Lost in Oz (2015) s01e02 Episode Script

1 Previously on "Lost in Oz" You are going to Oz.
Get back to me, Dorothy.
Inter-kingdom travel requires a combination of every magical element on the periodic table.
We're in the middle of the worst magic crime wave in eons.
Don't worry, Toto.
I'll get us home.
We're talking about all the missing magic of Emerald City.
And he is the only one who knows where to find it.
The Lookout! Good luck getting home now! That's Glinda the Good.
If anyone can get you home, she can.
[squawking.]
[grunts.]
[grunt.]
[growling.]
[grunting.]
[horn blowing.]
- [barking.]
- Whoa! What? You don't have trains in Kansas? Not like this.
I remember taking this picture like it was yesterday.
Glinda always insisted on being in the middle when we took pictures.
She never wanted your mom and me to forget that she brought us together.
Okay.
Time out.
Are you seriously telling us that you're BFFs with Glinda? No, I'm telling you that I used to be.
What?! Mom, how come I don't know that? Well, nipkit, because it was a long time ago, and it's complicated.
Complicated how? And don't just say I'll totally get it when I'm older.
Sometimes there are forces way beyond your control, and no matter how hard you try Uh, you try harder? I mean, come on.
It's Glinda the Good.
Even if you try your hardest, there are times when nothing you do can change what happens.
- I think I'm gonna cry.
- I think I'm gonna puke.
So, it's perfect.
Let's use me being stuck here as an excuse to get back in touch.
You, my mom and Glinda, we can all get on the smart ball, and discuss the best way to send me home.
Oh, honey, this is Glinda the Good we're talking about.
And, yes, she's very powerful.
And, yes, we were once very close, but this city's also in the middle of a very unfortunate magic crisis, so she doesn't have time to do favors for old friends.
But maybe if you told her I'm Evelyn Gale's daughter I've tried to get in touch with her many times before.
It's harder than finding ozonium these days, and that, I'm sure the kids have told you, is impossible.
But of course, who am I kidding? You're Evelyn Gale's daughter.
I say "impossible," and you hear "worth a shot.
" [sighs.]
What else is in this book that you haven't told me about? Hey, check it out.
That's Dorothy.
Last night when she was Helping me study for my doesn't matter exam, Ojo.
Man: [on PA.]
Next stop, Emerald City Square.
Hey, look! Here's our stop.
[fireworks exploding.]
[brakes squealing.]
[fireworks exploding.]
[barking.]
[whining.]
See you kids for dinner.
Ojo, you're more than welcome to join us.
No, he's not.
Enjoy the celebration.
It's exactly what this city needs.
Wish I could join you, but I've got appointments all day, starting with a very crabby squid with a joint problem.
He has joints.
It's a problem.
See ya! What is that? Whoa.
How did that get in here? That picture doesn't even make sense.
Dorothy, if my mom finds out we were running around with ozonium, she'll never let me out of the house again.
Why? What does she have against ozonium? It's the rarest magic in Oz.
Obviously, she doesn't think I'm ready for that yet.
You're not.
So, who took the picture? Maybe the dog did.
[bark.]
Who cares? We need to tear it out.
It's the journal.
Just like it recorded your mom's experiences, now it's recording yours.
I mean, obviously, right? That's how journals work.
It also transported you through time and space on a tornado.
Don't think about it too much.
[growling.]
- [growl.]
Huh? - Dorothy: Come on, Toto.
[growling, barking.]
[cheering.]
Citizens of Emerald City, today we celebrate the return of our watchful protector.
All: [chanting.]
Look Out! Look Out! Look Out! Look Out! Now, I might be made of brick, but I'll take a flesh and blood look out over a stone statue any day of the week.
Am I right? [cheering.]
The only question left is who do we have to thank for bringing the big guy back to life? Well, big guy, can you show us? [murmuring.]
[grunting.]
He just saw us.
I saw him see us.
Why doesn't he just point us out? [grunting.]
[crowd gasping.]
[gasping.]
[panting.]
Huh? Eh [microphone feedback.]
Mm-mm.
Eh [clears throat.]
The Look Out is sad, ladies and gentlemen.
The Look Out is disappointed.
The citizen responsible for his awakening is not among us.
- I'm right here! - Who said that? - [gasping.]
- Come closer so we can all see you.
No? My, uh, boss, Glinda the Good, would like to personally shake your hand.
- Dorothy: It was me! - All: It was me! - [door opens.]
- Huh? Oh, come on! It was me and I can prove it.
You woke the Look Out.
With the help of my friends.
Pugmill: You, Dorothy Gale from Kansas.
Dorothy: Here, let me show you.
If you woke the Look Out, then you're under arrest.
- For what? - Well, let's start with theft of very powerful magic, trespassing on a public monument, destruction of civic property, and, don't forget, the wasting of my time! You said Glinda wanted to personally shake my hand.
Yeah, yours and all the other crackpots claiming responsibility.
[gasping.]
Tell me about it, everyone and their mother.
- No, it's Fitz.
- Where? Does he have my concrete? I'm dying of thirst.
You mean he still works here? He's the one you should arrest.
Who, Fitz? Arrest him for what? Did I say arrest? I meant promote.
Promote Fitz to agent at once! What are you, nuts? Yes, I am.
Nuts for Fitz.
[gasp.]
Yow! - [grunting.]
- What are you doing? - [gasping.]
- Yah! [Grunting.]
- Whoa! - Hey, cut it out! That's government property.
I think his talent is bar none.
One of a kind.
A genius, genius g-g-g-genius in his field.
Ooh.
Fitz is the one stealing all the Best creamer from the break room, so your concrete's extra smooth.
[Toto barking.]
[grunting.]
What did you do to the Look Out? [grunting.]
[barking.]
- [grunting.]
- [barking, growling.]
- [grunting.]
- Whoa! [grunting.]
Cease! Desist! Heel! - Whoa! - [grunting.]
- Oh! Sorry.
- Okay, that's enough! Everybody out! Um, everything okay in here, boss? Finally! [grunting.]
[gasping.]
Ugh! That Dorothy.
Poor kid.
She's way out of her element.
This city is gonna chew her right up.
Agreed, sir.
She's doomed.
Which is why I want you to keep an eye on her.
Make sure she doesn't cause any more trouble.
Oh, it would be my absolute pleasure.
Thank you, sir.
And, uh, while you're at it, top me off.
No! Oh! I am your humble servant.
Next! - [electricity crackling.]
- [drill whirring.]
Ahh.
[grunting.]
[hammering.]
[wheezing.]
Your secret lair could use an elevator.
I get enough exercise livin' a double life.
Hello! Come on.
Time to go to work.
- [slurping.]
- [grunting.]
Ugh.
Huh? Monkeys! [beeping.]
The witch, the munchkin, and the Dorothy and that dog, they know too much.
Make them forget I exist! Make them forget everything they've ever known! [evil laugh.]
Fitz is more powerful than I thought.
If I can just show Pugmill the picture of me waking the Look Out, then he'll believe me.
No, Dorothy, it's too dangerous.
We need to lay low.
Fitz is not gonna let this slide.
He just saw us try to blow his cover.
But it's my only shot at meeting Glinda.
How else am I supposed to get home? [barking.]
Man: What is up in the sky? [screaming.]
- Man: Run! Run! - [screaming.]
[grunting.]
[panting.]
"Acts of Love" is by far the Tin Man's best movie.
Disagree.
He's a robot.
A romantic lead with no heart.
[grunting.]
What were we just arguing about? No idea.
Water balloons of oblivion? Those haven't been around in years.
That's why the Look Out didn't point us out.
He couldn't point us out because he couldn't remember us.
Fitz is wiping witness memories.
- Ahh! - Ohh! - [grunting.]
- [barking.]
- [gasping.]
- [grunting.]
West, look out! - [grunting.]
- Hey! [growling.]
- [gasping.]
My backpack! - [evil laugh.]
Ohh! [gasping.]
Ahh! Wait! You still have my backpack! [barking.]
[panting.]
- Whoa! - Ahh! [panting.]
Dorothy, stop! He's headed for the Night Market.
The Night Market? [gasping.]
A kid from class came here once.
We never saw him again.
Oh, poor Tiff.
I heard they found his shoes.
With his socks still inside.
[grunting.]
[groaning.]
[barking.]
- Stop! - Let me go! Dorothy, seriously, off limits.
- Says who? - My mom! She forbid me from ever going anywhere near here.
But Toto's in there, my journal's in there, and I'm not going home without them.
Don't look at anything, don't touch anything.
And remember, all the magic is fake.
Let's find them and get outta here.
Ojo: Dorothy! Toto! Toto.
- [squeaking.]
- Welcome! Toto! Toto, where'd you go? - [gasping.]
- Oh, you looking for Toto? - Uh, yeah.
- Oh, well, me and Toto go way back.
- Not the same Toto.
- Why, sure it is.
Toto, right? Tall, short, slimy, furry, old, young, smart, dumb.
[Blows horn.]
Everybody around here knows Toto.
He's one of my bestest customers.
Pretty sure he'd want you to check out my current inventory.
Bonsai bread tree? Magic carpet swatch? Shrinking powder? Oh, come on, whaddaya say? Toto! [sniffing.]
[barking.]
[barking.]
[yelp.]
Toto, where'd you go? [whimpering.]
Toto? [panting, grunting.]
You think that's funny? Toto, don't run off like that.
We need to stick together.
You okay? [barking.]
Portable Portals.
"Powered with genuine-ish dark matter"? "Go from here to there in no time at all.
" Oh, Toto, these portals can take us anywhere.
- Maybe even home.
- [barking.]
"Portal travel only works within Emerald City limits.
" [whimpering.]
Ojo: Where could they be? [indistinct chatter.]
Man: See your future.
Will you be a best witch in Emerald City? Woman: Go back in time.
Meet your ancestors.
Man: Kissing charms.
Buy two, get one free.
Both: No thanks.
No thanks, right? West: Eww.
Dorothy: We're never getting home if we don't find that journal.
Where could he be? Anybody seen a lion? He's about this big, sometimes visible, - sometimes not.
- Uh-uh.
[barking.]
[shouting.]
Stop! Thief! All: [gasping.]
Him! No, please.
I can explain.
[gasping.]
Monkeys.
Come on, come on! - [shouting.]
- [gasping.]
- [barking.]
- Please, you don't understand.
I [gasping, screaming.]
[screaming.]
Look out! Whoa! Sorry! Comin' through! [grunting.]
[panting, grunting.]
Batteries.
I need batteries.
- Hey! - I can see how this looks.
Thief! But I promise I'll pay you back! - Give me my pack back! - [bark.]
Backpack back! He knows what I mean.
Our journal's in there, Toto.
[panting.]
[grunting.]
[barking.]
[grunting.]
Whoa! Who-o-o-o-a! Ah! Ahh! [thudding.]
- [sighing, yelp.]
- Drop the backpack.
It belongs to me.
[barking.]
There's been a mistake.
I'm not a thief.
Technically, you kind of are.
There's a reason for everything.
Wait! [barking, growling.]
Dorothy, Dorothy, Dorothy.
For once, you're making my life easier.
I mean, the Night Market? Really? These are my people.
[whimpering.]
You know, Dorothy, in the short time you've been here, you've gone places you shouldn't have gone.
And seen things you shouldn't have seen.
Which means you've made memories you never should have made.
So now, I gotta wipe that memory clean.
If Dorothy loses her memory, she'll never get home.
And I'll be stuck with a roommate forever.
You know, Fitz, in the short time I've been here, I have made a lot of new memories, but the only one I want to forget is you.
It's kind of an all or nothing deal.
Yah! [grunting.]
Whoa.
Did you hear what I said? You're not erasing my memories.
Wait, I think she's got this.
More balloons.
I need more balloons! [grunting.]
[barking.]
[barking.]
- [groaning.]
- [blows raspberry.]
- Yeow.
- [grunting.]
[grunting.]
What the Don't just Stand there.
Monkeys.
Finish.
The job.
[electronic blips.]
It would be an honor to assist you, oh, great one.
My liege? What do you prefer? - [barking.]
- Original.
Dorothy! Wait! Someone.
Please.
Make.
It.
Stop.
No problem.
[barking.]
[gasping.]
Ahh! [grunting.]
What are you so afraid of? Uh, sudden moves, unexpected arrivals, swinging monkeys, you name it.
But enough about my issues.
You're here.
How'd you find me? Never underestimate the power of a dog's nose.
[barking.]
Just as I suspected.
Olfactory powers, too.
You really are a great sorcerer.
If that dog's a great sorcerer, then I'm Glinda the Good.
Sorry, not possible.
Shape shifting's not Glinda's MO.
Come in, honored guest and cynical friends.
- Whoa.
- Huh.
[Stammers.]
I never meant to run.
Or steal your assistant's backpack.
At first, I was just observing, looking for a way to make contact.
I don't meet people well, let alone a savior from another dimension.
Look, uh Ray.
Oh My name's Ray.
Sorry, I I should have mentioned that.
And you're Dorothy, you're Ojo, you're West, and the great one is Arf.
Am I pronouncing that correctly? No.
His name's Toto.
Toto.
Hm.
Is that short for something? Totonimous Awesomus.
Or Totally Virtuoso.
- Toto's a dog.
- Yeah, but, like I'm a lion.
We're animals plus.
Nope.
Just a dog.
I would know.
He's my best friend.
Oh, yeah No.
Oh, yeah, no, I I get it.
[Chuckles.]
I mean, knowing what I know about the magic crisis, you can never be too sure who might be listening in.
Why? What do you know about the magic crisis? What do I know? Only everything.
See? West: Glinda.
Glinda looks exactly the same here as she did in the picture with our moms.
Oh, no! The water of oblivion.
It ruined my journal.
Now I'll never be able to prove it to Agent Pugmill.
Prove what to Pugmill? That I woke the Look Out, so he'll introduce me to Glinda.
He can't introduce you to Glinda.
He doesn't even know where she is.
No one does.
[sighs.]
But, Dorothy, look.
He's got Glinda stuff all over the place.
There's got to be clues here, right? I mean, it can't all be nonsense.
I heard that.
Making sense of this is going to be impossible.
Well, it's worth a shot.
Oh, please! I was lying! You got to believe me.
So you didn't wake the Lookout.
Oh, I wish I had that kind of magic.
Then how do you explain this? I'd say it puts you at the Yellow Brick Line on the same night the Lookout was brought back to life.
No, no, no.
You got it all wrong.
I gave that echo jar to a couple of tourists: a girl and her dog.
[whispering.]
She's the one you're after.