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"The Wizard of Belgravia - Part 1"

Title: The Wizard of Belgravia - P1: Cones, Cars and Confusion
Author: LadyLoveLonesome (and best friend Matt)
Genre: Fantasy
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: This isn't real. Yes, sadly, it never happened. Credit for The Wizard of Oz's original storyline goes to L. Frank Baum. I just fucked it up with Monkees.
Summary: A young girl named Sam is taken from her sunny world in California and tossed into the psychedelic world of Belgravia, where she meets new friends, journeys across the land, and fights evil in an attempt to return home.
Author's Note: This is a crossover fic of two of my favorite things, The Monkees and The Wizard of Oz. I've gotten some pretty good fans and feedback from this story on other sites, so I hope it can entertain a few more on NP.


“Samantha, love, do you want an ice cream?” Davy asked, motioning to the small stand on the side of the boulevard.

“Sure.” I said, as I pulled my wallet out of my pocket.

“No, no, no,” Davy said, shaking his head. “My treat.” I smiled at him and leaned against the ice cream stand. The sun was beating down on us and a casual breeze came once in a while to relieve the heat. Despite the weather, there was still a ton of people out. Some playing football or baseball, others rollerblading or out for a walk.

“Here you go, Sam.” Davy handed me my pistachio ice cream, which was already starting to drip.

“Thanks, Davy.”

“Anything for you, babe.” He put his arm around my waist. I jumped away from him.

“Davy, we broke up. I’m with Mike now, and you know that. If you wanna be friends, you gotta stop doing things like that.”

“Sorry, you know I’m just a flirty person. I can’t help myself when I’m around a pretty girl.” Davy chuckled. I rolled my eyes and we kept walking along.

“So what do you want to do today?” I asked. I looked at Davy. His eyes were following this girl that was wearing a rather revealing dress. “Whatever she’s doing,” He answered, pointing at the girl.

“Do you ever think about anything else besides girls?”

“Well…” Davy said, with a perverted grin curling on his face.

“You disgust me. Anyways, I want to get out of this heat,” I said, wiping sweat from my forehead. I looked around and saw a movie theatre across the street. “Hey, why don’t we go in there?”

“Sounds good.” Davy said. “I’ll meet you over there. I’m gonna have a smoke first.”

I began walking across the crosswalk, not paying much attention to my surroundings.

“SAM!” I heard a man yell. It sounded like Davy. Horns honked. Tires screeched.



Darkness.

I opened my eyes to find myself on my back, staring at the sky. The sky was no longer a nice shade of blue, but a marmalade color. It was still nice, though. I sat up and saw a small, black Scottish terrier looking at me. I had never seen this dog before, but he looked oddly familiar. He looked sort of like…no, I must be crazy, I thought. But I had to find out. I looked at the puppy and said, “Davy?”

The puppy wagged his tail and panted excitedly. “Ok, either my friend is now a dog, or I need to be in a mental institution.” I said. “Great, now I’m talking to myself…”

The town around me made me forget all about the dog. Houses of all shapes and sizes – some were spheres, pyramids, or a myriad of shapes – stood before my eyes and stretched over several rolling hills. The houses were painted in psychedelic colors and had symbols, such as peace signs, hanging from doors and windows. The road I stood upon was made up of red and gold brick, and it appeared to stretch far beyond the boundaries of the little town. Beautiful flowers grew as high as trees and the air smelled like a light rain had just fallen.

“Ok…I really don’t think I’m in L.A. anymore…” I said nervously. I heard a door open and I spun around to find the source of the noise. A man had just exited a house and was walking towards me. He was wearing a baggy outfit – almost like a clown’s outfit – that was red with white polka-dots and had a large, ruffled collar. On top of his head was a white hat.

“Hello,” he said in a gentle voice. “I am Captain Crocodile. And what is your name?”

I hesitated. “Samantha. Samantha Kinnear. You can just call me Sam.” I was nervous, but he seemed friendly.

“And who is this?” He asked, pointing to Davy.

“That’s my friend, er…my dog, Davy.”

“What brings you to my land?” He asked.

“I wish I could tell you, but I don’t really know. What is this place?”

“This is Crocland.” He answered.

“…Crocland?”

“Yes, Crocland. I am the leader of this little village, and the people that live here are my Crocodile Corps.”

“But I don’t see any people around,” I said, twisting my head this way and that, looking for any other signs of life.

“My people must have grown scared when you fell out of the sky,” Captain Crocodile said.

“I FELL OUT OF THE SKY?!?”

He ignored my outburst and began calling aloud, “Come out of hiding, my Corps! It’s all right! There is no danger here!” Slowly, tiny people began creeping out of the psychedelic houses. They wore black pants and matching white shirts that read ‘CROCODILE CORPS’ on them. They pointed fingers and gasped in astonishment at the sight of me.

“Look at how beautiful she is!” One said.

“She’s as tall as the Captain!” Another shrieked.

This place is getting stranger by the minute, I thought.“Uh, Captain, what country am I in?”

“You’re in the free land of Belgravia,” He replied. “Or, at least it used to be free…” He said with a sad look. The others mimicked his sad expression. I was curious by what he meant, but I didn’t have time for a history lesson.

“Look, Captain…I don’t mean to sound rude, but I really need to get home. Can you help me?”

“Where do you live, Sam?”

“Los Angeles.”

“Hmm…” A puzzled look grew on the Captain’s face. “I’ve never heard of your strange land. I’m sorry; I don’t think I can help you.”

“Oh...” I slumped a little with disappointment.

“Captain! Captain!” One of the little people yelled. “Maybe the great and noble Wizard Glick could help her!” The rest of the Corps and the Captain bowed at the sound of this Wizard’s name.

“Who’s Wizard Glick?” I asked. They bowed again.

“He is very kind and one of the most powerful wizards in all of Belgravia.” The Captain said. “He may be able to help you.”

“Where does he live?”

“He lives in Frodis City, and that’s a long journey from here.”

“I don’t care how long it takes me to get there; I just want to get home!” I half-yelled. It scared some of the Corps. “So…how do I get there?”

“All you have to do is follow this brick road,” He said, motioning to the road beneath our feet.

“Well, uh…thanks for your help, I guess…” I couldn’t wait to get away from these strange people.

“Good luck, Sam!” They yelled, and waved at me until I passed through Crocland’s gates. I let out a sigh and began walking down the red and gold brick road, with Davy trotting along by my feet.