The pink- and blue-polka-dotted house floated

the annoying neighbor on the porch,would be to go back in the closet.Not the metaphorical one(never again!)the hallway one.The house still floating in the twister's winds,and that

was when he saw Toto fly by. That little bastard was behind all the yellow spots on his lawn. He ran to the closet and grabbed his shotgun. He tried to shoot him but the tornado

picked up his house and dropped him on the other side of the rainbow. "Uhh... I don't think I'm in Kansas anymore," he choked out to himself. He stepped outside his door and saw

a yellow brick road, he started walking and along he encountered strange creatures he had never seen before, like a tall insect-like moster that spoke with a french accent, and a

short, slender man with a beret and a horizontally striped shirt who made strange clicking noises with his mandibles. But as he walked, the cheerful yellow of the bricks faded into

iridescent purple . The man paused and hummed insect-like the tune "follow the yellow brick road" while his mandibles clicked in time. Doro said "Those stripes make you look fat".

"Well, It sounds like someone needs to go to Oz and get a heart," the man quipped. But Doro was too busy for that - her hippos were hungry, and they weren't gonna feed themselves.

"On the way there, we can stop by the Yellow Brick Road and pick up some Munchkins," he told Dorothy. "Perfect!" she cried. Her hippos would be full for a week. They

skipped towards Munchkin Land but Dorothy tripped over her heels and sent herself back to gray tinted Kansas. Her Aunt and Uncle and all the farm hands were there. "Oh Crap, Toto."