"wha-wha-what do you sup-supose happened to the puh-puh policemen?" Stuttered the tinman.
"wha-Why don't ya ask her?" replied the Lion.
"Very funny," glared the scarecrow. "What do we do now?"
A bizzare noise sounded and the jawbrige began to lower. An army of Jam and butter men began to ooze its way from the castle. The group heard an erie cackle...It was led by a giant pale figure that laughed in a high pitch voice...like a child. A strange, fat child....it was the pilsbury dough boy all grown up. "hee-hee," it laughed. Mark felt his knees begin to shake...not from fear alone, but also from the giant concussions from the Dough creature's feet.