Here's a catastrophe!
What a dreadful storm.
Never in the land of Oz has there been one like it.
I wonder from what unknown country the storm blew this house.
Such a strange dwelling - so different from ours.
The same storm that brought this shouse has blown half of our home away.
Bring her along.
What's that?
Somebody under arrest. A strange looking girl.
A witch, perhaps.
The storm may have been her work.
Here's an enchantress. Do any of you know her?
No!
Who are you, and where do you come from?
My name is Cynthia, and I am a lady lunatic.
Does the asylum know you are out?
Fear nothing. I am not dangerous.
Your reason?
I've lost my reason.
She's a sorceress. To the river with her.
That's no way to treat a perfect lady lunatic.
If you sink we'll believe you.
But I will not sink. I've been taking swimming lessons from a banker.
Swimming lessons from a banker?
Yes he
told
taught me how to float a loan.
To the river.
Halt! What would you do with this girl?
She's a sorceress, and her spells produced the recent cyclone.
Then you should thank her on your knees. The storm has made you free.
Free?
It dropped that house upon your cruel tyrant, the Wicked Witch. Her cruel spells and wicked enchantments have caused you endless misery. She hated love and happiness, and while she lived would not permit you to know them.
If you are a member of the Sorceress' Union show your card.
I haven't one. I have never sorcered. I am only a sweet girl maniac. Listen, and I will tell you my story.
I was once a saleslady in one of our largest department stores.
Ah, yes, I have seen your open face at an opening sale of umbrellas that wouldn't open.
No, I was at the alligator counter in the animal department. I was engaged to a young musician named Niccolo Chopper who played the piccolo.
Poor girl!
He was so generous. As soon as our wedding day was fixed he gave me my alimony in advance.
Where is he now?
The Wicked Witch enchanted him. He never returned.
How do you hope to find him?
By whistling his favorite tune. No matter what the witch may have made of him, if he hears the tune he will answer.
Did he play it often?
For hours at a time. You can't imagine how he objected to a change of air.
You doubtless learned to love it?
True. And on moonlight nights he would always play it in the vegetable garden back of my semi-Queen Anne suburban boarding house.
Where did you say this house came from?
From the skies, your highness.
A strange abode from some unknown land.
News! Wonderful news!
Of whom?
Pastoria, the rightful king of Oz, has returned on the wings of the wind.
Are you sure of that, Sir Dashemoff?
The cyclone blew Pastoria home again. Aided by General Riskitt he has started a revolution already.
Where's Pastoria going to find the money for his revolution?
He's selling reserved seats for his own coronation.
How came King Pastoria to leave the land of Oz?
One day, years ago, a balloon brought to the Emerald City a mysterious man from a mysterious place they call the earth.
I've read about it in our children's books.
The stranger lured Pastoria into the balloon and cut the ropes. It bore Pastoria through the clouds. The stranger remained and, because of his mystic arts, was crowned King of Oz.
If Pastoria gets his throne away from the Wizard of Oz, it will be hard luck for me. I'll have to grind out a new royal anthem.
Pastoria approaches.
Halt! His Majesty would address the army.
My faithful soldiers. As I gaze upon your faces it gives me
Men with faces like yours ought to die for somebody. - and I'm as good an excuse as you'll ever get.
When you face the enemy, chanting your battle hymn, -- where's that battle hymn?
All ready, sire.
This ought to make heroes of you all.
When we were children we cried for Pastoria! Now, wouldn't that wilt the feathers on Maud's new boa!
You shall restore me to my rights. As for the cheap swindler who has stolen my throne - The Wizard of Oz, --
Where will you find a greater scoundrel, a more contemptible being, than that Wizard of Oz?
Hear! Hear!
No, - no! I mean, where?
As for your pay, have no fear. As we approach the capitol I will dispose of reserved seats for my coronation at speculator's rates.
S-sh --! A customer approaches.
Tickets for Pastoria's coronation?
Two on the center aisle, four rows from the front.
He's a speculator.
Down with him.
Wait. He may be my long-lost Niccolo.
I'm nobody but the King. For years I ruled the Land of Oz and was the best dressed little king that ever tied a four in hand. The people loved me then, and called me their Tony Pastoria.
I pray thee, play upon this piccolo.
The wicked witch may have changed my sweetheart into you; How perfectly awful!
I'm not your sweetheart.
Then prove it by playing "The Carnival of Venice" with variations.
There was a bum note in the crescendo that Niccolo could never avoid.
The idea! Open that box.
What's the name in the crown of that crown?
Pastoria II.
It was on my head when that confounded balloon carried me away. It fitted me then, and it fits me now.
What's the meaning of that queer costume?
When the cyclone picked me up I was working as a motorman in Kansas.
What's a motorman?
Well, a motorman is a fellow that takes life easy. He's a regular lady killer, and a sort of business agent for the Undertakers' Union. When I reached the earth I had to do something for a living.
Your Majesty had to work? Terrible!
Yes. Your Majesty had to eat. I grew so desperate I decided
to stop at nothing, so I became a motorman. It's a merry
Why?
He said the girls were more sociable. He used to sing a beautiful song about one of them.
Was it soulful?
Well, you can judge for yourself.
You are not like my Niccolo, and yet seem to be he. If I could see you make love to someone else -- my Niccolo would never do that in my presence.
Pasty! Pasty! Where are you, darling?
You'll have a chance, for here comes my fiancee.
A woman!
Yes. She was a waitress in the railroad station at Topeka. Her name is Tryxie.
Tryxie?
Yes. We were blown out of Kansas at the same time. When the cyclone struck town I was standing on the front platform of my car and had just yelled, "Hold fast for a sharp curve". As we sailed over the roofs a beautiful girl suddenly shot out of a neighboring cloud and hit my dashboard. She was carrying a plate of beans. She said she was going my way and before the cyclone dropped us through yonder chestnut trees we were engaged.
Darling, I hope you won't think me gross, but I wish you would take me by the hand and lead me to a large porterhouse steak.
Girl, the stake that I am fighting for is not a porterhouse. I may be slain. Then what would lovey do if dovey died?
Why lovey would die too.
Do you remember, I met you as a motorman.
I was struck by you at our first meeting.
You were carrying a book.
Roosevelt's Memoirs.
I ran over them without asking you.
Because you got the bell to go ahead.
Then I went ahead to get the belle.
You couldn't have offered me a palace then.
No. About all you could expect from a street car man is "a little room up front."
What were your prospects then?
Same as the conductors' - only fare.
And yet you loved me then.
I yearned for you.
And you love me now?
With all the heart a motorman is allowed to have.
Pasty, you are just too awful!
To resume -- how much does oo love oosey?
OO's OOsey?
OOS.
Enough. I am convinced. My Niccolo could never hand out such a tart line of wedding march conversation.
Is this a lady detective?
No. This is a lady lunatic.
Yes; mad through with blighted love. Now will I to the vegetable garden where I last saw him.
Here are young spring onions - they're for insomnia; here's celery for remembrance, - and here are March strawberries - for -- a dollar a box!
Poor thing -how she loved him! Niccolo must have been very handsome.
Yes. I reminded her strongly of him.
But, she is a lunatic. That explains a lot of things.
Tryxie, you see what it is to lose a fond lover. Now suppose, suppose you were to lose me?
Pastoria, you know I never was lucky.
I know. But, what would you do?
Why, someone else, I suppose.
But tell me, what do you think of the country you're to reign over as my queen?
Oh, well enough as far as I've gone. But it was a bad time to leave Kansas.
Why?
Barnum's circus was billed for our town for the 13th, and next to a Boston cream puff I love a circus.
Well, where am I at?
Surely, this isn't Kansas?
Imogen, we are lost, and we'll never see home again. How poor Father will miss us.
You were the only thing to prove he ran a dairy. Now he won't be able to mix up any more milk until I get back with the key to the plaster of Paris barrel. I wish we could run into another cyclone going the way we came from.
What are you crying for?
Be brave, like me. Will somebody tell me the way back to Kansas.
My! but our house is bent. Well, if the cyclone hasn't blown Carrie Barry's front door right on our porch. There's her name on the doorplate. Hello! what's this?
"To the Princess within." Here's a joke, Imogen.
Why it's a love song from a perfect stranger.
There she is, your Highness.
Whence comes this maiden?
I know not. I only know I love her.
Go away, Imogen! Where are your manners! Keep your nose out of my correspondence hereafter.
Her name?
Caroline Barry. That's the name on the doorplate of the cottage she arrived in.
How sweet.
Do you refer to my poor poem?
Did you send me this, sir?
I did. And may her Highness present me?
If her Highness pleases.
Little girl, this is Sir Dashemoff Daily, our Poet Laureate, And I am Locusta, the Witch of the North.
A witch?
Ah, don't be afraid - I'm not one of the black cat and broomstick kind.
Then tell me - am I far from Kansas?
Kansas? Where is Kansas?
Imogen, do you hear that? She'll ask us next where Topeka is.
Listen, ye Munchkins; this pretty stranger is under my special protection.
You are a lucky girl.
In proof of that I will bestow this magic ring upon her.
Whoever wears this ring may have two wishes gratified.
Then I wish Imogen and me back to Kansas?
What's the matter? Why don't we arrive?
I'm sorry, but my wishes have no power beyond the land in which they are granted. They can only aid you here.
But I want to go home. Tell me, what am I to do?
You must go to the wonderful Wizard of Oz. He alone has the power to transport you across the burning desert. As a member of the Witches' Union I have business elsewhere. When danger threatens, remember your ring.
Now Mistress Barry ----
I'm not Mistress Barry. I'm Dorothy Gale.
But, the name on the door?
Oh, that door belongs to the cottage of an old maid who lived just below our farm.
But I've made my song to Mistress Barry, and if you are not she --
Oh, the song's not wasted. I like it very much. I wish I knew it. How odd -- I DO know it. Why, it's a miracle.
No, it's the ring. Your first wish has been granted.
We'll see.
Is that what you think of Carrie Barry?
That's what I think of Dorothy Gale.
I don't believe it.
I'll tell you why you must.
It's a runaway.
No, it's General Riskitt.
Report to his Majesty at once.
For what service?
His Majesty is writing a temperance poem and he's stuck for a rhyme to Saraparilla.
That's what I get for hiring out as a Poet Laureate. Excuse me till I find the rhyme.
Alone again. Well this is cheerful. Nothing in sight to talk to but this Scarecrow.
Well, as queer as he looks, I feel so lonely I wish he were alive.
Help! Help!
Good morning.
Is this your cow?
Yes-es.
Well, if you don't want me to lose a leg, call him off.
Thanks, awfully, for bringing me to life. Isn't this lovely weather for July?
The ring! Another wish wasted.
Would you mind taking this golf ball out of my ear?
My ear is on the other side.
That makes me one down.
You seem well posted.
If I wasn't well posted I couldn't stand up.
I mean, you know what's in fashion.
For a long time I've been just behind the stile.
Don't you think you're smart!
I don't think at all. I haven't any brains.
No brains?
There is nothing there but a handful of excelsior covered with a dishrag. When the farmer was filling me with straw yesterday he said, "I guess I'll shake him". When I saw the size of his hand I knew it was on me. Then he jabbed this pole into my back and said, "You're stuck". That put me up in the air, where I've been for the last twenty-four hours.
But you're alive now, and how are you going to earn your living without brains?
I won't be lonely. Will you help me down?
Certainly.
I'm getting a bad pain in my polar regions, from lack of exercise.
Can't you walk?
No. But I'll take steps to learn.
Oh, - but you're a loose character. What's you name?
Haven't any.
No name? But, you've a family of some sort, haven't you?
Judging from what I'm stuffed with I am related to Secretary Hay.
How about yourself? Who are you? - where did you drop from? Where are you going, and why do you go there? Tell me all about it, while I see which way the wind blows.
My name is Dorothy, and I am one of the Kansas Gales.
That accounts for your breezy manner.
When I am at home I live in Kansas. Just now I am lost, and I am going to the Emerald City to ask the wonderful Wizard of Oz to help me.
What, to get back to Kansas? Dottie, why trifle with your luck?
Behave. You are old enough to know better.
No, I'm not! I was just born, and it will be three hundred and sixty-four days before I have a birthday.
How long do you think you'll live?
If I can escape that cow of yours, until I'm used to stuff a summer boarder's mattress. Do you think the Wizard would have a set of brains knocking around his place that would fit me?
He might.
If I thought he could fix me up I'd go with you.
Come along. Even if he is out of your size you'll be no worse off than you are now.
We're a nice looking couple. Suppose we're arrested for vagrancy?
You could give straw bail. Do you know, I can hardly believe that you have no brains? How careless the farmer was to leave them out.
Wasn't he? I wouldn't treat a dog that way.
Are you one of us?
No. Are you?
Would you like to join a revolution?
That's my specialty. I'm Sir Wiley Gyle, at your services. Revolutions to order. Kings dethroned while you wait.
Then join our plot to put Pastoria II on the throne again.
What! has that fried oyster returned?
There's the Wizard's proclamation against him.
Help Pastoria? Not I. I'm next in line for that throne, my boy.
But how are you going to overthrow the wizard?
Ever since his balloon landed here the people have been in dread of his magic, and of him. He's made 'em think he has unearthly powers. But, I'll show 'em!
Going to expose him?
Expose him, or blow him up.
Blow him up - what with?
One of the bargain-sale bombs. - If I can ever get one to work.
Anything the matter with that one?
I'll bet it's no good. They had a bargain sale of infernal machines and bombs at one of our big stores last month; they'd bought out the stock of an anarchist factory. I got a hundred bombs for five ninety-eight, -- and not one of the darned things has worked yet.
Won't they take 'em back?
No. They won't exchange bargains.
I'm sure this one is no good, too.
Don't take a chance like that!
Every time I throw one of those bombs at the wizard I get arrested for playing baseball in the streets.
I beg your pardon. Could you direct me to a small piece of toast?
Toast?
Yes, toast. I am a sweet girl maniac, and to-day it is my fancy that I am a poached egg. If I could only find a piece of toast I'd rest myself on it.
I've heard a young man named Niccolo was the cause of this.
Jilted her?
No. He was turned into somebody else by a witch, and she can't find him.
Prithee, play upon this.
Listen, girl. Would you know your Niccolo if you met him?
Ah, you're not he, are you?
No. But I think I can lead you to him.
Quickly, then.
If Niccolo in his new form fails to recognize you, would you still yearn for him?
Aye! more than ever.
Listen! your lost lover is here. The witch has turned him into a wizard, - the wizard of Oz, - and he rules the Emerald City. Nobody knows it but me. The wizard don't know it. Go to him when no one is about, and grab and gag him. And when you have got him far away say to him that Sir Wiley put you on.
Don't forget -- Sir Wiley.
Ye Gods! My Nick a wizard! If he should fail to recognize me, and turn me into a sponge cake - what would be my finish? I pray thee, come and plead the cause of crime. A lady lunatic.
Her reason lost because she lost her lover. Would I go mad if I should lose my Dorothy? Perhaps, because I already love her madly. I know that, for I know what love is.
Halt! Your precious monarch will make a final speech before the campaign opens.
Before this awful war begins I want you to understand one thing. You are the soldiers of a free and glorious country; if you win victory you will be roasted. If you are defeated you will be roasted also.
We understand.
Then you may take my final photograph for the illustrated papers.
What is it?
It sounds like dinner time in a menagerie.
Come back! Come back! you cowards -- come back!
Lie down, Bruno. Nice lion, good lion, sweet lion, dandelion, lie down.
Very well then, sit up, if you prefer.
Do you mean that you want your picture taken?
Something nice for the family album?
Well, you can have an appointment next Wednesday afternoon.
Or, right away, if you prefer it.
Now look pleasant, please.
How am I going to make that beast look pleasant? Shall I tell him to watch for the little birdie? No, I have it.
Look for the nice little fat boy.
No, no! Not here. Right out there.
That's it. Don't move.
Mosquitos, bothering you? Yes, there are more than usual this summer. 'Round the corner, in the next jungle there aren't any.
Now ready, again. Steady!
That will be all, thank you. How do you like your photos done, - plenty of gloss, or domestic finish?
All right. We'll do them both ways. You needn't call for the proof, I'll send them.
Is your Majesty alone?
Where is my army?
He's in the top of the tallest tree, and he won't come down.
Have they deserted my banner so soon?
Yes. Here's a notice just sent from police headquarters in the Emerald City.
"To our beloved police: Wanted, for treason, a small creature with slate pencil legs, an eye like a halibut, and a face like a cold flaxseed poultice, calling itself Pastoria II." After that description how can I escape?
We'll both need disguises.
And the sooner we get them the better. See to it at once.
I am so hungry I could eat a fifty cent table d'hote and think it was food.
Alas! that I should have chosen for a Queen one whose appetite is so stenuous.
Pasty, when you invited me to become your Queen did you think I lived on air?
I saw only your face - your lovely face.
Yes; but even the loveliest face has to be fed.
Another fond delusion shattered. Now I know that woman is but a hollow mockery. Come, let us on to my kingdom.
Come along, I'll help you get a position. Now, what field have you been in?
All of them. I began in the pasture lot, and was moved up to the potato patch.
Do you know beans?
I should say I do. A bean vine grew up my right leg once.
What are you doing?
Eating.
What do you do that for?
Because I'm hungry. Don't you ever eat?
No. I'm stuffed full now. Pretty soon you'll be stuffed full and you won't be able to eat either.
I eat three or four times a day.
Is it necessary?
Of course.
How I pity you. You people of flesh must waste a lot of time trying to keep alive.
Haven't you any taste?
I admire you.
You're a strange creature. That farmer might have taken more pains in your manufacture in more ways than one.
Yes. Think of his starting me in life with so few advantages.
What's that?
It sounds like a carette horse passing a stable at dinner time.
It comes from behind these bushes. Dare you look and see what it is?
I fear nothing, but a lighted match, or a cigarette smoker. If ever I bump up against either of those two -- peace to my ashes.
I've got it.
Is that a man, or a hardware store?
He's been married tin years and this is his tin wedding.
Did you play, sir?
Did I play? I've been practicing that lovely tune for over a year.
Why do you stand so still?
I'm rusted.
Where?
In my joints.
Must you stay there forever?
Not if you will help me. Get the oil can from behind that stump and oil me up a bit and then I'll be oil right.
I'll rush the can.
What a blessed relief. Accept my thanks. Nick Chopper is at last himself again.
I'm so glad we heard you. What a dangerous position you were in.
Wasn't I? If a hold-up man had come along with a can opener he might have gone through me with ease.
Here, oil my neck a little more. It doesn't turn smoothly.
Some of these tough joints ought to be pulled.
Your friend seems to be one of the light fingered gentry. I hope he's not as bad as he's painted.
What a horrid thing for you to say, after his helping you out of your trouble.
I beg your pardon, Miss; it's a long time since I've been in polite society and I'm still a bit rusty.
Much obliged for the grease. Ah, I was not always made of tin. Once I was made of flesh and blood, as you two are.
Cut me out, please.
How did it happen.
A pretty Munchkin girl loved me devotedly. Often she came and held the trees while I chopped them down, and then gently lowered them to the ground. But the wicked witch had forbidden any love-making in her domains, and one day Cynthia and I were caught holding hands. She enchanted my axe so that it slipped and cut off my leg. I went to the tinsmith and had a new one made. Then, one by one, I lost my arms, head, and body, but the tinsmith replaced each missing member. I kept on chopping wood, though, and said nothing. I was happy, notwithstanding, until I discovered that I no longer loved Cynthia.
No longer loved her? Why?
The tinsmith had forgotten to give me a heart.
That probably came extra.
Come along with us to Oz, perhaps you can get a heart.
Who is Oz - a butcher?
No, no! It's city, where a wonderful wizard rules.
Oh, Dorothy! Dorothy!
Here I am. I'm so glad to meet you again. I've lost my way.
These poppy fields are pathless.
The Tin-man punctured himself with a rusty nail, and I had to send for a plumber to solder up his wound.
The Tin-man?
A new friend of mine.
I found a rhyme for "Sarsaparilla", but now I can't find the king.
S-sh! the Wizard's police are after us and we are disguised as a one ring circus.
This is Pastoria II, the rightful king of Oz.
I am Signiorina Bouncerino, premiere equestrienne.
And I am Signor Gonzabo, premier lion tamer.
Sit up, Bruno, Kiss your paw.
No, no! Kiss your paw to the ladies.
But come, we must not tarry here. On to the Emerald City.
Are you sleepy?
Very. It's the perfume of these flowers.
Yes; they make opium of them, I've read.
I feel like forty winks and a couple of naps.
Not a bad idea. I think I'll use you as a sofa pillow. You're not much as a mattress, but you'd make an awful hit with me, served rare, with mashed potatoes.
Bruno, kindly give me an imitation of a folding bed.
Will somebody bring me my shaving water and a poached egg some time next week?
What does this mean? My head reels. My eyes must close. The perfume stifles me. There's danger in this sleep I'm sure.
Where are you, Hay?
Did the plumber fix you up all right?
Oh, yes. I'm now a soldered, but wiser man.
Hello! I'm wounded too.
Got a few pins?
What for?
I want to collect my rent.
Asleep - all of them.
Let's wake them up.
You can't. Before I turned to tin I didn't dare to cross these fields.
Their perfume brings an endless sleep.
I don't feel sleepy.
Of course not. It's the brains that go to sleep, and you haven't got any.
But we can't leave little Dottie here.
How can we wake her.
I don't know, but we must.
Suppose we shake her?
No; it isn't polite to shake a lady.
What will we do?
I think she has a ring that will bring one of our leading witches to her aid.
Here it is.
But we don't know how it works.
Who can tell us?
Oh, Locusta!
Who calls me!
The child to whom I promised my friendship. She and her companions in the deadly grasp of these treacherous blossoms. Heartless and poisonous flowers, dare you defy the power of the Witch of the North
Defy me, who rules the North Wind and holds the Frost King as a willing subject? for this you shall die. For this shall I cloud the sunshine, which is your breath, and chill the warmth which gives you life.
Hail, winds of the frozen North! Come to my aid! Embrace these false blossoms, and wither them with your cold caresses! King of the Fronst, you do I invoke in this, my hour of vengeance. Hurl your glittering atoms upon these cruel flowers --
Congeal their sap of life, and set upon them the icy seal of your freezing kiss, which kills as surely as does their own treacherous breath. Thus shall my enemies perish! Thus shall I restore to life these mortals who now sleep, and rescue the maiden I have sworn to protect!
All hail to the wonderful Wizard of Oz.
Friends, an attempt has been made to assassinate your King. As I was about to enter the Emerald City a pistol shot was fired and struck me in the chest. After this I must have a protector.
Have we a good chest protector?
Here's a good man.
This way, if you please.
What is your business?
To watch.
Antyhing else?
To guard.
Then you are a watch-guard?
I am.
You are? Good. How much?
How much what, sire?
To protect.
Three dollars a week.
I can get a man with whiskers for four.
But think, sire, I would protect you against an army. Aye, a thousand. Aye, ten thousand! If they came upon us I would run my sword through them, one by one.
Good boy! And if it came to a show-down I'd help you run.
Friends, I'll begin my performance with the magic egg and handkerchief trick.
Watch!
I have here a tame egg and a fresh laid handkerchief. Now what I propose to do is to place the egg within the handkerchief and have it disappear, and re-appear in the mouth of some innocent spectator.
Bah!
I wish it to be understood that I have no confederate. And as I have no confederate will some gentleman please step forward and kindly assist me? ----Anyone at all ----no matter who.
Thank you, I'll take this gentleman.
Watch me closely now, for you'll find that my hands are quicker than your eyes. I place the egg within the handkerchief ---so!
and with a few magic passes --- is gone. Presto! Change!
It's a fake -- fake -- fake. He's a faker!
Now for the marvels of marvels - my famous magic basket.
I have here a basket which contains nothing but gleamerin' blades which go round and round. To satisfy yourselves you can all step up and examine the inside of the basket.
Now, I'm pleased to know that you're all satisfied that the basket contains nothing but gleamerin' knives, and as I have no confederate will some gentleman kindly step forward and assist me? Anyone at all. You can select whoever you like.
Thank you, I'll take this gentleman.
Now he's in the basket. We immediately turn the basket over.
Then we secure the dangerous burning acid. Fire in the liquid.
The burning acid I pour all over the basket.
Don't be alarmed. I'm here. Then we secure the sword,--
The poison tipped sword, piercing the basket through and through
Opening the basket, he's gone.
Closing the basket, and back to its original place and opening up the basket, and out he jumps, as lively and hearty as ever.
That's nothing. I can do it. I can do it.
You can?
Yes, me or any other fraud.
I have to laugh in my sleeve.
Laugh at him.
Again!
You see, they give you the ha-ha.
Can't you see that he's no wizard? Just a plain human humbug! If I prove that, and save the country from a tyrant will you make me king?
Prove it.
If he's a Wizard let him defy this bomb.
I'm a regular bomb charmer. Merely by a glance of the eye I hypnotize the dynamite.
What shall we do with him?
Throw him out of the palace. He's not worth taking seriously.
Some day one of these will work.
That's more than you'll do.
Now, Bardo, the royal entertainment being over you may pass the royal hat.
Here, come back. Don't run away.
What's the matter, Bardo?
They're very sorry, but they won't have anything to spare till pay-day.
Ah, there sits my Niccolo, brooding over his love for me. Beneath that awful mask beats the heart of my own true lover.
Good morrow, most noble king!
Good morning, Carrie.
Will you come rowing me with in my garden?
Rown' in the garden? I'll have to disappoint you; I'm just going out for a walk on the lake.
'Tis a deep sea garden the soft shell crabs are all in bloom, and as we row we'll dredge for oyster plants. And we'll build us a beautiful house of tinted pearls and butterflies to wait on us - and June bugs---
She's bug house.
Come with me to the bottom of the sea and be my king-fish.
No, I'd sooner stay here and stick to my perch.
Ah, sneer if you will; you cannot turn me from my purpose. Think, my darling think---
I think I'll think up here.
My head is full of thoughts; they go round and round---
Those are not thoughts - they are roller skates.
The lady has hallucinations.
My brain is on fire.
Yes, and I'm getting a little hot-headed myself.
Oh, Niccolo! Bewitched and transformed as you are, you must recognize your old sweetheart. Don't you remember we used to wander together.
And now you're wandering alone. Dinny open the gate - open the gate.
But I have found you. Come, fly with me.
I will as soon as my wings come back from the laundry.
Niccolo - Niccolo. Don't you remember your old sweetheart? Your little Cinnie, whom you swore to love forever? Think Think! You were younger then and your hair was parted in the middle. And Nick, ---you had another face.
That's a hard one - that's a hard one. I beg pardon, but from childhood up this face grew on me. Now, see here, my good lady, we had better come to an understanding. Your ideas are all right in a way, but even at that you're wrong. You think you're speaking to the party that you are, but you're not - you're talking to me.
Do you spurn the heart I lay at your feet? Alas, alas! I am undone.
You're all right behind.
Monster! If I cannot have my Nick I'll have revenge!
He's made of asbestos. Would that all lovers were fireproof.
Is this where the Wizard does his principal wizzing?
Can't you see it's his palace? Haven't you got any brains?
That's just what I came here to get.
He'd like a few brains and I'd like a pass to Kansas.
And what do YOU want of the Wizard?
I'll take a heart.
I'll announce you wants. But, be warned. Don't make light of aught in his presence.
If I made light of anything they'd cancel my fire insurance.
We've come a long way to get the Wizard to help us. Do you think he can?
I cannot tell. He alone knows.
Don't worry, Dottie. If you have to stay here we'll take care of you.
You're in on that, Pie-plates?
That's right, Dottie. With all my heart - when I get it.
His Majesty approaches!
Here comes the Wizard!
What! Strangers here!
Yes; little Dottie.
You all look a little Dottie.
Oh no, I'm Dorothy Gale. Are you the great Magician?
Am I? Watch!
All done by the passes of the hand.
Then you can send me back to Kansas with a pass.
I am not a Congressman.
Brains, please.
How will you have your brains, plain or sizzled?
Have them scrambled, by all means.
Yes, have them strangled.
How would you like a Russell Sage thinker with just a Dash of Hetty Green.
You're the doctor.
Bardo - my book, please.
"One pound of Angustora Phosphorus plant-tissue lyonised with tincture of fundamental and double distilled extract of Graphohoneical essence." Now, as far as I've got, how does that suit you?
When you get it tuned up, play something.
Tuned up?
Say, Wiz, never mind that blended brain; just mix him up a little of that straight Mark Hanna brand.
Correct. How would you like to have a Mark Hanna brain?
That's it - take it.
I'll take it.
That's it. Take the best, it's the cheapest. The other would make you daffy. Brains, the real genuine Mark Hanna grey matter. Now, for the oraments. Would you like to have a dash of orange bitters?
Take all you can get.
Take all I can get?
That's right. This way, please.
Oho! So you're a warbler, eh?
I'm so happy.
Well, you'll be happier by the time I'm through with you. Now do you know where you want your brains?
On the roof. Correct. Over here, please.
We start in by making a small incision. ---
Say, Wiz, that's no watermelon.
Certainly not. No watermelon.
Ah, I see he's troubled with a little hay fever -- and an over-abundance, too, at that. I'll remove---
Now, we'll see further.
Well, what have we here? In all my experiences in trephining I never saw anything to equal the likes of this.
And the further you go the better they get - a regular squirrel's nest.
Search that. I don't think there's a blank among any of them. The real genuine article.
This feller is nutty.
The first thing you know you'll have rubber brains. Keep quiet if you can't keep still.
We'll start in---
at the frontal bone, passing along the seam of imagination, crossing over to the pocket containing paroties of thought---
The Gridoler----
Now----
Well, brains---
Steady - steady!
Man dear, yer losin' yer senses. Couldn't you see?
The mucilage!
A few layers of the phrenological salve, and you're all right.
There you are. Your Mark Hanna roof is well shingled.
Oh, oh, how I love the poor workingman!
How do you feel now?
Like making speeches to the intelligent voter. I'll write one.
One heart haben.
What size heart do you wear?
Six-seven eights.
Wouldn't you like to be considered a big-hearted man?
I couldn't afford it Dottie. I've got lots of tin, but I hate to part with it.
Would you like to have your heart hot or cold?
Warm.
Warm?
Luke?
Here's one, left by a young lady named Sapho.
Then it's second handed. Very expensive?
Well, it used to be a dear heart, but this being bargain day I'll give it to you cheap. A dollar thirty-eight.
There's a flaw in it. I'll give you sixty-eight.
It's yours.
That's a bargain.
Will you have it wrapped or sent?
I'll take it wth me.
Where will you have it?
Don't put it in there.
Certainly not.
Sink it in those.
What do you want, a sink, or a ---Bardo, my surgical instruments.
Say, what are you? A plumber?
No. I think I'm a tinsmith.
I think you're a----wait a minute.
What's the matter? Nervous?
Just a little excited, that's all.
I'll stop that.
Wait a minute. There's no hurry about this.
Oh, yes there is, there's others waiting.
Well, let them wait. I guess I'll call in to-morrow.
Now, don't be heartless. Have a heart.
What's the matter with you?
Oh, Wizzie, ---nice little Wizzie -- will you do me a favor?
Certainly I will - what's the matter? What are you shaking about?
Just a little case of nervous prosperity.
I'll fix that.
That didn't hurt. Shine!
I'm going to put a little absinthe on your heart.
There, your heart will beat in two minutes!
It's working already.
Don't be alarmed. I suppose you want a pair of feet.
No, I want a pass to Kansas.
I'm afraid my Kansas passes are all cancelled.
Must I stay forever in this awful country?
How can you call anything awful after Topeka?
I'm so mad, I could cry.
Don't cry, Dottie. Look at what he did for me.
Don't step on it.
Oh! Broke my brand new heart!
How's this for stampeding a Convention? "The time has come to cripple the money octopus. We'll pull his leg. No, we'll clip his wings, and you'll all be happy when you vote for me."
There go the most successful miracles I ever performed, and I'm going to give a ball to-night in honor of my triumph. The last one I attended was in Topeka.
Where is your license for this company?
We had a dramatic license, but we lost it. We're only a moral one ring circus.
Is there all there is of you?
We had a stage-struck pig when we started.
What happened to the stagestruck pig?
He was cured in the last town.
And we had a happy family, too, -- that lion and a lamb.
Lost the lamb.
No. The lamb is still with us, - but beneath the surface.
I'll report your arrest to his wizziness.
And if His Wizziness recognizes you, it's into the cart with Du Barry!
Ugh! Stop putting ice down my back.
Where is your army? Where is your revolution?
Be patient, my Empress of Biscuit Shooters. Feast your eyes upon that throne whereon you and I will sit together as soon as we get a chance to prove Oz a humbug.
But is Oz a humbug?
Is he? Well, I should say he issie, Ozzie, izzie. On the earth you came from his feats of magic were chestnuts at all the church fairs fifty years ago.
Say, Hay, is this the place?
That's where we're at.
Why so sad, comrades?
Why do our faces look pinched?
Yes. Who did it?
The myrmidons of the usurper. Even the show business isn't safe in this pea-green town.
What show business?
Signor Gonzabo's only original one ring circus.
Where is it?
WE
are it! Ta, ta.
Have the animals been fed lately?
Why?
Because if that beast remains hungry I'm liable to join the menagerie against my will.
Oh, yes, she's been fed.
Why, she's perfectly amiable.
Come here, and I'll introduce you.
Thanks, we've met before.
Hold! Stand all apart.
I would speak with yonder wicked giant. It is my pleasure to think I am Jack-the-Giant-Killer. Come with me to yonder bean stalk, 'Tis but a mile high and when thou hast reached the top I will cut it down. I fain would see thee tumble.
Excuse me, I'm not good at tumbling.
Now that I look upon thee again I can believe that.
Will the Lady Lunatic kindly cut it short?
What are thou?
Oh, back to the padded cell with you.
Have you brought home a new cook? I prithee wash the potatoes.
Now, Pasty---
Abide thee there awhile
Thou cream-faced loon!
Where getst thou that goose look?
His Majesty commands your presence at once.
What for?
You're not to ask questions, but obey orders.
If I don't know, I don't go.
Your circus will give a special performance by royal command.
Ah, I breathe again.
Don't you belong to the circus?
No, indeed. Oh, yes, of course I do.
Do you have to act?
Oh, no, of course not. I don't have to act, but I love art.
What is your speciality?
I'm a bare-faced equestrienne, and I sing serio comics.
Whare are serio comics?
Haven't you ever heard one?
Never.
Some people are born lucky. Here's where your luck ends.
Quick, quick, my queen! The knock-out drops!
1---- 2---- 6---- 8----- 10 ----out. The rest is easy. Disguised in this fellow's clothes, I shall take his place. When the time comes Oz will put me in the trunk, then he will close the lid, turn the thing over and open it, and when he tells the people to look again they will see this trunk empty. Then I will rise at the back and denounce him as a fraud.
And they'll make you King again.
Then I shall lead you to a palace.
I'd rather be led to a restaurant.
Queens don't talk that way.
But I'm not a Queen. Listen, Pasty, I dreamed last night that I was in Heaven, eating ice cream and sauer kraut.
Go back to bed. But first help me carry this man where I can secure his clothes.
Is he heavy? He must have had his dinner. I could help you lift him if I had had mine.
The coast is clear. Come in - come in. Don't be afraid. I'm not. Come in, and look at his wonderful tricks. you haven't changed your minds? You'll let me prove to you that your ruler is no wizard? Then watch me. Here's his wonderful egg trick. See, a pocket in the handkerchief. And see the magic basket. Place this inside, turn it over so, --- and behold, the false bottom. Stupid, people, he has made a fool of you all for years. Rebel! Drive him from Oz. ----and make Sir Wiley your savior - king!
It shall be done.
Down with the Wizard! Down with the Wizard!
Yes, I'll do it. His confederate has lived long enough.
One good turn deserved another. I will nail it up. And tries to open it he will have a picnic. A basket picnic. The Wizard will wiz for the last time to-day.
H'st - would you know your king?
No, I'm too hungry to see straight.
Welcome, my faithful subjects, to our second daily exhibition.
This is the last he'll ever give.
We will proceed as usual with our marvelous magic basket.
Now then Citizens, watch him. I will prove how you have been tricked for years by this imposter. Watch! Watch him! Watch him!
You all know that the basket contains nothing but glimmering knives --if there's any doubt step forward and examine the basket.
You all know that I have no confederate. Now will some gentleman kindly step forward and assist me. Anyone at all. Anyone at all. I don't give a---- I don't care who it is.
Dinny!
Thank you - a little bit slow. I'll have to take this man. What's the matter Dinny, have ye been indulgin'?
in the basket. Now he's in the basket... We immediately turn the basket over.
He, he!
We take our time in turning the basket over.
Now we secure the dangerous burnin' acid.
Go on! Go on!
Somethin' doin'.
Go on.
Just a minute. I think one of the glimmering knives is broke.
Watch the faker.
Dinny, you're late.
Go on, don't stop.
Dinny, we're up against it.
Go on, we're just dying to see you do the trick again.
Yes, and Dinny will be dead if I DO do it again.
Watch him, it's WONDERFUL. Go on, pour it, pour it, pour it.
I refuse to reign and pour at the same time.
Do you refuse?
Yes, I do.
Then drive him out of Oz!
Down with him.
Wait! Wait! He'll do it.
Go on! Go on!
Dinny, watch yourself! Watch yourself.
This is not the Confederate. Who is this man?
I am Pastoria the Second.
Pastoria in that dress?
It's the costume of the man who guarded that imposter's
tricks. You all know me now. I am Pastoria
II
- returned
to denounce that man and claim the throne!
Who are you, and where do you come from?
We are cooks and waitresses and maids of all work.
And we're looking for an intelligence office.
In your travels have you met any suspicious characters?
Oh, everybody
Why the last people I worked for wouldn't believe that one mouse could steal a cold boiled ham.
I'm talking of escaped prisoners - enemies of King Pastoria. They broke out of the jail at Oz.
When did they escape?
Yesterday. There's a big reward for them.
What do they look like?
Read the royal proclamation over there.
You'll find their full description.
Oh, girls, it's a thousand gold pieces for the one who catches them.
Once across that bridge and we win. Do you think we've been missed at the prison?
Missed? My boy, when we left that prison all the cells were in tiers.
From this description we ought to know this prisoner if we meet him.
What does he look like?
"He has folding bed knees, and a face like a fightened buckwheat cake."
That's you.
Did you ever see a frightened buckwheat cake?
Yes; while the cream was being whipped.
Come, Harold, it's over the river with us.
What's the matter?
Don't you know.
We haven't been told.
That's it.
What's it?
You're it.
I've got it. This is a toll bridge and we can't go over until we've been told.
Oh!
'Tis a merry jest, but I see no change in you.
You see no change in me, because I'm broke.
What's the toll?
One fong.
One fong? This must be Chinese money.
Do you charge for anybody under five.
No.
That fixes me. I'm just nine days' old.
Nine days?
Yes, but I'm large for my age. You may not believe it, but I was born just nine days ago.
That don't go. And neither do you.
Can't you trust us for two measly fongs?
Not unless you leave your auto for security.
I haven't got one.
Haven't got an auto, with that hat?
Oh, every man who wears a sailor cap don't own a yacht.
What are you fellers, anyway?
MUST
you know?
Yes; or I'm likely to arrest you.
I'm a smoke inspector in a painless dental parlor.
And I'm a switchman in a ladies' hair emporium.
You don't seem to be telling the truth.
If I could find Little Dottie and the others they might help us.
Take a look for them.
I'll wait for you here.
Better leave these runaway prisoners to the police and spend
OUR
time getting places.
Shall we advertise first? Here are our ads, all ready for the want columns.
Here's a chance to turn the toll.
This is where my brains come in.
Excuse me, ladies, but why advertise?
We all need positions.
Here are the ads we are going to publish.
I know, you want everything - except work.
You must have kept an agency.
Right!
"A young German girl would like to give Russian lessons to a Swedish deaf mute in a refined Italian family."
"A neat and willing girl would like a position as a laundress in a family where the washing is sent out."
"A refined brunette will give good advice in exchange for a happy home."
"An epileptic French dressmaker would like employment. Fits guaranteed."
"A tired blonde will teach the rest cure to a wealthy aged couple. No objection to being adopted."
"An experienced worker would like to work an inexperienced young married couple."
Don't know of a few families who want girls like these?
I don't know of any that
WANT
them, but a good many may have
to have them.
But you can surely place a first class cook like me.
What's your specialty?
My pies are something to be remembered.
Some pies can never be forgotten. I'll tell you about one.
There! They've gone and I'm still shy the toll.
Find anybody?
No. Didn't find anything but a book.
What is the book?
"A Happy Home". In six parts.
Who broke it up?
What's a happy home got to do with a flat?
The woman who owns this book can find out anything she wants
to
I'd hate to be her husband.
For example - Chapter 9 - how to fry eggs. Chapter 12, The married woman's pocket book.
There's nothing in it. Go on.
Chapter 14. How to make ice water last.
That's easy. Make everything else first. Brains.
Chapter 20. What to do when Baby swallows an alarm clock.
I might try to sell it for enough to pay this toll.
Who are you?
We are book agents. I have here a book that no hungry man should be without.
No hungry man?
It has four plates and a canvas back.
I think you're two of the rebels names in that proclamation.
Not at all.
You tell your story with a straight front.
A straight front? Excuse me, my figure is all my own.
I'll arrest you both on suspicion.
Take them in.
This is all a mistake.
To the cage with them.
Get me a handwriting expert; he can prove by my signature that I'm somebody else, and that I died last year.
I say, this is wrong. We are not poll parrots.
If I was a swearing man I'd say, "Dash it all; we're up in the air!"
What a glorious chance to study the language of the birds and monkeys.
It's certain we've caught two of the rebels. The others are not far off. Let no one pass that bridge.
Halt! Let me enjoy their misery a moment longer.
My, but you look good.
If I wasn't a stickler for the truth I'd say "Ditto."
Have any of the other escaped prisoners been captured?
We've got the What-was-it, and the What-is-it in the cage.
Good! My joy increases.
Isn't he easily pleased?
So you're a wizard, eh? Come, - let me show you a trick. How to make the dust fly. Ha, ha, ha, give them brooms, men. Give them brooms, and let them perform the trick.
I'm no housemaid. I don't want your broom!
Pick that up, or I'll have you flogged. Pick it up, Sir Wiley, pick it up! Pick it up!
Of the two evils he chooses the broom.
My, my but you look funny. Ha, ha, ha.
Why so merry, dear Pasty?
Look at my new street cleaning gang. Ha, ha, ha, Aren't they a sight for sore eyes?
I hate to see that old chap punished.
Why?
Because he gave me the best laugh of my life. It was he Pasty dear, it was he that---
Oh, my, that nailed up the bottom of the Wizard's basket just before you got in it.
Bruno take that laughing hyena away. Put him to work on the sewer.
Right face - forward - march!
And now, Pasty, my boy.
Please cut the word "Pasty" out of your vocabulary. Remember if you please, that I am a King. His Majesty, Pastoria Rex.
That's all right for laying stones and opening expositions. But none of "Your Majesty" in mine, Pasty.
And don't you want to be a queen?
Pasty, you were one of the sweetest motormen I ever knew, but as a King you won't do at all.
Why not?
Your blue blood gives me the blues. For my part, I don't even know who my grandfather was, so I've nothing to be ashamed of.
Tryxie, if you desert me now my life will be as empty as a Summer resort at Christmas.
Can't help it. I'm not crochetting any worsted ties for you just now.
Won't you kiss and make up?
No.
Then don't kiss, just make up. You do that so well.
Brute!
To me, your King? Very well, we part here. I'll go back to my throne, and you can go back to your dairy kitchen, once more a biscuit shooter - and you might have been a queen.
That's nothing. If I had stayed at home I might have been head waitress at a lunch counter by this time.
My, but isn't she sassy! I'll bet she's a regular Must You.
For Goodness sake, what's a Must you?
I'm afraid to tell you, you might get the habit.
We'll try not to.
Well here's a yarn about one.
Here we are at last. See, there's the drawbridge. This is the frontier of Pastoria's dominion. Once over that bridge and we'll be free from him, and in another day we'll be safe in the land of Galinda, the Good.
See, a big reward is offered for our capture. Pastoria is doing his best to get us again.
They've caught Oz and Wiley Gyle and they're working on the street-cleaning chain gang. But come on, it's dangerous to linger.
I wish we could find our old friends the Scarecrow and the Tin-man and take them with us.
Hi there somebody. I can't sleep in this room. The mice are stealing my filling.
The Scarecrow!
What are you doing in there?
You can't do anything in here but time.
And the Tin-man! Here's a fix.
We can't go away and leave them in prison.
I'd like to put myself out to help you.
Don't worry. We'll stand by you.
How were you taken?
After being well shaken.
I'm awfully sorry. If we can't get you out we'll stay here and go back to Oz with you.
Ah, Dottie that touches my heart. If Sir Daily hadn't spoken first I'd fall dead in love with you.
If we're to attempt a rescue let's get at it.
We can set the Scarecrow free to begin with.
But, you ---
Oh, never mind about me. Dottie, if you have a pair of scissors with you send 'em up on the elevator.
Scissors? Yes, here they are.
Here's a paper of pins, and a needle and thread.
What have these to do with setting the Scarecrow free?
I'm going to cut him to pieces and pass him through these bars.
Can he stand it?
Wouldn't think any more of it than a cold in my head. He can drop my pieces out of the window - you hide them in that wash basket and carry 'em off and pin 'em together again.
But won't that be seriously fatal?
Not unless you lose some of me.
He ought to be done over like a mattress once a year anyway.
It's an awful risk, and I'm so fond of the Scarecrow. He owes his life to me. If I hadn't wished him into existence he'd still be scaring the birdies.
How about the sentries?
Are you good at sprinting?
Pretty good.
Then dash across that bridge withou†paying your toll, and lead them a chase. Now get to work.
I wonder who's escaping?
Maybe one of those rebels.
He has a fine lead, they'll never catch him now.
I hope they don't.
Do you know him?
He's my sweetheart. We're wandering minstrels. He writes the songs and I sing them.
Love songs, of course?
Yes. Here's one.
I'm here.
The Scarecrow is all carved, and ready to serve.
Go ahead.
Will you have some wing, or some second joint?
Both.
What are you doing there?
S-sh--! We're rescuing the Scarecrow. It was a hard problem to solve.
You seem to be doing it in fractions.
Who's that?
'Tis I, the Lady Lunatic. How does the Scarecrow feel about this?
Oh, he's all broke up. That'll be about all, Dottie.
Are you sure I've got all of him?
I think so. Wait - well, I'll be hanged.
What's the matter?
I forgot his head. Here it is.
How careless of you. Had we lost that he would have had to go through life without a head.
Have you known that tin gentleman long?
Not very.
There's something about him that reminds me of my long lost Niccolo.
Help me, Cynthia.
Where are you going with that basket?
To yonder garden, to gather geese berries for a plum pudding.
That basket isn't yours. Put it down - Put it down.
What's all this rubbish? Officer, take it and dump it in the river.
He is lost!
By George! What does this mean? Where are the sentries? Where is the guardian of the bridge and the cage? There is some mischief afoot. What ho! Guards!
He is gone, and has left the key in the door. Come down quick!
What a calamity! What a calamity!
Has any of him drifted away?
There goes his leg. Quick, give me a crab net.
This will give him an awful cold.
There's his body. Put that near the fire to dry.
Oh, don't do that.
I wonder if he would mind being run through a clothes wringer.
And here's his brains. Soaked, but otherwise intact. My! But you're pretty. Quick, let's put him together.
Where? We'll be seen here.
Hide him in the Sentry box.
What will we start with - his legs?
No, let us put his head up first, then he can tell us if we are putting him together right.
That's so. I can't tell his arms from his legs anyway.
There! Right in line again.
Will you take the water out of my ear?
Shake?
I can't yet.
Oh, I'm so glad to hear you speak again.
Hurry, you're wasting time.
Let me have an arm next, I want to scratch my nose.
What is that - right or left?
Let me see. Put that in the left corner.
Look out. Here come the soldiers.
Stay here. Don't run away.
Now then, I'll throw the rest at you - quick!
How do you feel now?
Like a wet scrambled egg. Is my face on straight?
Yes. Wasn't you frightened?
A trifle. I tried to stay collected, but I couldn't. Unless you put a few more pins in my neck, I'm liable to lose my head.
Old friend, welcome back to me. I'm so happy I could sing for---- well, I'm not going to frighten you by telling you how long.
Halt!
Get to work there you rascals.
That's good. What next?
You can polish up this square for a few hours.
Here's a fine finish for a King.
A nice job! Manicuring boulevards.
And me massaging side-walks.
A nice come-down for both of us.
If anybody asks me what I'm doing I'll tell 'em I'm in business on the street.
But just now we're working on the square.
If I ran for King now I could sweep the country without any trouble.
Wouldn't this be a lovely thing to give up for Lent?
One moment. Would you oblige me with a short selection?
What's that?
A piccolo. With that one Niccolo Chopper won my heart long long ago.
Is that the way it works?
Go on - go on.
I seem to have done this before.
'Tis he! My Niccolo!
Ah, it all comes back to me, now. My heart beats madly and tells me you are my former fiancee - the beauteous Cynthia, who kept the alligator counter in the department store.
Right! Take me to your copper fastened bosom.
At last, my new heart has a chance to work.
Sporty boys, aren't they? Going out for a brush on the speedway.
You'd better raise a little dust yourself or you'll get into this business, too.
Why didn't you follow us?
We couldn't. We met Pastoria and he invited us to a ball; and now we've got something on foot that we can't get rid of.
I gave them the slip in the woods on the other side of the river. Come on - the way is clear, and it's now or never.
Aha, once more my prisoners!
This time I'll take no chances. What ho! Me headsman!
The men to the block! The women to the prison!
Have you no mercy?
I'm all out of that. May have some to-morrow; none to-day. Go on with the execution.
Can no one help us?
Good bye, Dottie.
Good bye, little girl.
There's only one hope. They witch who saved us once may do so again. Locusta, aid us!
Proceed.
Locusta! Locusta!
Halt! The child who calls me shall be answered. For her do I invoke the aid of those mysterious powers who rule this mystic clime. Mighty Galinda, ruler of Storm and Calm, grant me, thy humble servant, one more boon -- spread infinite darkness o'er the land so that the victims of this tyrant may escape beneath its sheltering cloak; and send the spirits of the air to bear this child, my ward and charge, back to the far-off home from which they brought her.
What! Another cyclone? My country could never stand that. You and your companions are at liberty to depart whenever you wish.