Trouble in Oz? Say what?

I raced up the stairs and hissed, "Nick, what are you doing?" "Trying to figure out why you're so busy questioning those people when someone wants to attack, I mean, completely destroy Oz." "Wait," I said and then his words sank into my mind—"when someone wants to attack, I mean, completely destroy Oz." What?" I almost shrieked. I lowered my voice. "What are you talking about?" I hissed. "Someone knows the Wicked characters are here, but they're not attacking here. They're somewhere in Oz." I nodded and said, "Okay, change of plans. We put the interview on hold and save Oz. Then back to the interview."

I raced down the stairs and screamed, "Elphaba! Glinda! Fiyero! Boq! Nessarose! Wizard! Madame Morrible! Dorothy! We're needed in Oz!" "Why?" "I'm dead," the Thropp sisters chorused. I rolled my eyes and hissed, "Elphaba, Glinda's got to break her promise to you—she has to. It's the only way."

Elphaba nodded and I said, "Glinda, now! Clear Elphaba's name!" The blonde nodded and I grabbed a camera. "I'll give this to my brother—he'll upload on the Internet—and everyone in Oz will see it."

"Fellow Ozians, I have been lying to you! All of those whom you believed to be 'Good' lied to you, including the Wizard! The one we called the 'Wicked Witch of the West' was never truly Wicked, only misunderstood! Her name was and is Elphaba Thropp! Do not harm her for she is one of us! It is the Wizard who allowed you to hate his child for she is the daughter of the Wizard as well! We must accept her as a citizen of Oz, as Elphaba, not as the 'Wicked Witch of the West' for she may be the only one able to save us!" I grinned and said, "Okay, we're good." Then Glinda said, "I'm not done yet."

I nodded and soon recorded Glinda telling the real version of the story.

"Elphaba and I did meet in school and we were friends, best friends, and we still are. I tried to make her popular, yet I failed. The day we were in the Emerald City, is a day of regrets for both, and a day of fun. That day changed our lives forever, for that day was the day that Elphie first defied gravity. She only wanted what was best for Oz—so did the Wizard—but the two—Elphie and the Wizard—had very different ways of reaching the same goal. It was because of their differing opinions that she was labeled Wicked. There was a Wicked Witch, however, within the Wizard's government—his Press Secretary, Madame Morrible! Now, Elphaba has come back to save her home, but she'll need everyone's help. I'll help her. So will the Wizard. So will Dorothy. So will Boq. So will Nessa. So will Fiyero. And hopefully, so will Madame Morrible." Glinda finished. "Done," she said, grinned. I nodded and raced up the stairs.

"Nick, you gotta upload this video," I hissed. He nodded and then I said, "This will work. I know it will."

Then Glinda, Elphaba, Nessa, Boq, Fiyero, Madame Morrible, Dorothy, the Wizard and I all raced for Oz—we had a world to save.

"Here we go, everybody," I said. The others nodded. Then I said, "We need a spy—someone who get on the inside and not be noticed." Dorothy nodded and said, "Everyone from Oz is too recognizable. It's up to you, Madison." I nodded and raced off, letting Elphaba take care of hiding the others. I found the army and soon found a fast way to defeat them—tell them that their home was being attacked and they left Oz.

I rejoined the others and said, "We're good." Elphaba nodded and I said, "Back to the room." We returned to the room and I said, "At least, we're together, and we're safe." Everyone nodded in agreement and I said, "Okay. That's all for now, folks. See you later."