"Who are you?“ Dorothy asked.
I’m the narrator.
“Narrator?“
This is a book.
“I’m in a book?! Oh, man, I died in that cyclone and ended up in some dumbass afterlife, didn’t I? God.“
So begins Dorothy's adventure in the Land of Oz. Trapped at the whim of a bored writer, she must now use her time-traveling Adidas to navigate the yellow brick road and locate the space janitor before the Wicked Witch turns everyone into a footstool. While of course, teaching the Cowardly Lion all the words to Duran Duran's 'Rio'.
You heard me.