The Wizard of Bog - Night's Revenge - Two Word Challenge

Apologies to L. Frank Baum.

So Dorothy and Toto stood around the giant room and waited on tenterhooks for the great wizard of Bog.

Dorothy wore her ruby slippers, and had not met Glynda, the good witch, who would tell her how to click them home all the way to Kansas, from whence she came.

Toto jumped up and down, yipping frantically and panting; he ran around the room hysterically, sniffing, snuffing, and snuffling, as if he were a dog on a blood mission.

He knew what he was looking for. And he would not stop until he found the scent of....

The wizard of Bog.

The Tin Man, The Cowardly Lion, and The Scarecrow were all there, too, with Dorothy and Toto. Waiting.

The clock struck midnight. The witching hour.

Nothing happened.

Dorothy expected to see the Horse of Another Color, the Yellow Brick Road, the Wicked Witch (whom she had melted), the Munchkins, and all the rest of the gang.

But no.

It was a no-show, a no-hitter, a big, fat zero in the cosmic consciousness of Dorothy as a young girl on that precious journey she called on her way to womanhood.

Tripped out is more like it. The room had colors, the like of which she never seen or smelled before.

"I want my body part," said the Cowardly Lion. "Me, too," said the Scarecrow. "Me, three," said the Tin Man.

"I shall not be complete without a visit from the Bog," the three said in unison.

Dorothy just wanted to go home, if she remembered what home was.

Toto just wanted to find the wizard of Bog. Or, a good bone.

What's this? Toto got a whiff. A good sniff of some utterly undesirable, despicable substance, the like of which he'd never before smelt.

"Anchovies," said Dorothy. "Drat, Toto, all you could find are anchovies?"

But wait, there is more. Toto followed the smell all the way to the curtain and ripped open the curtain with his teeth.

"No," cried the little man behind the curtain. Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain," he cried.

And there he was, eating pizza with anchovies, plying his trade as the great Wizard of Bog, manipulating the machine with the levers, stage fog, bells and whistles.

"So, you are the Great Wizard of Bog?" Dorothy exclaimed. "A man eating pizza?"

"No, not a man-eating pizza, a man eating pizza," the Bog exclaimed.

Whereupon Dorothy awoke from this acrid, foul-smelling dream she'd been long caught in, and said to her aunt:

"Oh, it was horrible. There was a puny little man eating pizza with anchovies."

Her aunt admonished her. Yep, it was the night's revenge. You've got to stay away from eating pizza with anchovies."