What? You're telling me that there are already thousands of Q & A with Wicked's out there? *shrugs* This looked really fun and I needed to cure my writers block in some form or another!

Disclaimer: I don't own "Wicked" or "The Phantom of the Opera"

A young girl named Dorothy Gale (you may have heard of her, I don't know your life) walked into a large room with eight comfortable looking red armchairs arranged into a semi-circle. Her eyes grew wide and she covered her mouth with her hand.

"Toto, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore," she said in an annoyingly innocent way.

"Oh my gosh, that line is so overused," came a female voice from above. The little girl looked up stupidly to the ceiling.

"Who are you?" she shrieked.

"You'll find out soon enough, take a seat," the voice ordered her. She nodded fearfully and went to sit in the nearest arm chair. As soon as she was about to sit on the chair it vanished and she fell to the floor. She crossed her arms in frustration and looked to the ceiling.

"Why did that happen?" she pouted. The voice laughed.

"Now that's very odd isn't it?"

The dog in the corner barked and suddenly a pillow popped up next to Dorothy with the word "Dodo" stitched on it. The dog happily scampered up to it and curled up on the pillow.

"Heeeeey! My dog's name is Toto not Dodo!" she complained.

"I'm pretty sure it's Dodo," the voice replied.





"To-" the young girl's annoying voice was muffled when a piece of dark green duct tape appeared over her mouth.

"This is my world and I'll call the dog whatever I want! Understand?" the voice warned her. She nodded reluctantly and crossed her arms, feeling ridiculous. Just then the door opened and two more people walked in; the Scarecrow and the Tin Man.

Dorothy stood up instantly and tore the duct tape off her mouth.

"Ow!" she complained, before running up to the familiar faces.

"Tinny! Crow-Crow!" she squealed happily. "Thank goodness you're here; I don't know where I am! I bet that nasty Wicked Witch is somehow behind this, maybe the water didn't actually kill her!" she said worriedly.

"Dorothy!" the Tin Man greeted her warmly. "Calm down, the witch is dead, let's take a seat," he suggested, gesturing to the chairs. She crossed her arms.

"I tried but when I sat down it disappeared!"

"Well that's very odd," the Tin Man said. He walked over to a chair and sat down, it had not disappeared.

"You see? Whatever is wrong they must have fixed it!" he said. Suddenly the chair vanished from beneath him and he fell to the ground in a loud clang of metal. The voice from above started laughing very loudly.

"Hey what's the big idea?" the Tin Man complained. Dorothy came to sit beside him on the cold floor, shrugging.

"Crow-Crow! Come sit," she insisted, gesturing to the Scarecrow. The Scarecrow just rolled his eyes and tapped his foot. Dorothy obviously didn't like being ignored; she stomped over to him, about to confront him when the door opened again.

Dorothy let out a high-pitched scream and pointed to the green-skinned woman who had just entered the room. The witch gave her an impatient look as she continued to scream for a full minute.

"Are you quite done?" the witch asked when she finally stopped screaming; Dorothy nodded and looked to the Scarecrow. "Aren't you going to do something? Quick! We need to find water!"

The Scarecrow continued to annoy Dorothy and he walked up to the witch and took her hands.

"I missed you Elphaba," he said with a smile. The witch smiled in return.

"Fiyero, we were only apart for five minutes while I parked the broom!" she laughed.

"Well it was still too long," he shrugged, kissing her cheek. Dorothy reacted to this odd exchange by screaming for another full minute. The young couple glared at her until she was finished. Elphaba gave Fiyero a look.

"At least you didn't have to travel with her," he reminisced.

The two of them took hands and walked over to the armchairs. When they took their seats, the arm chairs did not disappear. Dorothy stomped her foot and crossed her arms, looking to the ceiling.

"Really? The Wicked Witch of the West gets a chair!" she complained. Elphaba smiled and waved to Dorothy as she stomped over to take her spot next to a disgruntled looking Tin Man.

"Wait a minute…" the voice from above said slowly. There was a loud sound like someone snapping their fingers and the Scarecrow was instantly turned back to his human form, Elphaba looked thrilled.

"Why didn't I think about that before?" the voice asked herself. Suddenly a loud sound filled the room. THAT WAS EASY!

"How I do love my easy button," said the voice.

"Hey! If Fiyero gets to change back, why don't I?" the Tin Man. Dorothy groaned and put her face in her hands.

"I'm so confused!"

"Well here is the thing Boq…I don't like you. Mystery solved," the voice answered. "But I know someone who does!"

Suddenly the door burst open and Nessarose Thropp stood there with her ruby slippers. Dorothy was horrified.

"Who are you and how did you get my slippers?" Nessa rolled her eyes.

"Remember? We met in the story 'Barefoot' by 3Mindy3! I took back what was rightfully mine!"

"Oh yeah…" said Dorothy, looking down at her bare feet.

"Oh stop shamelessly advertising my stories," said the voice.

Nessa walked over to the chairs and there was a moment of anticipation, would the chair vanish for her or not? How much did the controller like Nessa? She carefully sat down and waited for a moment, it did not vanish.

Boq looked up in anger, "Really!"

"What? I like Nessa!" the voice replied defensively. "Okay, we need to fast forward a bit."

Time moved a bit faster and before long an enchanted bubble started floated into the room.

"Look! It's Glinda!" squealed Dorothy. "She'll help me!"

"Yes, it's good to see me is—AHH!" shrieked Glinda as she fell to the ground. She stood up and straightened her tiara. "Well that's odd, my bubble has never burst before! Elphie!" she squealed.

Elphaba and Glinda ran up to each other and hugged each other in a very "For Good-like" way, causing Dorothy to become more frustrated.

"What is this? Confuse Dorothy day?" she complained.

"Actually, my Wicked calendar says it's Saturday," the voice said. Glinda took a seat, and as a surprise to nobody the chair did not disappear.

The door burst open once more and there was a loud clap of thunder. Madame Morrible and The Wizard stood in the doorway.

"Booooo!" said the invisible audience that the authoress just now called into existence.

Elphaba, Fiyero, Glinda, and Nessarose all glared at the newcomers. Madame Morrible greeted them with a scowl.

"I don't want to be here any more than you want to be here, I don't need your unkind looks!" she spat.

Dramatic music played as the Wizard and Madame Morrible walked in slow motion to the last remaining arm chairs. When they both sat down in unison, not only did the chairs disappear, but a gigantic chandelier fell down and crushed them.

"YOU IDIOT LOOK WHAT YOU DID!" yelled Madame Morrible, directed at the voice.

"Sorry, wrong fandom," laughed the voice. There was another "snap" sound and the chandelier disappeared, leaving the two of them sitting on the floor.

"Will you please tell me why we're here?" said Morrible angrily.

"Yeah!" screamed Dorothy. All of the characters glared at her and she looked down.

"I'll be quiet now."

"Thank you," replied the voice. "Well…my name is Mindy and I'm pleased to announce that you will all be taking part in just about the-"

"No," said Elphaba.

"No," said Fiyero.

"NOOOOOO!" yelled Glinda.

"9999th Q & A with Wicked! I'm Mindy, and I shall be your loverly host! So review this chapter to ask any of the characters any question you want! Send in dares; send in questions, it's all up to you now!"

"Because now it's up to yoooooou!" sang Glinda.

"Hey, that's my line!" Elphaba spat.

"Well folks, it should be an interesting show!"

Don't be afraid to leave lengthy reviews when asking your questions! Never apologize for length! Also, sorry this chapter was so long...*wink* *appreciates irony*