The Witches of Oz Page #5

If you go back, you'll forget!

- I can't remember!

- You'll forget all about us.

It was all real.

It was all real.

- It was all real.

- Wait, wait, wait.

I hate to be the voice of reason

here, which might be difficult,

considering

present company,

but... seem a little outlandish?

These stories always

came to me in dreams.

Visions.

It was real.

- It is real.

- Now I really think my life is dull.

- Nick, can you do me a favor?

- Sure.

Watch these two? Keep an eye on them?

We have this meeting.

- Oh, the meeting!

- We gotta go!

I'll explain everything

when I get back, I promise.

You will?

- Let's go.

- Oh, good. Explain everything.

No need.

Memory dust. Witches.

Drunk pygmies, dressed as court jesters.

I think I get it.

That's great.

You really figured that one out,

didn't ya, ya wee little man?

Ah, finally.

They're here.

- You're late.

- Apologies.

I tried calling.

We were just talking

about the deal.

I'm in.

Great.

What's the matter, Dorothy?

Second thoughts?

- No.

- Good.

Because I always get

what I want.

Just a second.

- Dorothy!

- What?!

I'll explain in the cab!

Dorothy! Dorothy!

Where are you going?

No, I can't meet

with you right now.

I'm... pet sitting.

Yeah, yeah.

Look, I don't know why we need a meeting anyway.

- You know what?

- What?

I don't know why everybody wants

to think outside the box.

Because where I'm sitting in here right now, I

actually find it easy to think inside the box.

I think it's a latch.

I... I have...

Look, I'll call you later.

Why does everybody

say get out of the box?

- Go for the eyes.

- What are you Muppets laughing at?

What are you doing in there?

Oh, yeah.

Watch yourself.

Look out.

Yeah, baby!

Eat my pixie dust!

- You wanna roll him up in the carpet?

- Really?

- Yeah!

- Thelma and Louise?

- Sure.

- Come on.

Dorothy?

What's gotten into you?

I'll explain everything later.

Just keep those two busy.

- Sure. Do we have a deal?

- Yeah, yeah, whatever.

Excuse me.

Are you Dorothy Gale, the writer?

- Yes, I am.

- Can I have your autograph?

- My daughter loves your books.

- Oh, yes, of course.

Bryan, when you finish, come back to my place.

- What's her name?

- Glinda.

Glinda.

There you go.

- Thank you.

- You're welcome.

Billie, this will all

make sense, I promise.

I'm so sorry.

- Has she been drinking?

- No. Memory dust.

Aw, come on! They escaped!

I'm calling Nick.

Toto, quiet.

And they took your rug.

What?

Straight to voice mail.

What? I already fed you!

Allen...

What?

- The pen.

- Whoa.

That lady outside.

Magic.

- Dorothy...

- What?

I've had this forever.

Me, too.

Where'd you get that?

I don't remember.

Me neither.

Toto!

Well, that was rude.

I'm so sorry. She had

a really rough morning.

Should we sign

the contract, Bryan?

Geez, guys, I don't know,

I need to go home tonight.

My son has a soccer game,

and Dorothy asked me

to come by her place.

Bryan, don't you think

you owe it to her?

I mean, this is the

biggest deal of her life.

It won't take long.

OK, if it won't take

too long.

- Memory dust?

- Yeah, memory dust.

Memory dust?

- You need to talk to Dorothy.

- OK.

I'll be back in a second.

Take care of them.

- Right? Thank you.

- Yeah.

Oh, and don't forget

the fine print.

They always get you

in the fine print.

I'll watch it.

Wow.

Its OZ.

It's-it's missing

the bottom part.

OK.

OK, we just tear

this place up.

Look for

anything glowing.

- OK.

- OK.

Henry...

Great place.

It's OK.

My place in Bel Air

is much better.

Can I go to the restroom?

Sure. Through the door,

to your right.

Thanks.

Go and get him.

That's good.

- Put a little back into it.

- I'm trying! Ahh!

I think I might change.

- How do I look?

- Perfect, princess.

I was so busy, I didn't

even bother to open it.

That is

not one of my drawings.

What is this?

Dorothy...

There is never a good time

to tell you things

that may upset you

or frighten you.

Bu! I have to share something with

you that I've been holding back.

And I think if was a mistake not

felling you right from the beginning-

Your real name is Dorothy,

but your last name isn't Gale.

You were born in 7889.

Your parents were named

Frank and Maud.

They were my grandparents.

I'm not your uncle, honey.

You are, in fact, my aunt.

Em and I inherited

the old farmhouse.

And more important, a letter

from your father, Frank.

My dearest Dorothy,

I hope this letter

finds you some day.

Somehow.

I had hoped to tell you

these things in person but,

with each passing day, that

appears more and more unlikely.

After you vanished,

we were devasfafed.

Your mother cried herself

to sleep every night...

waiting in your room,

waiting for a miracle.

Everyone told us

to give up hope.

To learn to live

with our loss.

But we could not do that-

We knew in our hearts

that you were still

out there.

Some where.

I kept searching.

Pushing myself

Never giving up.

I took ill.

And your mother

made the hard decision.

She knew,

as she always does,

that there was

no other way

but to move forward

with our lives.

And so, she collected

your things,

And that's"s when

she found the wafer ball...

that glowed,

that was alive

with magic.

Frank!

Through if,

we could see you.

We could watch you

from Kansas.

And though you looked

as you always had,

everything here in Kansas

was changing.

And so the decades passed,

and we watched your adventures

in the world of Oz.

A world we could see...

but never touch.

There she is.

Dorothy?

Dorothy!

- Dorothy, sweetheart?

- Can you hear us?

Dorothy?!

No, she can't hear us.

Dorothy!

No.

No.

We miss you so much, Dorothy.

And your mother and I,

we love you...

with all our hearts.

There are some facts that are a bi!

over my head.

Bu! this is what I know

to be true.

Growing up, my mother, your sister, told

me the stories, but I never believed them.

Until a twister laid you

at my doorstep.

When you returned, you lapsed

in and out of your memories,

until they were

completely gone-

Em and I loved you

and raised you as our own.

We kept the story a secret.

After all, you were

just a little girl.

Dorothy.

We need to talk

about your mom and dad.

They're not coming back...

...are they?

You should know

who you are, Dorothy.

What you decide to do with

this is in your hands.

Dorothy, I'm scared I might

be running out of time.

I've just had

this feeling lately.

Something ain't

right, Dorothy.

Something wicked

this way comes.

it's getting colder

out there, ain't it?

- Dorothy?

- Gonna be a longer winter.

Dorothy, sweetheart,

come set this table.

I wanna fly,

just like that.

Betsy wouldn't

come out of her stall.

She must've known.

Looks like a storm's coming.

Well, that came up quick.

That looks like a-

...a twister.

Get Dorothy. We gotta

get to the storm cellar.

Dorothy!

Dorothy?

Dorothy!

Oh, my God.

- What was she doing out there?

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