As the fire breathing dragon sneered down

As the fire breathing dragon sneered down at her with a twinkle in the eye, Roberta thought to herself "Crap, I knew I should have turned right" She

quickly ran back to the fork in the road. Making sure that the dragon wasn't following her anymore, Roberta went the left, and was suddenly

chasing the dragon. She'd somehow circled behind the dragon. Then an ancient Chinese man stuck his foot out and tripped the dragon. He offered an opium pipe to Roberta and said,

"The dragon is out cold, but he's still breathing fire. Light up, baby." Roberta knelt to light the pipe, but just then the dragon opened his eyes, and ate her.

From inside the dragon's maw, her pipe raged a blue fire, guiding her way down his throat. She'd been waiting for this. Her brother was in here somewhere. Flames encircled her

and her companions. The wizard was straining to keep the shield up and the hero was buckling. The necromancer, though, was in his place. Hell was not what she imagined when

it break loose with the remains of the barrier. Head felt like it was an empty bucket someone was druming at. One word still somehow clinged to consciousness -

SUPERCALIFRAGILISTICEXPEALIDOCIOUS! Why this was the only word I could think of, I didn't know, but there it was, and there wasn't anything I could do to

talk Jullie Andrews out of that stupid hat, or away from that ridiculous magic bag and in bed with me cause

SHE OWED ME BIGTIME!. I had been on the Sound of Music Tour 30 times. This was going to trump the bag/hat thing. I just knew it. I picked up the phone and dialed.