The last thing I remember was waking up in a Taco Bell parking lot wearing a wedding dress and holding a ferret.

The wicked witch of the East expected to be taken out by the traditional prairie house, but, to her surprise, this time the cyclone brought a Taco Bell from Hell, which did nothing but leave her sprawled in the parking lot. Perhaps it was due to her choice of an impish otter as her familiar?

The otter contemplated taking the wicked witch's ruby slippers while she was passed out in the parking lot outside the Taco Bell.

Such an ignominious death for a real piece of spraint, the tyrant of Munchkin County: alone in the parking lot of an abandoned Taco Bell, still in her favorite slippers.

In the parking lot of the abandoned Taco Bell, the otter family partied around the dumpster that had crushed the wicked poop witch of the east. They wondered if they could steal the witch's ruby slippers, or if they would smell too much.

Now that the Wicked Witch of the East was dead - crushed while she was pooping by a Taco Bell which had appeared out of nowhere - the anthropomorphic animals discussed the mystery of why she smelled so bad. Could it really all be due to her stinky red shoes?