Chapter Twenty

(Hey, y'all!

I hope that y'all liked the other chapter. It was one of those chapters that I've been dying to write for a while!

Shout-Out to mchap1154: Along with the other viewers, here is the chapter that you have been waiting for! Trust me on this. This chapter is going to be very interesting.

Here is a link to one song that's going to be performed by a character in this chapter and a couple of words are changed in the song:

watch?v=tGbfs6HZDNo : If I Only Had A Heart

Few more days 'til Christmas! It's not so far from here!

The Birchwood Twins wishes y'all an early Merry Christmas!

-imaginarytoon1)

Greasy:

Thomas and I just saw Wheezy and Cressida walk out of the woods. We walked over to them and Thomas asked Cressida,

"Any luck?"

"Nope." Wheezy replied and inhaled on a cigarette.

"No luck at all. We literally looked all over the woods and there's no sign of Beatrice. Even the people who live in and close to the woods claim that they haven't seen her. Maybe we should tell your parents."

Thomas shook his head.

"If I told my mom, then she'll probably call in Mr. D and when Beatrice comes back, Mr. D would take her away and I'll never see her again. My life wouldn't be any good without my sister." He said.

Cressida began to think over what Thomas said and then, I said to him,

"Why don't we try looking around the woods again? Maybe if we looked one last time and if you can't find muchacha, then we'll go to your parents and they'll help us out."

Thomas sighed.

"All right, let's look in the woods one last time." He said.

Almost immediately, Thomas and Cressida took off running. I sighed.

"Still worried?" Wheezy asked me.

"Si." I replied. "I'm afraid that if we found muchacha, she might be dead by the time we find her. I'm so worried."

Wheezy put his hand on my right shoulder and blew a cloud of smoke to his left.

"Just relax, Greasy. I'm sure that she's still alive somewhere." He said and then, he walked away to join Thomas and Cressida.

I sighed and just when I was about to look, I saw Penelope standing still and staring out in to space. I walked over to her.

"You're supposed to help us look. What are you waiting for?" I asked Penelope.

She looked at me and replied,

"I don't know. I'm probably just waiting for a miracle, I guess."

I sighed and nodded in agreement.

"Me, too, kid." I said.

…

Beatrice:

A possible two hours later, Scarecrow (We talked about names and we agreed that 'Scarecrow' was perfect instead of 'Garbage Guts', 'Straw Dummy', or 'Scrap Yard'. Well, Scarecrow is what I'll call him for now but I'm thinking of what names that can be suitable to the heads whenever I'm trying to talk to one of them.) and I continued to walk down the yellow brick road. Every now and then, Scarecrow would limp, drag around, and fall to the ground and I would always make sure that they stay on their feet. A few minutes later, my stomach began to growl.

"Time for me to eat an apple." I said.

When I reached to the bag, I felt the curves from the apple cores and the peels from the oranges. I looked into the bag and I saw that every apple, orange, and water bottle has been consumed by Toto.

"Whatever. I can wait a little longer." I mumbled.

After turning left on a curve of the road, the environment was the same as the cornfield. There were some real objects and many things that looked like they came from a cartoon. A little cabin on the right side of the road was real, a rocks were real…this is something that's going to take me a little bit to adjust.

I looked at the trees (which were real) and I saw…

"Oooh! Apples! Hey, can we stop for a second? I need to pick a couple of apples." I said to Scarecrow.

I ran to the nearest tree to my left and I grabbed an all red apple (which was also real.). All of the sudden, as soon as I was about to take a bite, hard, rough hands snatched the apple out my hands and slapped them.

"OUCH!" I exclaimed.

"What do you think you're doing?" A hollow and stuffy voice asked me.

"Well, Scarecrow, Toto, and I have been walking for a long time and I was hungry…" I began and then, I stopped. "Wait a minute, did YOU just say something?"

"SHE WAS HUNGRY!" The tree exclaimed, surprising me.

"SHE WAS HUNGRY!" Another tree exclaimed.

Okay, so not only scarecrows can talk. Trees can talk, too! I didn't do anything to get it ticked off…except for picking one apple off its branches.

"HOW WOULD LIKE IT IF SOMEBODY PICKED SOMETHING OFF OF YOU?!"

"Beatrice, what's going on?" Head Number One (Stupid's head) asked while walking up to me.

"One of the trees just snatched an apple out of my hand and I don't think it's going to allow me to take an apple for myself." I replied. "I keep forgetting that I'm not in Houston."

"Come along, Beatrice." Head Number One (Psycho's head) said. "You don't want ANY of THOSE APPLES!"

"Are you saying that my apples aren't what they should be?" The first tree asked Scarecrow.

"Oh, no." Head Numbers One and Two replied in unison.

"It's just that she doesn't like LITTLE GREEN WORMS!" Head Number One said.

"WHY, YOU DIRTY LITTLE-!"

As soon as the tree was about to grab us, we immediately backed away a few feet.

"We'll show you how to get THESE apples." Head Number Two said.

Scarecrow looked at the trees and made silly faces at it. The trees immediately took the apples off of their branches and began to throw them at us like they were softballs.

"All right! Go ahead and…WHOO…help yourself!" Head Number Two said to me as the trees were slowly ceasing the throwing of the apples.

I ran to the right side of the road and found two apples right next to a bush. I bent down and was ready to grab them after I took the bag off of my shoulders.

"Ah, there you are!" I said to myself while I was about to grab the apples.

All of the sudden, to my surprise, my attention was caught by something that looked like a shiny spectator shoe. I tapped on the shoe with my fist and it makes a *DING DING* sound. As I slowly got on my knees, I tapped on to something that looked like a shin and it makes a *DUN DUN* sound.

I slowly started to get back on my feet as I rose up, I was seeing a…thing…a man…no, a weasel that looks like it was a tin metal, giant soup can, and metal sheet version of Frankenstein's monster. The head was a silver tin color, the nose of the weasel looks like a mouthpiece from a peak flow meter (instead of plastic, it's made out of tin), the hair was a long sheet of aluminum foil, the middle of his body was like a giant soup can covered with silver metal sheets, his hands looked like they were covered with foil, the jaw was a disk spur heel band, and the hat was shaped like a funnel but it was as big as a medieval shield or a metal garbage can lid, making it a resemblance to Greasy's hat. Let's just say that it looks like Greasy who stuffed himself a giant soup can and jumped into a vat of silver paint.

The Tin Weasel was staring out in to space with a blank look on his face and was holding an axe with his right hand. My guess is that he's been standing like that for a while and the evidence to my guess was the leaves and small twigs that were dangling on his arms and covering a few parts of his shoulders.

"Beatrice, what's that?" Head Number One asked while walking over to me.

"It's…it's a weasel." I replied. "A weasel made out of tin!"

With admiration, Scarecrow looked at the Tin Weasel and Head Numbers One and Two said, "This is really cool!"

While they were looking at the Tin Weasel, I began to wipe away the twigs and leaves off of him. Little by little and second by second, he was getting shinier.

Then, I heard a noise, causing the Scarecrow to stop looking at the Tin Weasel.

"MRR MRR MRR. MRRROIL MRRRCAN."

I looked at Scarecrow with a puzzled look on my face.

"Did you say something to me?" I asked.

"No." Both heads replied.

"MRRR-OIL MRRR-CAN."

I looked at the Tin Weasel.

"Did YOU say something to me?" I asked him.

"OIL CAN." I heard him say with his mouth closed. It wasn't too audible, to be honest with yu.

"What did he say?" Head Number One asked.

"I think he said…'oil can'." I replied.

"'Oil can'?"

"Oil can what?" Head Number Two asked.

I looked around for a second and on a chopped tree stump, I saw a small oil can.

"Here it is." I said and grabbed it.

I looked at the Tin Weasel.

"Where do you want to be oiled first?"

"Mmmy…mouth." He said, although it wasn't very audible.

"He said his mouth." Head Number One said.

Scarecrow takes the can out of my hands and begins to squirt the oil on the jaw and the mouth. I heard a squeaking noise as the Tin Weasel tried to move his mouth. Head Number Two hands the can to me and tells me to do the same thing on the other side of the jaw and mouth.

After a few more squirts, the Tin Weasel begins to move jaw from side to side. It made a squeaking sound as it moved. Then, the Tin Weasel attempts to open his mouth.

"Mmm…Mmm…Muh…Muh…My…My goodness, I can talk again!" The Tin Weasel exclaimed, sounding a lot like Greasy. "Oil…oil my arms…oil my elbows, please."

I oiled his right arm and elbow and I handed Scarecrow did the same to the other side. I grabbed the Tin Weasel's arm and I helped him lower it down with the axe. It lets out a huge squeak and Tin Weasel groaned a little bit.

"Did that hurt?" I asked.

"No, that felt really good." Tin Weasel replied. "I've held that axe up for ages."

"How did you ever get like this?"

"Well, 'bout a year ago, I was chopping a tree. All of the sudden, it began to rain. Right in the middle of the chop, I…I rusted solid."

"Been that way ever since?"

"Yep. Been that way ever since."

Then, Scarecrow and I tried to move Tin Weasel's arms around a little bit and I said,

"Well, you're perfect now."

"'Perfect'?" The Tin Weasel asked. "Bang on my chest if you think that I'm perfect."

I looked at him awkwardly. If Greasy asked me to do that, it would be the most awkward and humiliating thing that I to do.

"Go ahead and bang on it." Tin Weasel said.

Hesitantly, I banged on his chest.

*BANG, BANG, BANG!*

*BOOM, BOOM, BOOM!*

The last sound echoes for a while.

"Beautiful!" Head Numbers One and Two said in unison. "What an echo!"

The Tin Weasel shook his head.

"It's empty." He said. "The tinsmith forgot to give me a heart."

The Scarecrow and I exchanged glances.

"No heart?" We asked in unison.

"No heart." Tin Weasel replied. "Todo hueco. All hollow."

"But everybody has a heart." I said.

"Everyone except for me." Tin Weasel said.

"A heart is one of the many important things in life for people. But since that you don't have one, what would you do if you did have a heart?"

Tin Weasel begins to clear his throat but the way that he is doing it sounds like someone trying to power up a chain saw. After a few long seconds, Tin Weasel brings his left hand up and pounds his chest, thinking that it can help. He pounded himself so hard that his legs began to make him move backwards for a brief second. Scarecrow and I quickly ran to him and put our hands behind his back.

Music begins play. No one noticed the music that's playing right now. Again, I'm alone with Toto.

Tin Weasel begins to sing,

"When a weasel's an empty kettle,

He should be on his mettle.

And yet, I'm torn apart."

Tin Weasel exchanges glances at me and Scarecrow.

"Just because I'm presumin',

That I could be a human,

If I only had a heart."

Okay, so this is a little slower than the last one.

Anyway, the Tin Weasel looks at me with a smile.

"I'd be tender, I'd be gentle,

And awful sentimental,

Regarding love and art…"

Then, he looks up to a high branch and points at a couple of birds that were standing on it.

"I'd be friends with the sparrows,

And the boy that shoots the arrows…"

Tin Weasel pantomimes the idea of shooting a tiny arrow with a tiny bow.

"If I only had a heart."

Tin Weasel straightens up a little bit.

"Picture me, a balcony.

Above a voice sings low."

Just as Tin Weasel was about to sing something, an unseen high-pitched voice says,

"Wherefore art thou? Romeo?"

"I hear a beat!" Tin Weasel exclaimed softly and clamps his hands together.

"How sweet!

Just to register emotion,

Jealousy, devotion,

And really feel the part.

I could stay young and chipper…"

As Tin Weasel continues to sing, he pantomimes the movement of zipping up a zipper.

"…and I'd lock it with a ZIPPER,

If I only had a heart."

After he sighed sadly, I asked,

"Can you still walk?"

"Let's give it a try." Tin Weasel replied.

After straightening up, Tin Weasel begins to take his first steps. Immediately after taking four steps, Tin Weasel stops walking and points out that his right knee needs to be oiled. I squirted some oil and Tin Weasel rolls his leg around a couple times in a clockwise direction. Then, it immediately stiffened up.

"All right." Tin Weasel mumbled.

He swung his right leg and goes back to walking with a small smile on his face. The smile immediately transformed into a look of pain and Tin Weasel points out that his left knee is hurting this time. I handed Scarecrow the oil can and he squirted a little bit of oil there.

Instead of rolling it around clockwise, Tin Weasel slaps his left knee and it stiffens. I picked up my bag with Toto in it after Tin Weasel slapped his knee.

Awkwardly, Tin Weasel turns around and bends down that looks like he's bending down to grab something. He takes a step back and stumbles backward at least five feet away from me and Scarecrow.

Suddenly, Tin Weasel begins to dance around, clinking and clanking, and poses during a few parts. Scarecrow and I watch him pose as a 'K' and then, a backwards 'K'. Tin Weasel does that a few times and he switches to walking around like a soldier who walks like a penguin. He walks to his left and his right a few times and then, he spreads his feet at least shoulder-width apart. Tin Weasel bends down a little bit, bangs his knees four times, beats his lower abdomen four times, and punched himself on the spot where his collar bone is supposed to be one time. Then, Tin Weasel pantomimes the movement of pulling a string downwards from the sky twice, making steam shoot out from the stem of his funnel-medieval shield-garbage can lid hat a couple of times.

Scarecrow and I display looks of amazement and surprise on our faces.

That was wicked! I thought.

While Tin Weasel continues to dance around, I whisper to Head Number One,

"I think that we should take him to see the Wizard."

Head Number One whispers something to Head Number Two and then, Head Number Two whispers something back. Head Number One whispered in my ear,

"Do you really think that the Wizard will give him a heart?"

I was about to answer Head Number One but I was interrupted by Tin Weasel's sudden BANG! I looked at him and he was standing perfectly still. He looked like he was hugging himself.

As if a giant magnet was pulling him with his feet acting like they were glued to the road, Tin Weasel leans to his right. Scarecrow and I rushed to his right side and he immediately stands up straight. Tin Weasel did the same thing again…except this time, he was leaning on his left. Scarecrow and I rushed to his left and Tin Weasel straightens up again. He leans to his right again…and back to the left, making me think: "HOLD STILL, WILL YOU?!"

Finally, Scarecrow ran to Tin Weasel's left and stood there while I went to the right side. Tin Weasel…well, better make that 'TW'…TW stands perfectly still for a few good seconds but immediately leans to his right side with both of his arms sticking out, as if he were standing on a balance beam.

With a frightened look, Scarecrow pulls on to TW's left arm, thinking that it would help. But it didn't work. Scarecrow pulled TW's arm too hard and it made TW lean forward and walk too fast, thinking that it would help him stay balanced. TW walks to a tree stump and Scarecrow falls down on the road while I follow TW to make sure that he's doing all right.

TW spins around towards my direction and his heels made him trip on the curb of the road. He fell down and his back hits the tree stump.

The music ends after I ask TW,

"Are you all right?"

While sitting up, TW said,

"I'm afraid I'm a little rusty."

While TW was trying to straighten up while sitting, I squirted a little bit of oil on his right shoulder.

"What you did was wonderful." I said. "But Scarecrow and I have been wondering if you would like to join us to see the Wizard of Oz? He's going to give Scarecrow a brain and he's going to help me find my way back home. Maybe he'll give you a heart."

"But what if the Wizard doesn't give me heart once we arrive?" TW asked.

"He will. He must! We've come such a long way."

Just as TW opened his mouth to say something, a high-pitch cackle interrupted him, causing me, Scarecrow, and TW to jump in surprise. We turned to the cabin and looked up at the roof.

Toto called out while walking towards us,

"WHO WAS THAT?!"

OH NO! It's the WITCH!

"Is that the witch that you've been talking about?" Head Number Two asked me.

"Yeah!" I said.

"YOU CALL THAT LONG, LITTLE GIRL?" The Witch exclaimed. "WHY, YOU'VE JUST BEGUN!"

TW stood in a fighting stance, I looked at the Witch with a look of fear on my face, and Head Numbers One and Two were putting their fists up but still looking scared and tense.

"Helping the little girl along, are you, gentlemen?" The Witch asked TW and Scarecrow. "Well, stay away from her OR ELSE!"

"Or else what?" Head Numbers One and Two asked.

"I wouldn't ask if I were you." I whispered to them.

"Or I'm going to turn you in to a mattress!" The Witch replied to the Scarecrow.

"Oh, my." TW whispered.

"And as for you, you walking soup can, stay away from the girl or else…I'll use you for a beehive!"

"Me? A beehive?"

"Hey, Two-Headed Scarecrow!"

"What?" Head Numbers One and Two asked in unison.

"Want to play ball?"

Then, the Witch's burning red eyes begin to have spirals spinning uncontrollably as he raised his hand. As the Witch laughed, a green and yellow ball of fire shot out of his palm and landed in front of me, TW, Scarecrow. The fire barely missed the Scarecrow and backs away in terror, exclaiming 'FIRE, FIRE!' in the process. While I tried to calm down and make the Scarecrow not panic, TW took off his hat and starts beating the fire with it.

After the fire was put out, the Witch cackled madly and pressed the bottom of his broom on the roof. A green and yellow cloud sprouts from the roof and covers up the Witch. After six seconds at least, the Witch disappears with the cloud, never to be seen again.

When the Scarecrow was finally calm, he and TW walked up to me.

"We're not afraid of him!" Head Number One exclaimed.

"We'll see you get to the Wizard safely whether we get a brain or not!" Head Number Two exclaimed.

"Turn us into mattress! HAH!" The Heads exclaimed in unison.

They both form guns with their hands and pretend to shoot and kill the Witch with a single shot.

"I'll see you reach the Wizard whether I get a heart or not!" TW said to me.

He looks at where the Witch was standing.

"'Beehive', bah!" TW scoffed. "Let him try and make a beehive out of me!"

After snapping his fingers with his left hand, TW looked at them with surprised, as if he finally mastered the talent of snapping.

I nodded and said,

"You are the best friends that anybody ever had. But the funny thing is that it feels like I already know you guys and you remind me of some friends of mine from home. But I couldn't have. Well, could I?"

"We don't see how." Head Number One said to me.

"You weren't around when we were stuffed and sewn together." Head Number Two said.

"As for me, I was standing over there for the longest time." TW said.

"Still, I wish that I knew." I sighed. "But I guess it doesn't matter anyway. We know each other now, don't we?"

Both Scarecrow and TW smiled, chuckled, and nodded their heads.

"That's right." Head Numbers One and Two said in unison.

"We do." TW said.

We chuckled a little bit.

"To Oz?" Head Numbers One and Two and TW and hooked arms with me.

"To Oz." TW replied and hooked arms with me.

Man, if Greasy did that, it would be a little awkward for me.

Then, music begins to play again as the five of us (a two-headed scarecrow counts as two people) began to walk down the yellow brick road. I guess I'm getting used to it.

"We're off to see the Wizard,

The Wonderful Wizard of Oz!" Scarecrow, TW, and I sang and turned to the right.

"We hear he is a Whiz of a Wiz,

If ever a Wiz there was!"

Then, the five of us realized that we were walking the wrong way and we turned around to the other direction that was leading us to a thick and dark forest.

"If ever, oh ever, a Wiz there was,

The Wizard of Oz is one because,

Because, because, because, because, because

Because of the wonderful things he does!

We're off to see the wizard,

The Wonderful Wizard of Oz!" TW, Scarecrow, and I finished and disappeared into the forest.

...

Greasy:

"Found Pretty Girly yet, Greasy?" Psycho asked me.

"No." I replied. "What about you? Any luck?"

"No."

I sighed.

"I didn't think so." I said.

"Poor Pretty Girly." Psycho lamented.

"My thoughts exactly."

Come on, muchacha. I thought. Please show yourself! Please be alive! I can't go on with this if you don't show up! I really miss you! I really need a miracle! I could really use a miracle right now! Please show up! Please don't be hurt or dead! Please, muchacha, please be alive!

"Why do you like Pretty Girly so much?" Psycho asked.

"She's very smart, talented, and the kindest person that I've met." I replied, although I already replied to that question about a million times. "Although I'm not stranger to talking to women, muchacha is one of those girls who make me feel like I have these feelings that I don't know how to describe."

"What sort of feelings?"

"Like whenever I see muchacha sad, I feel like and think that she's been abused and neglected throughout her whole life. Or whenever I see her happy, I feel like I want to say 'Te quiero' to her. I don't know. It's hard for me to describe."

"Are you two just going to stand there while we look?!" Wheezy exclaimed.

"Let's continue this conversation later."