I was mostly a Good Dog until they sold me out to animal control, okay? But if it´s a choice between Oz, with its creepy little singing dudes, and being behind bars in gray old Kansas, I´ll choose the place where animals talk and run the show for now, thanks. It´s not my fault that the kid is stuck here too, or that she stumbled into a tug-of-war over a pair of slippers that don´t even taste good. Now one witch in good eyeliner calls her pretty and we´re off on a quest? Teenagers. I try to tell her she´s falling in with the wrong crowd when she befriends a freaking hedge wizard made of straw, that blue jay with revolutionary aspirations, and the walking tin can. Still, I´m not one to judge when there´s the small matter of a coup in the Forest Kingdom... Look, something really stinks in Oz, and this Wizard guy and the witches positively reek of it. As usual, it´s going to be up to a sensible little dog to do a big dog´s job and get to the bottom of it. And trust me: Little dogs can get away with anything.