The Wonderful Wizard of Oz – Part 2

We continue along the yellow brick road with Dorothy and her friends when they finally meet the Great and Powerful Oz, but is he a whiz of a wiz, if ever a wiz there was? (Part 2 of 2)

The Wonderful Wizard of Oz Part 2

adapted for radio by Jules de Jongh

Nanny Bea:  Oh yes, Nanny Bea, that’s me! And welcome to another special day. Today’s story is the final part two of the most Wonderful Wizard of Oz. If you missed last week, go back and start listening from there. For all those like me who are just itching to hear how the story ends, my neighbour Jules will bring  it any…


minute now.

Nanny Bea:  Hello there.

Jules:  Hi Nanny Bea it’s your neighbour with a story?

Nanny Bea:  I have many neighbours and they certainly all have stories to tell. Which one are you?

Jules: It’s Jules with a tale and some tea.

Nanny Bea:  Of course it is, come in dear, come.

Jules: Today I’ve brought some Yellow Tea in honour of the yellow brick road Dorothy travels along with her friends.

Nanny Bea:  How clever! I’ll go pop the kettle on, do tell our listening friends about your story

Jules: Well last week we met Dorothy and her little dog Toto from Kansas who were carried away to the most incredible land. But even when you come from a place as grey and dusty as Kansas, there’s no place like home so Dorothy set off down the yellow brick road to find the Wonderful Wizard of Oz to ask if he would send her home. Along the way she’s also met 3 new companions who would also like to ask the Wizard for help. The Scarecrow wants a brain, The Tinman wants a heart and the Lion would like some courage. But once they get to the land of Oz, the adventure really heats up and that’s where our tale starts today. Are you ready for a story?

Nanny Bea:  Yes please.

Jules: Okay then, Part Two of The Wonderful Wizard of Oz, by L. Frank Baum, adapted for radio.   

After journeying for some time Dorothy, Toto and their 3 companions finally reached the end of the yellow brick road and a big gate studded with glittering emeralds. “This must be the Emerald City.” 

Dorothy rang the bell and the big gate swung slowly open revealing a little man the same size as Munchkins but entirely clothed in green.

“What do you wish in the Emerald City?” the guard asked.

“We came here to see the Great Oz,” said Dorothy.

“Wha…No one ever wishes to see the Great and powerful Oz, why he…” 

Scarecrow interrupted ” Well we have and on the advice of Glinda the Good.”

“Most unusual but… very well,” he said “this way”. They all followed him through the portal into the dazzling streets of the Emerald City. Filled with contentedly busy people.

The Guard led them to the Palace of the Great and Powerful Oz.

“He will grant you an audience one – at – a – time starting with you young lady.”

Dorothy walked boldly through and found herself in a big, round room with a high arched roof, in the middle was a throne with an enormous floating head.

Then she heard a voice say:

“I am Oz, the Great and Powerful. Who are you, and why do you seek me?”

“Why I am Dorothy the Small and Meek. I have come to you for help.”

“Where did you get those shimmering shoes?”

“From the Wicked Witch of the East, when my house fell on her and destroyed her,” she replied.

“What do you wish me to do?”

“Send me back to Kansas because I’m just a little girl,” 

“Hmmm, I will grant your request”… said the Head, “if you destroy the Wicked Witch of the West.” 

“But I can’t!” 

“You destroyed the Witch of the East now you must destroy the witch of the west.  Now go, and do not ask to see me again until you have done your task.”

Dorothy left the Throne Room and waited for each of her friends to see the Great and powerful Oz. One by one they returned having heard the same message, Oz would not grant their wishes until they destroyed the  Wicked Witch of the West.

“What are we to do, I can’t destroy her,” said Dorothy and her friends agreed.

“Then I will have no brain.” 

“No courage.” 

“No heart.” 

“And I will never get back to Kansas, or see Aunty Em and Uncle Henry again,” said Dorothy, beginning to cry.

“Oh no Dorothy, I haven’t the heart to harm even a Witch but if you go I shall certainly go with you.” remarked the Tin Woodman;

“I’m too much of a coward to kill the Witch, but I will go with you ” said the Lion.

“I will go too,” declared the Scarecrow; “but I shall not be of much help to you, I am such a fool.”

They all agreed to go on this journey with Dorothy. 

[music interlude]

The Guard lead them back to the gates. There were roads in all different directions.

“Which road leads to the Wicked Witch of the West?” asked Dorothy.

“Oh,  She will find you, just Keep to the West, where the sun sets.”

They thanked him and turned towards the West.

The Emerald City was soon far behind and night had come. Dorothy, Toto and the Lion lay down upon the grass and fell asleep, with the Tinman and the Scarecrow keeping watch.

They were a long distance off, but the Wicked Witch of the West could see everywhere and saw Dorothy, with her friends. The Wicked Witch was furious to find them in her country; so she summoned the Winged Monkeys.

“Go to the strangers and destroy them except the Lion,” said the Wicked Witch. “Bring that beast to me, for I have in mind to harness him like a work horse.”

Then the Winged Monkeys flew to the place where Dorothy and her friends were sleeping.

Some swooped down as the Tinman stood to protect his dear friends. They seized him, carried him through the air and dropped him onto jagged rocks leaving him so battered and dented that he could neither move nor groan.

The monkeys attacked the Scarecrow, and with their long fingers pulled all of the straw out of him. Then dropped his clothes high in a treetop

While more entangled the Lion in a stout rope until he was unable to bite or scratch or struggle. Then they flew him to the Witch’s castle, and placed him in a small yard with a high fence around it, so he could not escape.

Dorothy stood, with Toto in her arms, watching the sad fate of her comrades. The monkey’s leader went to grab her but suddenly stopped when he saw the mark of the Glinda the Good’s kiss upon her forehead.

“We don’t dare harm this little girl,” he whispered to the monkeys, “she is protected by the Power of Good, and that is greater than the Power of Evil.”

So, gently, they carried Dorothy to the castle, and carefully set her down. Then the leader reported to the Witch:

“The Tin man and the Scarecrow are destroyed, the Lion is tied up in your yard but The little girl we will not harm.”

Then all the Winged Monkeys, flew into the air and were soon out of sight.

The Wicked Witch saw the mark on Dorothy’s forehead, and knew she dare not hurt the girl but said nothing of that to Dorothy. Instead she threatened, “Do as I command or I will make an end of you, like the Tin man and the Scarecrow.”

With Dorothy put to hard work, the Witch went to harness the Cowardly Lion like a horse;. But as she opened the gate the Lion roared and bounded at her so fiercely that the Witch shut the gate again in fear.

She stormed past Dorothy mopping, and Toto bit at her ankles. The Witch smacked him with her broom. Dorothy was so very angry that she picked up the bucket of mopping water and threw it over the Witch.

Instantly the wicked woman screamed “What you have done! I’m melting, I’m melting.”

The castle guards ran in and when they found the witch destroyed they rejoiced and thanked Dorothy for freeing them. Dorothy went at once to release the Lion

“Let us go and rescue our friends,” the Lion said.

The guards were so thankful they joined them. The Tinman was found, battered and bent.

Tenderly the guards carried him back to the Castle, they set to work at once hammering and soldering, polishing and pounding, until the Tinman was restored and ready to find the Scarecrow.

All that was left of him was his clothes at the top of a tree. The Tinman chopped it down at once.

Dorothy collected the clothes. Back at the castle, they were stuffed with clean straw; and behold! The Scarecrow, was as good as ever.

Together again, Dorothy urged them, “We must go back to Oz, and claim his promises.”

“Then at last I will have a brain,” 

“And I courage,” 

“And I a heart,” 

“And I will get back to Kansas.” 

[music interlude]

The next day the monkeys, no longer enslaved by the witch, kindly flew them to the Emerald City, the guard of the gate was surprised to see them.

“Your back again, how is that possible?” 

“The wicked witch is no more, explained the Scarecrow. “Why she melted away into a pool of water.” 

“Good news, indeed, come in, come in, the Great and Powerful Oz is sure to be pleased”

The guard led them back through the city to the palace of Oz and asked them to wait for the great wizard but Oz made no reply. No word from him the next day, nor the next, nor the next. With each day the Scarecrow grew more and more angry and said if Oz did not see them now, they would call the Winged Monkeys to persuade him. The Wizard had met them once and did not wish to meet them again so he beckoned Dorothy and her friends to the Throne Room at once.

They kept huddled together, 

Then they heard a booming Voice, saying:

“I am Oz, the Great and Powerful.. Why do you seek me?”

“We have come to claim your promises, Great and Powerful Oz.”

“What promises?” asked Oz.

“Why I was promised a brain.” 

“And I courage.” 

“And I a heart.” 

“And I was promised a way back to Kansas.”  

“Is the Wicked Witch really destroyed?” asked the Voice

“Why yes,I melted her with a bucket of water.”

“Dear me, how sudden! Well, come back tomorrow, I must have time to think.”

“You have had plenty of time already,” said the Tinman angrily.

“We shall not wait a day longer,” said the Scarecrow.

Then the Lion roared so fiercely that Toto jumped up and tipped over the screen that stood in a corner. As it fell it revealed a little old man operating a projector and microphone.

“Who are you?” the Tinman demanded

“I am Oz, the Great and Powerful,” said the little man. 

“Why you aren’t a great wizard at all, you’re just an ordinary man,” cried Dorothy.

“How shall I ever get my brain?” said the Scarecrow. 

“Or my courage?”.

“Or my heart?” wailed the Tinman, wiping the tears from his eyes.

“Well you see” stuttered the little man.

“You ought to be ashamed of yourself.”

“I am–I certainly am,” answered the little man sorrowfully;

“I didn’t plan this, you see I was born in Omaha, not very far from Kansas–“

“Well, one windy day I went up in my balloon and got carried away, higher and higher. For several days I travelled through the air, and when I awoke I saw a strange and beautiful country, seeing me come from the clouds, the native people thought I was a great Wizard. I didn’t want to disappoint them. I led them to build this prosperous City they enjoy now.”

“One of our greatest fears was the wicked witches, they had to think I was more powerful or surely they would have destroyed us. I would’ve promised anything for you to destroy the other Witch; but, now I am ashamed to say that I cannot keep my promises.”

“Well I think you’re a very bad man.” 

“Oh, no, my dear; I’m really a very good man, I’m just a very bad Wizard.”

“Can’t you give me brains?” asked the Scarecrow.

“You don’t need them. You are learning something every day. A baby has brains, but it doesn’t know much. Experience is the only thing that brings knowledge. But if you insist I will provide you with a degree, where I come from it is a sign that you have learned great things.”

“Oh, thank you–thank you!” cried the Scarecrow.

“But how about my courage?” asked the Lion anxiously.

“Why you are under the impression that running away means you have no courage, you are confusing courage with wisdom. True courage is in facing danger even though you are afraid. I will give you a medal used in my land to recognise great acts of courage,” replied Oz.

Oz handed him the medal.

“Why I’m the king of the forest” replied the Lion, with his chest puffed up high.

 “How about my heart?” asked the Tinman.

“You don’t know how lucky you are not to have one, hearts will never be practical until they can’t be broken. But You love your friends and care for each one, you have a bigger heart than many with a beating one. Here is my ticking clock shaped as a heart, beating just as a heart does to remind you that you do care.”

“But is it a kind heart?” asked the Tinman.

“Oh, very!” answered Oz.

“I am most grateful to you, and shall never forget your kindness.” said the Tinman.

“What about me”

“Ah With you my dear,  it is not that easy but I think I know a way to get you back to Kansas? The way I came. The citizens of Emerald city can repair the balloon I travelled in all those years ago and I will go with you to see you safely home..”

[music interlude]

The citizens started repairs immediately and when it was finally ready, they all gathered in awe. Dorothy could hardly bear to leave her new friends as she kissed each goodbye. As it filled with hot air the balloon gradually swelled and rose, until finally just the basket was touching the ground and it was tugging hard at the rope that held it in place.

“Hurry up Dorothy, or the balloon will fly away.” said Oz

“I can’t find Toto anywhere,” replied Dorothy searching the crowd. When she found him, she scooped him up and ran towards the balloon. She was within a few steps of it, and Oz was holding out his hands to help her into the basket, when, crack! went the ropes, and the balloon rose into the air without her.

“Come back!” she screamed.

“I can’t come back, my dear,” called Oz from the basket. “I am so very sorry! Good-bye!” shouted everyone, as the balloon rose farther and farther into the sky.

Dorothy wept bitterly.

 The Tin Woodman came to her side,:

“Now I have a heart I cannot help but cry with you my dearest Dorothy.” Then she kindly wiped away his tears, so that he should not rust.

The Lion said “As the king of the forest I will command the winged monkeys here to carry you home?”

But Their leader replied to him saying they belong to this country, and can never leave. There has never been a Winged Monkey in Kansas, and I suppose there never will be..”

“Is there no one who can help me?” 

The Scarecrow decided to think with his new brains, and he thought hard until he said: 

“Glinda might help. She is powerful and may know a way to get you home.”

As he said that Glinda appeared

“What can I do for you, my child?” she asked.

“Oz has floated away in my only way back to Kansas.”

Glinda smiled sweetly, 

“Bless your dear heart, You have had the power all along, just click your heels together three times and the shoes will carry you wherever you wish to go”

So Dorothy with Toto still in her arms clicked her heels together three times and said “There’s no place like home, there’s no place like home, there’s no place like home.”

Instantly she was whirling through the air, before she knew it,  she cried,

“Good gracious!” For she was sitting on the Kansas prairie, with a newly built farmhouse replacing the old one. 

Dorothy stood up and found the shimmering shoes had fallen off in her flight.

Aunty Em just came out of the house to water the cabbages when she saw Dorothy running toward her.

“My darling child!” she cried, folding the little girl in her arms and covering her face with kisses. “Where in the world have you been?”

“From the Land of Oz, with munchkins and a yellow brick road, and flying monkeys and…” Aunty Em interrupted, “You are home my dear and that’s what matters.” Dorothy hugged her even tighter while she thought of this grey, dusty place they call Kansas and she was even more convinced “There’s no place like home!”

The End 

[book close]

Nanny Bea:  Oh, I could hear that story again and again. Perhaps I will.

Jules: All our stories are available to hear again.

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