This is seriously really trippy! You have been warned. I should be doing my homework, or sleeping, oh well. By the way, all this stuff belong to Marvel, and whoever owns the Wizard of Oz.

By: Kelly

Evan stepped out of the Xavier institute and looked around. The colors were extremely vivid: his hair was neon yellow, the sky was bright blue, and the grass looked practically radioactive. “AGGGHH!!! My eyes!!!! My eyes!” he yelled, diving for cover.

*A hand reaches out and turns down the color dial of the TV, “Sorry, it was in black and white before.”*

“Yeah, thanks man.” Evan looked around again. “Whoa, where am I? I’m definitely not in Kansas . . . ugh . . . Bayville . . . I’m not in Bayville anymore.” he said, looking embarrassed, “And now I’m talking to myself,” As he said this, a dog came bounding out of the house, it’s blue fur blowing in the wind, “That’s better.”

Kurt turns to demented writer of this fic: “Wait a minute! I’m a dog?”

Kelly: “Yeah, You got a problem with that?”

Kurt: “A little.”

Kelly: “Quiet, you’re the main character in all my fics, you can be a dog for this one!”

Kurt: “But . . .”

Kelly: “One more peep out of you and you’ll be cut out of this.”

Kurt: “Peep!”

Kelly: *Gets out the scissors*

So . . . ahem . . . back to the fiction . . .

Evan and his dog . . . uh, I mean . . . Dog? What dog? There wasn’t ever a dog, you’re imagining things.

As Evan stepped off the front porch, he noticed a white pair of gogo boots sticking out from under the house. About twenty feet away, a group of small men we’re carrying picket signs and parading around, he decided to ask them what was going on.

He walked over to them, “Hey, you’re munchkins, aren’t you? Can you help me?” he said turning to one. The man growled and handed him a pamphlet entitled “Munchkins No More, speaking out for the rights of the height challenged.”

They all started chanting “Hell no! We aren’t low!” repeatedly. Evan decided to wait for someone else to come. He sat on the front porch, head in his hands, watching the gogo boots twitch occasionally. Out of nowhere, a girl with long red hair appeared in front of him.

“Yo Jean, what’s going on?”

She looked at him strangely, “I’m am Jleanda, the good witch of the north. We’re all very grateful,” the munchkins grumbled in the background, “Er . . . I am very grateful because you have saved us from the wicked witch of the East, Mysiquea. However, I fear you are in danger. Her brother will want revenge on you.”

“Man, I just want to go home.”

“Well, you could go see the all-powerful omnipotent (as opposed to impotent) Wizard of X, I’m sure he could get you home. In the meantime, I will give you these ruby basketball sneakers to protect you from the wicked witch of the West.” She waved her wand and Evan was wearing a pair of red, shiny, size 15 runners.

“Uh . . . thanks. Does there have to be so much sequence?” But Jleanda was already on her way, she turned as she left calling out, “Oh yeah!! Follow the blue brick road.”

Kurt: “So now I’m a road?”

Kelly: “Quiet You!!”

To be continued . . . . possibly

AN- Well, that sure was strange. . . . and short. I probably won’t continue with it unless I get a bunch of reviews, so if you enjoyed it and want to see more, then review. If not, meh! I wrote this at like 1:00 last night, so if there are glaring errors please forgive me, I’m too lazy to edit! Part 2