Elphaba reversed the illusion and said, "We weren't actually alone, Madame Morrible, and there was no speech. We just said that so we'd get you out of the Emerald City." Elphaba nodded to me and I went over to the window and called, "It's on." Glinda nodded, left the Witch Hunters, and called, back to me, "It's on."
The Witch Hunters looked around, and, after realizing Glinda was gone, prepared to go to Kiamo Ko. I glanced out the window and said, "Get ready, here it goes everything." Glinda nodded and said, "It's on." I gritted my teeth and nodded. Elphaba said, "The speech—I have an idea." I noticed that Elphaba suddenly got nervous and I said, "We can't back down." I stared at her sternly and she and said, "What do we do now? The Witch Hunters will be here soon."
I nodded quickly and she asked, "Remember when you said you'd sing that other song—"Tell Me Something I Don't Know"—later?" I nodded and she hissed, "I think that the time for you to sing that song is now." I nodded and said, "It's on." Then I froze and I said, "I have a better song idea. Just follow my lead." I dropped my voice when Madame Morrible glared at the three of us and I said, "Oh, and, um, Madame Morrible, by the way, in the words of Maximum Ride, "And you're a pathetic, cold wastoid, who's going to grow old alone and die and then roast in hell forever." She gasped and Elphaba started snickering. Glinda's eyes just widened and I said, "'Well, I get under people's skins. It's a gift I have, what can I say?'—again, thank you, Max."
I glanced at Glinda and Elphaba and quickly said, "Our code phrase—it's on—is the name of this other song—It's On." The two girls nodded at me and I hissed, "I think I have an idea, again just follow my lead." I smirked, knowingly, at Madame Morrible, before turning my attention to the incoming Witch Hunters. I had to distract them, fast. I clapped my hands together and then said, "It's on!" Elphaba and Glinda both nodded in agreement and said, "It's on!" Then Elphaba said, "Just go with "Tell Me Something I Don't Know"."
I nodded, silently, agreeing to go with her plan. Then I grabbed Elphaba and Glinda and said, "There's this other song I was thinking of using for my speech, but I figured they—the Ozians I mean—wanted me to shut up so I didn't use it. But it just might work now." "What's this song called?" Elphaba asked. ""Underdog", by Jonas Brothers—it's about a girl who's fighting for a better tomorrow, and is outnumbered, but will one day change the world." "If you think it will work," Elphaba said doubtfully. "Um, Elphaba, do me a favor and don't believe another word you may hear me say to the Witch Hunters tonight." She nodded silently and quickly hid Glinda in a closet—to protect her.
I nodded and greeted the Witch Hunters casually. "Hey guys. You missed it. Apparently, the Wizard is so confident that we can beat the Witch that he's sent the Press Secretary to get full details as to how we beat her. Unfortunately, he just doesn't realize how much of, well, of an Underdog, she really is. And I was right about her. She just wants to do what's right."
"She's an underdog who lives next door to me. She's always heard you won't amount to anything. And it kills me to watch the agony behind her eyes. It's tragic that someway people pass her by, but now I realize that. Everyone sees her, but nobody knows her. She screams in her pillow for a better tomorrow. She hates it. She takes it. Watch out for that girl. One day she may change the world. She's original, never trying to fit in. She's got a way to always go against the grain. Oh, yeah. Someday they'll see how beautiful she really is. I know the last will be the first. The table's gonna turn 'cause. Everyone sees her, but nobody knows her. She screams in her pillow for a better tomorrow. She hates it. She takes it. Watch out for that girl. One day she may change the world. If you say I'll be in a movie. She'll still be in that store. A better day is attention. Look, she's gone. She's an underdog. Yeah. She means the world to me. Yeah. Everyone sees her, but nobody knows her. She screams in her pillow for a better tomorrow. She hates it. She makes it. Watch out for that girl. One day she may change the world. Everyone sees her, but nobody knows her. She screams in her pillow for a better tomorrow. She hates it. She makes it. Watch out for that girl. One day she may change the world."
As I sang, Glinda pressed her against the closet door, and whispered, softly to herself, so she could still hear me singing, "Man, that girl is smarter than I gave her credit for. First she wins that stupid bet—why did I agree to it anyway—and now she's right about Elphie. No one really does know Elphie, not even me. Maybe Nessa didn't know her sister, either."
The others looked at me, and Tinman said, "But everyone says that she's Wicked. Why?" "No one really knows who she is." I replied evenly. "The true Wicked one is the Press Secretary, Madame Morrible." "So, how do we defeat her?" I pulled out a second speech I'd had ready for this and said, "We're all going to the Emerald City, everyone, including the Witch."