space, which Glinda recently vacated just moments ago...

Alice: Heh heh heh...This'll show Emmett once and for all!

*Remember where she went off to at the end of the last chapter after the lights mysteriously went out and Emmett thought the blue cows were responsible? No? Don't worry, you'll remember soon enough...*

Back down below where the rest of us are...

*We are searching all over the place for Alice, but can't find any trace of her. Suddenly, a giant anvil comes plummeting down from up above and lands right on top of...EMMETT! We stare for a minute, then shrug and get back to what we were doing before*

Elphie: *goes back to her singing* Nessa...Dr. Dillamond...

Fiyero: What about me?

Elphie: You're special, so you get to have your name done in a really long, drawn out note. I just need to get enough breath to do it, so just keep your pants on!...Although, on second thought, I suppose pants aren't REALLY all that necessary...

Fiyero: Come to think of it, dresses aren't that important either...

*they get hypnotized and just stare at each other with drool coming out of their mouths, each of them lost in their own perverted little daydreams*

Me & Bree: SNAP OUT OF IT!

*they blink, then start blushing*

Elphie: *sucks in big breath*FIYEEEEE-*pant pant*-EEEEEEEROOOOOOO!

Fiyero: BREATHE, FAE, BREATHE!

Bree: How IS she breathing, anyway?

Elphie: *pant* M-Magic...*pant* Remember?

Fiyero: I AM STILL ON A FREAKING POLE OVER HERE, NOT TO MENTION HUNGRY!

Elphie: Here, have some BBQ Lays.

Fiyero: *tries to take bag* I can't grab it with my arms tied to this pole.

Elphie: No problem! *starts feeding him BBQ Lays*

Fiyero: Okay, I'm good now! NO, WAIT, NO I'M NOT, I'M A SCARECROW, NOT GOOD! NOW I CAN'T EVEN FEEL ANYTHING!

Elphie: I KNOW WHAT YOU'LL BE ABLE TO FEEL!

Fiyero: REALLY, WHAT?

Elphie: *starts making out with him*

Me & Bree: *SQUEEEEEEEEEEE!* FIYERABA!

Fiyero: *trying to speak through the kiss* Mmph mmphmmphh!

Elphie: *stops and looks at him* Say what now?

Fiyero: I said, this is REALLY hard to do while I'm tied to this pole. It would feel a lot more...normal if I could move my arms.

Adam: Oh, for the love of...!

Fiyero: YES, YES, THAT IS RIGHT!

Adam: What's right?

Fiyero: You said the word 'love.'

Adam: ...So?

Fiyero: "LOOOOVE!"

Adam: *stares at him blankly*

Fiyero: *exasperated, overly dramatic sigh* LOVE, as in I LOVE Elphaba? THAT WOULD BE CORRECT! FOR THE LOVE OF OZ, MAN, DID YOU OR DID YOU NOT PLAY ME?

*Lights mysteriously go out...again. Everybody starts screaming and panicking*

Fiyero: SOMEBODY POKED ME!

Bree: Ah-HA! So you CAN feel stuff!

Me: Huh? What's going on?

Alice (who can see in the dark cuz she's a vampire): Bree is repeatedly poking him in the ribs with a stick.

Bree (still poking Fiyero): WHO TURNED OFF ALL THE FRICKIN' LIGHTS?

Adam: I BLAME JOE! HE'S THE ONE IN THE CONTROL BOOTH!

Pavarotti's ghost: Chirp chirp! (AN: Pavoratti is the name of Kurt's bird on Glee. He died recently, and Kurt made him a little coffin, then decorated it by hand, and at the end of the episode, he and Blaine had a funeral for him. It was so sweet that he loved that bird so much! He even had a designer cage cover to keep him warm, how cute is that?)

Me: Awww! Pavarotti!

Fiyero: I'M WITH ADAM, THIS IS ALL MANTELLO'S FAULT, AND MAN, BREE, QUIT POKING ME ALREADY!

*Once again, we go out with a bang of chaos, this time with Pavarotti's little ghost flying around chirping and Emmett is, yes, still trapped under that anvil*

AN: I know most of this is almost exactly the same as areyoufeelingwicked's NGD chapter, but when I saw that little "60 reviews" next to the title of the story, I just got all teary-eyed and HAD to update for all you guys, but my mind was, for once, void of ideas, so, areyoufeelingwicked, I'm sorry if I infringed upon your copyright of that chapter, but I needed inspiration to get me going! Please don't sue me! Speaking of those sixty reviews, I need your help, my pretties, to reach that goal of a hundred before the final chapter! Don't forget, if we can reach exactly one hundred reviews before the For Good chapter is posted, you will be rewarded with a post-musical epilogue chapter!

How many parodies have you seen with something like THAT? Because, I dunno about you guys, but in all my time on this site-and I've been reading fics on here longer than I've been a member-I have NEVER, not ONCE, seen a SINGLE parody have anything even REMOTELY close to that, in ANY fandom! So come on, my pretties! Help me out here, and I'll help you! An eye for an eye, a mate for a mate, aye?

Yeah, I know it's usually "tooth for a tooth," but I don't use that. Since I'm addicted to not only Wicked, but also the Twilight Saga, I say "a mate for a mate," because in New Moon, Laurant tells Bella that Victoria thinks since Edward killed her mate, James, it's only fair that she gets to kill Bella, who is, basically, Edward's mate, even though she's not yet a vampire. He uses that term, "An eye for an eye, a mate for a mate," and being the junkie I am, so do I.

Remember, everybody: 100 reviews BEFORE the For Good chapter = post musical epilogue chapter!

xoxo,

Maggie

PS: Who liked Pavarotti's guest appearance? It's my tribute to the little guy-may he rest in peace!