Hello Everybody!

Welcome to the very first ever fan fiction story written by me, The Wizard of Cuz!!! Yay!!!

Okay, I'll stop.

The following story is rated PG for some extremely mild language which is few and far between, randomness, utter chaos, people occasionally getting struck by lightning, and tiny munchkin people dancing around to the Barenaked Ladies (Who I don't own)

This is also a comedy piece, as almost all parody pieces are, and as I mock out The Wizard of Oz, I also add some of my own junk, so you shall see many new adventures that weren't in the movie. The first chapter is going to have a spoonful of drama in it too, but the rest of the book is comic.

I really don't want to give to many introductions, but I will tell you this much. I DO NOT OWN YU-GI-OH, EVEN THOUGH I AM WORKING ON IT, AND I DO NOT OWN THE WIZARD OF OZ! YU-GI-OH BELONGS TO KAZUKI TAKAHASHI, AND THE WIZARD OF OZ BELONGS TO…I DON'T KNOW, BUT IT'S NOT ME!!!!!!!!!

I also don't own Spongebob Squarepants.

I wish I had something really, really cool to say for an opening line…but I don't.

Okay then. Onto the craziness!!

CHAPTER ONE

If I Only Had a Wish

Once upon a time, in the land of happy, fuzzy bunnies and artificial sugar flavoring, a band of silly little dandelion people wearing green tights danced around to music played by floating harpsichords and-

Oh no! Shrilanka-San's back!! Help!! NO!! I JUST WANTED TO HELP YOU WRITE THE STORYL:DJGohjboirurlKUfoieujgvosdkvj0ijlj-

I knew I shouldn't have left the computer on. Curse my stupid little brother. Now I have to change my online account password AGAIN!!! And he totally made a mess of the opening paragraph too! I mean look at it! His frantic scraping on the key board as I put him in a choke hold and threw him off my third story room window messed it up!! This is not going to look good on the R and Rs!!!!

Well, whatever.

Okay. Onto the real story.

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It pretty much rotted to be Serenity.

She realized it one…what day is it…Tuesday morning when she got up from bed. From birth, she had severe problems with her eyes, so her entire room, not to mention her entire world, was a complete and utter fuzz ball. She knew she didn't have many days of vision left, so she decided to enjoy her fuzz ball world, because soon she wouldn't be able to see anything at all.

She looked outside her window to see a very happy, chirping, fuzzy robin, singing his heart out, even though it was raining outside.

Serenity opened her window to get a better look at the fuzzy bird.

"Hello Mr. Robin!" she said cheerfully.

At that minute, the Robin let out a hack, and then had a heart attack. It then fell down in a twenty foot drop, and then was snatched up by a hungry cat.

"Some cultures would consider that a bad omen," Serenity said, closing her window.

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"Mom!" Serenity called in her pink pajamas, walking down the stairway to the breakfast table. "A bird died and plunged from my third story window and got eaten by a hungry cat. Is that a bad omen?"

"In some cultures," her mom replied. "Come on sweetie, I made you a couple of cinnamon buns."

"Mom," Serenity asked. "Do you think Joey got my video saying that I didn't have much time left to see stuff? What if he doesn't come in time before…you know?"

"I can't really answer that honey," said her brown haired mother, some gray streaks woven in. Serenity's hair was rusty brown, unlike her mother's and her eyes were green brown, quite similar to her mothers. Serenity knew why her Mom tried to keep the subject away from Joey. He was the closest connection to her ex-husband.

"Do I really have to go to school?" Serenity begged as her Mom plopped her a couple of cinnamon buns in front of her on a plate, her favorite breakfast. "My eye sights not that good, and I don't like going to school anyway! Everyone thinks I'm a freak!!"

"I know it's hard sweetie," her mom said, washing a couple dishes on the stove while Serenity ate, "but the doctor said…well, you really need to enjoy being able to see school while you still can."

"But the bad omen…" Serenity started.

"That wasn't a bad omen!" said her mother. "It was just a terribly inconvienient coincidence."

"Aren't they kind of the same thing?" Serenity asked.

Her mother sighed. She didn't want Serenity to be miserable on the last few days of vision she had. Even with no vision at all, no one deserved to be miserable in school.

"Look sweetie," her Mom said. "I know times seem pretty tough, and there is a lot of weird things happening in the world that doesn't make any sense. But it's a well known fact that every dog has his day."

Serenity just sat quietly, eating her cinnamon buns. Her mom walked over and gave her a small kiss on the head.

"You'll be fine," her mom said. "You'll make friends someday Serenity. Even if they are figments of a fourteen year old psychotic authoresses warped imagination, and you find yourself in a magical land of idiots, munchkins, and people who float around in bubbles."

"Huh?" Serenity asked.

"Nothing," her mom said.

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LATER, WHEN SERENITY GOT HOME!!!! WOOOOO!!!

"Who lives in a pineapple under the sea?" Serenity's mom sung. "SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS! Absorbent and yellow and pourus is he! SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS!"

"Hi mom," Serenity said gloomily, walking in slowly, dropping down her bag on the rug and trudging slowly into the room.

"AAHHHH!!! SERENITY!!!!!!!!" her mom cried, promptly switching the channel. "I was just, uh, looking for the weather channel!! Yeah, that's it!!!!"

Then, she saw Serenity collapse sadly on the love seat.

"Oh sweetie!!!" Her mom cried, walking over to her. "What's wrong baby? Bad day?"

"It was horrible Mom!!" Serenity cried, franticly hugging her mom around the neck. "I couldn't see any of the balls flying in Gym class first of all, and that mean old Sara keeps yelling at me, and she said words that I really can't say!"

"Oh no," said her mother. "Did you tell the teacher?"

"What's to tell?" said Serenity. "People get picked on all the time. What makes me so special? Then, I bombed my Spanish quiz, and I spent a long time studying!"

"Sometimes these things happen," said her mother. "You'll get it next time!"

"But the worst was Biology," said Serenity. "We had a substitute, and she didn't know I was partially blind, so I had to ask her every little word she wrote on the board. People wouldn't stop snickering…"

There was silence for a moment.

"Mom," Serenity asked. "Does every dog really have his day?"

"I'm sure," said her Mother. "Sometimes it's just…well, uh…um, how should I explain this…I got it!!"

With that, her mom went off. She was gone for a few minutes, and Serenity, knowing what her mother was capable of, was a bit worried about what her seemingly harmless mother was capable off, was worried. She didn't want a whole repeat of the whole 'business sized envelope' incident.

"You aren't getting out the jackhammer again, right Mom?" Serenity called. Serenity's Mom, if you haven't noticed, has way too much free time.

"You made me get rid of that, remember?" her Mom replied. She came back with and old, red, wool sweater. Serenity was hoping she got rid of that too.

"You're going to try to teach me a lesson using a sweater?" Serenity asked in puzzlement. "Mom, what did you put in your coffee this morning?"

"Serenity," her mom said, "life is like a great, big, inside-out sweater."

"That's it," Serenity said. "Stay here Mom. I need to look up the Aromatheripst's number."

"Bear with me, okay?" her Mom said. "Now, when we flip this sweater inside out, we get a disgusting mess of string, lint, body filth, dirt, sweat, mothballs, moths, worms, and strange, alien objects that I don't want to describe! You get what I'm saying?"

Serenity nodded, hoping that if she would, her mother would be quiet and not try to attach metaphors to various garments.

"Let's have a look!" her Mom sad, promptly shoving her hand into the sweater, grabbing the neck, and tugged it until it was inside out. Indeed, there as string, lint, body filth, dirt, sweat, mo-

"Alright! We get it!!" Serenity yelled at me and my very lovely description of the inside-out sweater.

"Who are you talking to dear?" her mother asked.

"No one," she said quickly.

"Alright then!" her Mom said. "Well, life' just like it!! Life is completely confusing, weird, unsanitary, and overall disgusting. And no matter how much we try, there is absolutely nothing we can do about it!!"

"Oh, thanks Mom," Serenity said. "I feel soooo much better."

"Well," he mom said, reaching back into the sweater and flipping it to being right side in again, "when we look at the other end of the sweater, everything makes sense, and there aren't any lose strings or lint or filth anywhere! The point is that life is really confusing, one would even go as far as saying completely messed up. To understand it, we just have to look at the other side of the sweater."

"Wow Mom," Serenity said. "That was almost completely and utterly confusing, but it sure was deep. Thanks."

They hugged.

"Now then," said her mom. "Who wants to go downstairs to fight the mice people to get my Arbor Day decorations?"

"One, nobody decorates for Arbor Day," Serenity said. "And two, for the three millionth, six hundred eight-five thousandth, three hundred seventy first time, THERE ARE NO SUCH THING AS MICE PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

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Or are there?

BWA HA HA HA HA HA!!!! BWA HA HA HA HA!!!! BWA HA HA HA HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Em…sorry. It's just, uh…I was watching…um, this really funny episode of Dave the Barbarian last night and-

Never mind.

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THAT NIGHT IN BED!!!!WoOoOoOoOo!!!!!!!

Serenity quietly sat in bed that night, exhausted by the day's usual wear and tear on her mind and soul. High School does that to you. Thank goodness she had her mother, even though she was questioning her sanity more and more every day.

What Serenity wished more than anything else though was to have friends to keep her company through the dreaded seven hours of school, Monday through Friday, and only summer and holidays off. She stared out the window at the great blanket of shiny dots which she presumed were stars and not a herd of airplanes. There was no way to tell which one came out first, but she decided that a star is a star is a star, and made a wish. It was on no star in particular, but a wish just the same.

"I WISH THE WORLD WOULD BE CONQUERED BY MAGIC, MUSTARD MARSUPIALS FROM MICHIGAN!!!!!"

Hey! That's not the line!

"I'm improvising," Serenity said.

How is this improvising!? The line didn't have anything to do with condiments, mammals with pouches, or a state that's in between two great lakes!! Or is it three? Or one? Gahh!! Who cares?!?

"Well," Serenity said. "To be honest, I forgot."

How can you forget it??? My little brother could do it if I didn't throw him out of my third story window!!

"I can't help it!!" Serenity cried. "It's kind of preoccupying to be partially blind!!"

Fine. Here, I wrote it down.

"I can't read your handwriting," Serenity said.

Oh fine, I'll do it. SERENITY WISHED THAT SHE COULD BE IN A LAND WHERE SHE WOULD SEE PERFECTLY AND MAKE TONS OF FRIENDS!!!!!!!

Ironically, at that very moment, the tornado of the century, with the strength to kill ten full grown men, eighteen full grown woman, nineteen half grown women, six half grown turkeys, nine farm grown cans of corn, four ducks, a ballerina, an undertaker, sixteen trees, a rouge stapler, a gym teacher, two…more ducks, a kitty, and the entire Steelers football team with one swing of it's mighty…whatever tornados swing. The point is, Serenity's house got sucked up like a giant dust bunny, far into the stratosphere, and far away from the somewhat sane world that she knew.

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"Alas, poor Serenity Wheeler was forced to be thrown into the heavens, far from her mother, not to mention her own life and sense of reality," said a peculiar man wearing a seventeenth century outfit, including those ridiculous Shakespeare-y pants, equipped with an old style British accent and feather pen, sitting at a writing desk. He paused for a moment to sip from his glass of cranberry-raspberry fruit cocktail from a wine goblet. "The young maiden, thrown to lands where the very makeup of her world is turned upside down, now must embark on an epic journey to find her home, possibly to never be seen again. However, do not weep for our dear heroine. I SAID SUCK IT UP YOU BABIES!!!!!"

Um…who are you?

"I am the narrator for Fancy Pants Theater," said the loon.

This isn't Fancy Pants Theater. This is

"Oh, drat," said the fruit loop. "Now, I have to get that STUPID SUV TO START AGAIN!!!!!!!"

He promptly got out of his chair and went home, and out of the chapter, wondering if there was a new episode of CSI on tonight.

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Okay then…well, that's all for this chapter. Really, honestly. Yeah, it's kind of long, but I tend to rant.

As long as you all think it's funny. Or at least amusing. Or entertaining.

Well, let's put it this way. If at any time you had the extreme urge to hack a pickax through your computer, then I have failed you as a writer (in training).

However, if by the off chance you actually liked it, then here is your task. YOU MUST REVIEW IT!!!! IF YOU DON"T, YOUR DREAMS WILL BE HAUNTED FOR YEARS AND YEARS AND YEARS TO COME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Okay, not really, but it would make me happy.

Plus, I'll put out another chapter for you.

Need additional encouragement? Here you go! A sneak peak at the next chapter!!!!

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The colorful bubble floated closer and closer to Serenity, much to her shock. It landed right in front of her, a beautiful shade of rosy pink, and inside it stood a blond haired woman wearing a crown, strapless belly shirt, purple jacket thing, micro mini, and thigh-high boots.

"Alright," she said, still inside the bubble. "Are you a good witch or a b- hey, wait a sec!! How come this stupid bubble hasn't disappeared??"

She pushed her hands out, and the elasticy balloon thing stretched out with it.

"STUPID BUBBLE!!!" she screamed, hammering through it with the horned heels of her boots. She successfully popped the bubble, but out of rage, she was still trampling it to dust with her high heels. After her rage spat was over, panting, she regained her poise, and looked Serenity in the eye.

"Well," she said. "Are you a good witch, a bad witch, or a mediocre witch?"

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Next chapter (assuming any of you review), we've got the origin of The Wicked Witch of the West (you'll laugh when you see who. Trust me), Toto, and many others!!

So please review me! PUL-LEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSEEEEEEEEEE???