The Witches of Oz Page #4

The ultimate weapon.

- Wow!

- Yeah, "wow."

So, the Wizard betrays the good witches

in order to save the City of Emeralds.

- He gives her the book.

- So the witch gets the book,

destroys Oz.

That's not the feel good ending

I was looking for.

No, no. The Wicked Witch pledges

to call off the attack on Oz.

And the Wizard promises never to

battle against the Wicked Witch.

But she still has the book?

Yeah, but the book is locked

with a magic key.

Dorothy steals the key.

She then returns to Kansas,

where she's far, far away

from the Witch's power.

I like it. I'm gonna get to work

on some concepts right away.

So... does Dorothy

ever go back to Oz?

You know, more sequels?

No.

She never goes back.

Once you leave Oz, it...

slips away

from your memories.

Dorothy forgets

she was ever there.

But if the price is right,

she might remember more

for another book, right?

Would you knock it off?

- I like it.

- You do?

I love it, actually.

- Come here.

- Oh.

I'm just so glad

we're finally finished.

Now we can move forward

with our plans.

Yes, that's great.

I'm so relieved.

And who would've thought the key

the whole time was in Kansas.

Billie, Simon's called

three times today already.

He said you mentioned

the first draft.

It could be a deal today

if Ilsa likes it.

Can I send it?

Yeah.

Great. Call Simon back.

Tell him to check

his email.

Gotta run. Date.

- With who?

- Restaurant guy.

Wait a second.

How did that happen?

He saved my life.

I got mugged.

- What? Are you OK?

- Yeah, no big deal.

- How do I look?

- Hm...

- Cute shoes.

- Thank you.

They shred my feet.

The cute ones

always do.

- Yeah.

- Hey.

You done a great thing,

Dorothy Gale.

Your little books

may change this world.

One, please.

I never knew

there was a zoo here.

It's a real zoo.

I was in

Kansas, you know.

Really? Maybe I did

see you once before.

Mm. Not unless you worked

at the airport Cinnabon.

It was just a layover.

You know,

before this trip,

I'd never even

been on a plane before.

- Seriously?

- Mm-hm.

I grew up on a farm

outside of Scott City,

and I went to college

in Sterling.

Sol never really had

a reason to leave Kansas.

What about you?

Born and bred

in Scotland.

Moved to New York.

I now work

in commodities trading.

Metals, mainly.

Pretty boring, huh?

No, not at all.

I normally

say "ninja."

I should've

said ninja.

Hello?

Dorothy, we have to talk

about your mom and dad.

They're not coming back,

are they?

No... no, sweetie, they're not.

I didn't mean

to startle you.

Who are you?

And how did you

get into my house?

I teleported,

of course.

Took a little sip

of puff-puff juice and Ding!

Listen, if you're

from the bank...

Bank? I don't think so.

I can't get over

how you've grown.

Such a pretty face.

If you're not leaving,

I'm calling the police.

I'm glad I didn't take

your head when you were little.

I'd have missed out.

Quite fancy, the way

you've developed.

Langwidere!

No. Impossible.

Impossible? Because

you and your lackeys

and that horrible

Princess Ozma

locked me in a tower

for 100 years?

Impossible!

Because you're not real!

I made you up! You are

a figment of my imag...

Does that feel

imaginary to you?

Is this make believe?

OK, now, my instructions

were very simple.

"Idiot-proof" I believe

is the term she used.

You are gonna give me the key

to the Book of Bini Aru.

The key that's been hidden in this

dreadful house all these years.

Easy, right?

Here! Over here!

Not bad. Still not as tough

as I remember.

Now, where is the key?

I don't know.

Oh, come on, Dorothy.

Just tell me where it is

or I'm gonna take

your head.

- I don't know!

- Wrong answer.

Stop, please! I don't know.

I can't remember!

Aww, that's not

gonna save you.

Can I ask you something?

Do you do something special with your hair?

Conditioners

or oil treatments?

I just wanna keep

that silky look.

My room!

I think it might be

in my old room.

Look what I got.

Okay, so she handed it over.

No hassle.

She's not as sassy

as she used to be.

A little whiny, actually.

That's not good.

Wait, wait.

No, no, no.

Wait, wait, wait.

It's not my fault.

Where is she?

I knocked her out.

I gave her

some huff-huff juice

and I put her to bed

in her apartment.

Once again,

You have ruined

everything.

It's really not

that big of a deal.

I gave her the oblivion juice.

She won't remember.

I hope she doesn't.

Tuesday.

Hello! It's Allen!

You missed me!

Leave a message.

Hey, Allen. it's me.

Can you call me back?

Call me back. Bye.

Don't heat me up.

How do you know

what this is?

We use it

to cook burritos.

How are you talking?

What are you?

You know, it's possible

that we might get to know

each other a little better

if you let me

out of here.

Free him, you giant...

- ...monstrosity!

- I got it!

Cheese.

What do you say?

Who you looking at?

Wow, those are creepy little

buggers, aren't they?

They won't talk. They just recite

these silly little limericks.

There was a bright wizard

named Allen.

Who consumed amber ale

by the gallon.

- When under his spell...

- Be quiet!

- Hm? Excuse me?

- What? What are you...?

- Come again?

- Did you call Billie?

Twice. No answer.

- Did you call pest control?

- There was a ridiculous rat.

- Who was quite puffy and fat.

- Hey!

He dined on a shallot.

- They do that a lot?

- For the past hour.

It didn't agree

with the cat.

- Hey.

- Hey, thanks for coming.

I need as many witnesses

as possible for this.

For what? Hey. Nick.

Hey, Nick.

Cool puppets.

Your puppets bite?

They're not puppets.

They're little...

- ...little...

- Muckadoos.

- Muckadoos!

- Muckadoos?

- Mucka-whos?

- Muckadoos.

See, I got the

general look right.

Their noses are smaller and I didn't

draw those ridiculous outfits.

- Pardon me?

- Easy.

Those are ridiculous outfits.

- You wanna go?

- Settle down.

You're right.

They're real.

Muckadoos are real.

- We're discovered.

- it's hopeless. Say nothing.

- There's no point.

- She'll vaporize us.

"She" who?

Langwidere.

No!

No, please don't

say her name!

- She's horrible!

- Who's Langwidere?

- Why did she send you here?

- It was s simple plan, really.

- Nothing much.

- Give her a bit of memory dust.

- Just a tiny bit, every night. But not too much.

- No, no.

- Give even a little bit too much would...

- Fry your brain!

Don't wanna do that, no.

- Where is it?

- What?

Say again? Oh!

Right. "it." Where is it?

- Do you have it? No.

- No.

- I don't have it.

- Oh, maybe I do. Wait.

- No. Yep.

- Do you?

Yeah. it's... just here

on my wee belt.

That was good, both together.

Let's hear that.

Do it again, do it again.

Both together.

that was a good one.

I didn't say anything.

When the time is right,

the key will work.

- Take it.

- Where's the key?!

Put it in a safe place.

- Come on, Dorothy, just tell me where it is.

- I don't know!

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