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The Wizard of Paws chapter 5

CHAPTER FIVE
The Scarecrow 


Dorothy and Checkers were walking along the path of yellow sticks, which Dorothy found even more impractical because they crunched under their feet, when they came to a field surrounded by a fence, with a scarecrow in the middle of the field. Dorothy sat on the fence, staring at the scarecrow and expecting it to start talking. "Dorothy?" Checkers, who had sat down on the road, asked. "What?" Dorothy said. "Can we play a game?" "No." "Aw, why not? Look at the road! We could play fetch!" "No!" "Or we could play Simon Says or charades or checkers or the Alphabet game or--" "I said NO, alright, you idiot?!" Dorothy screamed at Checkers, who whimpered and dashed into a bush. Dorothy sighed. "Something is wrong with that dog," she said to herself, and she climbed down from the fence to look for Checkers, who was laying on his back, counting the clouds. "Five hundred and fifty ONE...five hundred and fifty TWO...five hundred and fifty THREE...five hundred and--oh, hi, Dorothy." "Hi, Checkers. Let me guess--you're the Scarecrow?" "Um...what's a scarecrow?" Checkers asked, rolling over. "Let's just say that it's a rather dull person who has no brains and won't leave you alone." "Okay, then. I could be a scarecrow!" Checkers said, flailing and trying to make crow sounds. Dorothy rolled her eyes. "Scarecrows aren't actually crows, silly," she said, poking Checkers with her toe. "Ack! I have been wounded! Alas, this world..." Checkers moaned, writhing. "Honestly, you're acting like Loco! So either focus or I'm leaving you here." "YESSIR!" Checkers barked, jumping up and attempting to salute, which caused him to fall back down. Dorothy started to walk away, and winced when she saw that Checkers the Scarecrow had decided to keep following her. 


"I'm hungry," Checkers complained. 
"I'm completely out of food," Dorothy replied. "By the way, what do you guys eat? Dog bones?" 
"WHATTHEHEY?!" Checkers yelped. "We are not cannibals! And Queenie already stated that we eat anything." 
"Well, then go start gnawing on that tree over there," Dorothy said, pointing to a tree that was growing by the side of the road. Checkers gave her a hard stare. "Do you realize," he said coldly, "that for one, residents of Terrier Town are environmentalists, and for two, we are dogs, not beavers?" "You SAID you'd eat anything!" Dorothy shouted back, wanting very much to kick Checkers back to Terrier Town. "HEY!" Cried a voice from the bushes, and Loco jumped out. "There's too much fighting and not enough getting on with the story!" Dorothy and Checkers gave Loco the Look, and he shrugged (as much as a Scottish terrier can) and said, "fine, then." Then he took off down the path. 

Rather odd

Okay... 3 days ago, we were all frolicking in the sunshine. It was 75 degrees.
2 days ago, the first of Spring, it was raining.
And yesterday...it started snowing. And about 1/2 an inch of it stuck.
Today it's sunny and rather warm.
It's all very, very strange.

The Wizard of Paws Chapters 3-4

CHAPTER 3
We Return To Kansas, And Another Cyclone Strikes 


"EM! EM!" Uncle Henry shouted. "What?! I'm right here--" Auntie Em shouted back, running out of the second cabin she and Uncle Henry had built after the cyclone. She stopped suddenly when she saw what Uncle Henry was pointing to. "Oh, my god! She's done it again!" Auntie Em said, motioning to the riverbed which was now quite full of water. "The brat's run off again and she's taken another house with her!" "NO! I'm pointing at that!" Uncle Henry shouted over the rising winds. Another cyclone was on the horizon. "OH!" Auntie Em said, and and then she ran for the storm shelter, with Uncle Henry right behind her. 


A long time passed. When the cyclone had gone through, Auntie Em and Uncle Henry cautiously lifted the door to the storm shelter and looked around. The first things they said:
Uncle Henry: Wow. 
Auntie Em: She came back for the other cabin!
Indeed, where the second cabin should have been was vacant. "Now, Em," Uncle Henry said. "You can't go around, blamin' everything on Dorothy." "Well," Auntie Em said, matter-of-fact-ly, "I'll have you know that when you run away in a cyclone, bring the house with you, and come back talkin' nonsense about some land called Oz, I ain't gonna be trustin'--" she picked up a dishtowel and threw it at Uncle Henry-- "-you. Now where are we gonna sleep, cuz no way am I gonna stay in that teensy little shelter again!"


CHAPTER 4
DOROTHY FINALLY LEAVES TERRIER TOWN


"A Moglin," Queenie was trying to explain to Dorothy, "is a small, creme-filled pastry with a flaky crust." "Oh really?" Dorothy said. "It sounded more like a little red--" "HUSH!" Loco shouted from wherever he was. "Know you not of 'copyright infringement'?!" "No?" Dorothy said, to which Loco replied "you'd better get going, or else this story isn't going to get very far." "Story?" Queenie asked. "What story? All I see here is a lovely little Terrier Town, and--" "Oh, that's what the place is called!" Dorothy interrupted, for she had been pondering the name of the village she was in for quite awhile.  "Ahem. Ah, yes, that's what this place is called. Terrier Town. Yes, yes." Queenie muttered, thinking. Then she called for Checkers, who bounded up to Dorothy's feet and said, "Queenie has asked that I travel with you, Dory." "It's Dorothy, not Dory!" Dorothy shouted, offended. "All the same, Dory," Checkers said, and since then followed Dorothy everywhere. "NOW, no more dilly-dallying and to business!" Queenie barked, and every Scottish terrier in Terrier Town, including Loco, gathered around. "Now, Dorothy," Queenie said. "Why are you here?" "Oh, I dunno," Dorothy answered. "My Auntie Em and Uncle Henry made me camp outside, and I decided to pitch the tent in the riverbed, and that night it stormed--" "And you got washed downstream 500 miles to The Land of Paws," Loco finished dismissively. "Go on." Dorothy shot Loco a look, and then continued. "Then, as soon as  I got here, my dog, Toto, ran off and I can't find him." "Won't he come when you call?" Queenie asked. Dorothy thought this over for a second or two. "What makes you think I trained him?" One of the dogs sighed, and another muttered, "humans truly are idiots." "'EY! Just get me back home, to Kansas ASAP!" Dorothy screamed, truly mad at all of the canines present. "Okay, okay. Walk along the road paved with yellow sticks and you'll reach the Emerald-Rock-Candy City, where our great ruler, Paws, lives. Complain of all of your troubles to him, and then he'll solve 'em." Queenie instructed. "You'll go through many dangerous lands, some of them potentially fatal if you're dumb enough." Then Queenie licked Dorothy on the ankle. "There. With the kiss of the Good Witch of the North, nothing can harm you." "Thank you," Dorothy said hurriedly, wanting to get going and GET OUT OF HERE, also not surprised that Queenie was a witch, and also having rather serious deja vu. "Come on, Checkers." She said, stopping by the tent, which some of the terriers had dragged onto the riverbank, to pick up a backpack with enough food in it to last a weekend. Then she set off down the road, with Checkers at her side and a rather large desire for a pair of sneakers. 

As promised, The Wizard of Paws

The Wizard of Oz

 

The Sequel

 

Chapter one

 

THE TRUTH

 

When everybody found out their idol was a failure, a lie, and now a runaway never to be seen again, they all had random responses.

The Winkies and Munchkins gasped in surprise and then continued on with their lives.

Dorothy, Toto, the Scarecrow, the Lion, and the Tinman didn't care 'cos they already knew.

The gatekeepers and whatnot would have fired themselves, but since the Scarecrow now lived in the Emerald Palace, they had to stick around.

The Hammer-Heads and Kalidahs started a small war with each other's species, but it was stopped and banned shortly afterwards (twenty minutes)  due to the Scarecrow decreeing that there was to be eternal peace and that was that.

The Witch of the North now had a problem: The next time a little girl with a lapdog landed on top of someone in her house, she'd have to come up with some other advice.

Glinda hardly cared.

The Flying Monkeys and their King flew and flew until they found a way to bypass the desert, and ended up in an odd place by the name of Central Park.

Chapter Two

 

DOROTHY

 

...Was currently trying to explain where she was to her Auntie Em and Uncle Henry. "I swear, I was in this place called Oz and then I met a scarecrow with a soul and a tinman who could talk and a talking lion and we got carried off by flying monkeys and we got attacked by these lion-bears and then we went into this city made out of emeralds and then I killed a witch with water and then we sent the place's leader away in a hot-air balloon" wasn't really convincing Dorothy's aunt and uncle, who honestly thought Dorothy had injured her brain in the cyclone and so they considered sending her away to an insane asylum. After reccomending that Dorothy camp outside in the backyard tonight, to avoid spreading the insanity, Auntie Em and Uncle Henry debated how to contact the insane asylum while they didn't even have a telephone. Then Auntie Em remembered that phones weren't invented yet, and they blamed the insanity of Dorothy. Now, what Auntie Em and Uncle Henry did not know is that their decision to put Dorothy in the backyard for the night was a fairly dimwitted one, since they chose not to help Dorothy, who had no idea how to camp whatsoever and ended up putting her tent in a riverbed. That night it stormed.

 

That morning Dorothy awoke to find herself surrounded by several Scottish terriers looking very much like Toto, and she found that under her tent, there were the paws of some animal Dorothy didn't know. "Oh, great, now I have to go find the mutt!" Dorothy grumbled to herself when she realized Toto wasn't there. "You are welcome," barked a little purple terrier with a yellow nose, "to the Land of Paws."

Dorothy shouted something rather colorful that the terriers didn't regonize, to which they replied, "are you displeased, young trainer?" "Trainer? What is this, the Land of the Pokemon?" Dorothy muttered to herself, standing up. "Displeased? Oh, no. It's just that I lost my dog and I'm surrounded by Scottish Terriers, and I just returned from the Land of Oz yesterday!" She said to the dogs. The purple dog with the yellow nose ignored her rant and introduced itself as Queenie, and Dorothy had introduced herself when she spotted Toto, running amok in the little doggy town. "Excuse me!" she said to Queenie, and then she chased after Toto. Doing this required her to weave in between doghouses, upsetting family dinners and games of tag to which the terriers barked, "Hey! Yous should watches where yous going!" Dorothy managed to catch up to Toto. Who wasn't really Toto. "Lovely!" Dorothy grumbled, sitting on a rock. She could see that there was a road in the distance, paved with yellow sticks. "What kind of an idea was that?" Dorothy muttered to herself. Then she jumped, hearing a rustling noise. "Kalidahs? No, wait, here they would be Collies, judging by the amount of dogs..." A little white and black Scottish terrier with a pattern on its fur that made it look like a chessboard leaped out of the bushes nearby, barking happily and jumping into Dorothy's arms. "Hellohellohello my name is Checkers can we play a game can we play a game checkers chess majhong chinese checkers bridge hearts simon says anything?" The terrier said in one breath before passing out. Dorothy just sat there, holding Checkers, blinking and wondering just how insane Auntie Em might think she was if she tried to explain where she'd been this time. "Checkers?" Dorothy said to the passed-out dog on her lap, poking it. "Checkers?" Checkers jumped a foot into the air and said, "Yeahyeahyeah I'z awakened what now what now what now?!" Dorothy gave Checkers a hard stare, and Checkers ran away. "Wow. He's easily intimidated," Dorothy muttered, standing up and brushing the dog shed off her nice clean skirt. Then she ran back to where Queenie was, and where she was still. "You were gone for five hours," Queenie said irritably. "Where were you?" "Dealing with insane dogs and chasing after one who wasn't there," Dorothy said. "Insane dogs? I trust you've met Loco, then." "...No?" "Oh, if there's an insane dog around here, Loco would be the one. The only thing keeping him from the world and an asylum is our policies. That, and we couldn't find a straitjacket that would fit a Scottish terrier. Oh, here comes Loco now." Dorothy stared as a dog, blue with red stripes, walked slowly towards them. "My name," it said, "is Sir Peanut Butter of Pickleos. I founded this fine land here." Then the dog suddenly spun in three quick circles and said, "Leave! Leave this place and never come back!" Then he turned around three more times and finished his speech with, "Live you in America, live you?" Then he bolted away, leaving Dorothy stunned and Queenie looking rather the same. "And that," she said slowly, "was Loco. How do you like this place?" "Um...HOW THE PEANUT BUTTER SANDWICHES DO I GET BACK TO KANSAS?!?!" Dorothy screamed at Queenie, who looked at Dorothy, smirking a little terrier smirk. "Is that really the best thing you could come up with? 'Peanut butter sandwiches'?" "Oh, shush." Several Scottish terrier heads looked up at Dorothy. "Peanut butter? Peanut butter? Oooh, I wants some peanut butter!" Half a dozen of the dogs were sitting at Dorothy's feet now, mouths open in case Dorothy had any food. "I don't have anything you can eat, shoo," Dorothy said to the dogs. Then it occured to her that she had nothing she could eat, either. "We can eat pencils," one of the dogs said. "And crayons," another dog barked. "And keep in mind we can devour chocolates too." "But that's dog poison! You can't eat that," Dorothy said. "Oh, no. Dogs everywhere except for where you come from, seemingly, can eat chocolates. Mmmm, Nutella," Checkers, who was part of the crowd, said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Alright, then," Dorothy muttured, searching her apron for anything. She found some lint, a hairbrush, a ruler, and some candy bars. "SIT!" She told the dogs, who obeyed. "STAY!" Then Dorothy walked away from the rather well-trained dogs. Then she decided to turn around and run.

 

She must've run around the entire village, because when Dorothy stopped running, she was back in front of the six dogs. "Did you find some noms?" they asked. Dorothy tossed everything in her apron to the Scottish terriers, who ate it all up. Dorothy couldn't help gagging, for some reason. Loco literally ran into Dorothy, who fell over. "STRIKE! You're out." Loco said, and then he turned around three times and whispered, "beware of the fugu fish, Charlie." "Who?" "Y'know, you remind me of the hero." "What hero?" "The hero with the power..." "What power?" "The power of fugu." "What now?" "I AM THE MOGLIN KING!" Then Loco fled. Dorothy turned to Queenie. "What's a moglin?"

 

 

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The apocalypse is upon us.

The Wizard of Paws

Coming soon to Little Colored Fairy Lights...
It's yet another parody of The Wizard of Oz!
It's the Wizard of Paws! Dorothy was forced to camp outside because her aunt and uncle thought her to be insane! Her poor choice of a campground was in a riverbed! It rained hard enough that night to wash her tent downstream 500 miles to The Land of Paws, a land populated by Scottish terriers and the occasional collie, fox, and Great Dane!
I shall post the story as soon as I remember how it goes! I also considered making the Flying Monkeys be dogcatchers in a helicopter, but I decided not to.

Anymous

Jake installed Ghost Masters as well and he's at Poultrygeist now, I'm at the last level of Act II, Phantom of the Operating Table. Annoyingly, it's in a hospital, which has so many rooms in it, it's next to impossible to scare anyone. And there's somewhere around twenty people.

The weather has been really odd today. For several minutes, it's raining, and then it's sunny and drizzling. I remember one time about a year ago when it was raining in only one half of the yard.

What everybody is doing:
Jake: Is beating the Poultrygeist level to smithereens.
Dad: Is making a little flying monkey picture.
Mom: Is selling her unwanted stuff to her Animal Crossing Neighbors.
Ben: Is waiting for the Internet, Wii, or computers to be freed for his usage.
I: Am blogging and looking up stuff on the Animal Crossing: City Folk Wikispace.

Ben is also poking me into submission to get off the computer.
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We apologize for the inconvenience...

...But, due to Impromptu Writer's Block, the Story of Nonsense will have to be left in a cliffhanger until further notice. -The Management


In further news, I installed Ghost Masters two days ago, and already I'm at level three act two. There's even a spoof of the movie Poltergeist as a level, complete with a little girl named Carol-Anne. Unfortunately, it's SO DARN HARD that I had to Google the walkthrough to beat it. Oh, sure, scare away the medium... I TRIED THAT! She just ends up banishing all of my ghosts. And I thought the first act was hard...

Story of Nonsense, part II

Steve grabbed a strawberry with his paws and began to nibble.
"Om nom nom n--"
He jerked his head up, alert. Sally had entered the kitchen, although she was distracted with washing dishes for the moment. Steve carefully picked up the strawberry in his mouth and raced back for his house, where he quickly snarfed down the rest of the strawberry. Tasty. But then it occurred to Steve.
"What about dinner?"
So, back he went to the kitchen.

Steve repeated the process of running up the tablecloth and gathering the strawberries until he ran out of room in his house. He was rather quick at this, and Sally never noticed. Until she turned around and discovered that the plate of strawberries was empty and a mouse was currently chasing one across the floor to a hole in the wall.

Sally screamed and fainted, causing a small earthquake that caused Steve to fall over, accidentally kicking the strawberry underneath the fridge. "Drat!" He squeaked, but at the moment he was more concerned about what would happen when the fancy family found their maid in a dead faint on the fancy floor in the fancy kitchen.

Story of Nonsense, part I

Once upon a time, there was a little mouse named Steve, with little whiskers and little grey ears. Sometimes he wore a little pair of spectacles and a tiny waistcoat, but only on the holidays. Everybody loved Steve, simply because he was a mouse. (Or, at the very least, everybody Steve knew, who would be a little songbird named Gwen and a dandelion who didn't talk much.)

Except for Sally, who was a musophobiac.
This would not be a problem if Steve didn't live in Sally's kitchen. He lived there because Sally was a maid in a fancy kitchen, cooking meals for a  fancy family in a fancy household in a fancy neighborhood in a fancy... well, you get the idea. Steve had to live in the kitchen; all the food was there. Occasionally there was enough dropped tidbits of things that Steve could make a sandwich. Or a grilled cheese. Or, if he was terribly lucky, a salad! Steve was a fan of salads. Yum, yum, yum. Salads with cauliflower. Cauliflower for lunch and dinner...

 Steve blinked rapidly and shook his head, realizing he had been digressing. He had been writing his biography, which he did by using a pencil stub he'd found and holding it in his mouth. Steve examined his work... and remembered that he had no spelling ability whatsoever and that this method of writing was rather impractical. Steve shrugged and nibbled the bit of paper he was writing on to smithereens. There, he thought. Then he looked around his humble home inside the wall of the kitchen. He knew it might be a tad drab, considering how he didn't even have a matchbox to sleep in, but he was cozy.
& hungry. Very hungry. So hungry, he dared risk a trip to the kitchen for some scrounging. Sally had recently made breakfast for the fancy family, and Steve hoped for a smidgen of butter and a cracker, or perhaps some cookies. Yum, cookies. Steve loved cookies, too.

Steve poked his little nose outside of his home in the wall and twitched his little whiskers.
"Sniff sniff, sniff sniff."
He poked his head out.
Blink. 
He scampered insanely fast up the tablecloth and looked around cautiously. A bowl, some glasses, and--
Steve gave a squeak of joy. Could it be? Could it really be? A plate of fresh strawberries and bowl of lettuce stood within easy reach. But what was this? Steve heard Sally making her way towards the kitchen. Oh, lovely. What should I do now? Steve thought irritably. Run like double-greased lightning to get some fruit and veggies, risking getting my beautiful and mighty useful tail chopped off--or worse!-- by Sally, or run to the safety of my house, risking losing this wonderful feast?
Oh, whatever.
Steve raced for the fruit.

Failkinz part II

Here are more mistakes Webkinz made! And they still haven't fixed the warthog.

• They made a Cheshire cat. It's SCARY. 
• They made a Sock Monkey a few months ago, too.
• They made a Shamrock Dragon.

In other news, hello from Keilee's house! Keilee says these are not scary. AT ALL. And Amanda is trying to kill me. Amanda is a creepy doll Keilee owns. A murderous one, nonetheless.

THAT MADE NO SENSE! Anyhow, Keilee & I have a mini-band called 3998. ( chan has been killed by amanda oh wait she is getting up i must help her) Please ignore my insane accomplice. Would you all like to hear the songs we have written? Sorry, but they're held for further listening. Orders from Kei.

Translations

Ben and I were using the Google Translator, and I typed in,


"If you were in the Wizard of Oz, then you would be a monkey. Flap your little wings. You would crash into a building, because you can't really fly."
That translated into Spanish and from Spanish to English is:

"If you were in the Wizard of Oz, then it would be a monkey. Flap your wings little. The explosion in a building because you cannot really fly."

Then I came up with a poem. Naturally, I translated it into Spanish.


It is cold,
It is snowing,
And we're never really knowing,
How cold it is outside,
'Cos the weatherman, he lies,
It's March,
It's cold,
And it's kind of getting old,
'Cos although the lying weatherman,
He does the best he can,
It could be 50
When it's 20
And I have had plenty
Of the cold that is Winter
Whatever rhymes with Winter.

In Spanish:

Es frío,Está nevando,Y nunca está realmente saber,¡Qué frío está fuera,Porque el hombre del tiempo, él miente,Es de marzo,Hace frío,Y es una especie de viejo,Porque aunque el hombre del tiempo la mentira,Él hace lo mejor que puede,Podría ser de 50Cuando llega el 20Y he tenido muchosDel frío invierno que seLo que rima con el invierno.


Translated back:


It is cold,It's snowing,And never really know,How cold it is outside,Because the weather man, he lies,It's March,It's cold,It is a kind of old,Because even though the weather man lies,He does his best,It could be 50When he arrives on 20And I have had manyThe cold winter thatWhat rhymes with winter.




That made no sense! What a manah-manah. 

Random Spontaneous Post II

It's 9:30 on the 2nd of March, and it's still snowing. WE'RE LOOKING FOR SPRINGTIME, HERE!!!
I tried looking to see if Fang's blog (y'know, from the Maximum Ride series) exists, but all I got was a blog about cereal. Oh, wait, I found it. Ignore everything I just said. 


Jake and Ben have been digging a hole in the backyard for about a week now. Last I checked, it was 1 foot 10 inches deep, 10 feet long and 5 feet wide. And we're still digging. Last night I had a dream they took all the dirt from it, built into half a pyramid, and found a gigantic iron bowl and opened up a museum in the backyard. Then the government built a hiking trail in two seconds in the pasture with shovels and then they slid down it with neon green and red skis. That were not broken.

I just realized my blog has nothing to do with little colored fairy lights.

No more bragging rights.

May it also be noted that the Hangman game, although I switched the language to Spanish, is still in English.

So, no, you do not get any more bragging rights than you would originally.

Failkinz

Webkinz has decided to make a warthog for April. Ordinary, right?
Wrong.

According to the Pet Description, they love to "trot in the tundra".

Does anybody else notice what is wrong here?

WARTHOGS
DO NOT
LIVE
IN
ALASKA.


But then there's the other insults to animals they created. For one, there's this pink dog with sparkles on it. 
For two, there's this rainbow armadillo that looks more like it should be a Webkinz Jr., which by the way, are these overstuffed Webkinz they designed for kids 3-6 with too much free time and money (the things are 20 dollars apiece) and the ability to carry around something half their size.  I think they should stop making animals that don't exist and they know nobody is going to buy them anyway and they should make animals that do exist. Like a sea turtle at least. And the thing has been around for 5 years and they still don't have a hamster.