AUTHOR'S NOTE: Well, if you all know me by now, then you won't be surprised that this is the sequel to my fanfic, "The Wizard of Paws." This one is based on the Disney 1985 movie, "Return to Oz" (hence the title). All characters belong to Hanna-Barbera. Phyllis Dawson, Dr. Isaac Phelps, Dr. Lorry, and other incidental characters belong to me. Also, Big D and Fluid Man's grandfather/grandson relationship is something I made up and should *not* be confused with canon.

Dorothy exited her fallen house with Toto in her arms. Cautiously, she stepped into what looked like a beautiful garden, full of color. There were several small houses all over, and large flowers of every color of the rainbow. In the center of this strange land was a fountain, surrounded by a red and yellow swirled road.

"Toto," she said. "I have a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore."

"Are you watching that tape again?" a voice asked, suddenly.

Slightly startled, Fluey jumped, immediately paused his sister's tape of The Wizard of Oz, and looked up. Big D was standing behind the couch in the den, where Fluey was laying, watching the video, and he didn't look too happy.

"Oh," Fluey said. "Hi, chief."

"What's the matter, can't sleep?" Big D asked.

Fluey just shook his head. Big D sighed. He knew it was normal for Fluey to get up in the middle of the night, go downstairs to the den, and watch The Late Night Fright Fest Double Feature with Count Wolfgang Amadoggus (or Fright Fest as it was generally called by viewers), which started at midnight, and ended around four in the morning. But usually, Fluey would fall asleep during the second picture, which was anywhere between two thirty and three in the morning.

"Fluid, it's four thirty in the morning," Big D groaned. "And every night, you've been watching that Wizard of Oz tape of your sister's. You're going to wear it out if you keep watching it like that."

"I'm sorry, chief," Fluey said, sighing. "I wish I could just go to sleep, but I can't. I can't stop thinking about Paws."

"Not that again. Fluid, how many times must I tell you, that so-called trip of yours to this . . . . . this nonsensical land was only a dream?"

"But chief, I'm positive it . . . . ."

"Get upstairs right now, and at least try to get some sleep. And stop all that nonsense about this land of Paws or whatever you call it. You and I both know it was nothing more than a dream."

Fluey sighed, turned off the TV and VCR, and did as his grandfather requested. Big D followed. They walked into Fluey's room, and Fluey climbed into bed, while Big D sat down on the edge of it.

"I'm worried about you," Big D said, cupping his grandson's cheek in his hand. "You've had this case of insomnia for weeks now."

"I know," Fluey said. "I wish I could just go to sleep, I really do."

"Well, just try to, all right? You need your sleep. How are you expected to fight crime if you don't get adequate rest?"

"Right, chief."

Big D patted his grandson's shoulder, and then left the room. He got back to his own room, sat down on the bed, and sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger. He heard a knock on the door, and looked up. He saw his granddaughter, and secretary, Phyllis, standing there.

"Any luck getting Fluey to sleep?" she asked.

"None," Big D sighed. He knew Phyllis was awake because she was just as worried about her brother as the chief was. "I don't know why all of a sudden he's acting like this. That trip he took with the other two Impossibles and Multi's girlfriend to Jellystone Park was a long time ago, before we found out he was my grandson. I just don't understand it."

"I don't either," Phyllis said, sitting down next to the chief. "Every single night for weeks, he's been watching The Wizard of Oz for no reason, and I just know he's imagining himself in that movie. All he talks about is this land of Paws, where he met a Scarecrow that looked like Yogi Bear, and a dog made out blue tin that looked like Huckleberry Hound, and a cowardly lion that looked like Snagglepuss, magical sapphire boots . . . . . and he said he made the trip with Yogi's friend, Boo-Boo, and not even Boo-Boo believed him about it!"

"It might be something psychological. I know Dr. Phelps isn't a psychiatrist, but maybe he'll be able to at least shed some light on Fluid's insomnia. I just don't know what to do anymore."

Phyllis nodded and sighed. It was about all she could do. Unknown to her, or the chief, Fluey had heard them talking, and sighed. He couldn't help thinking about his trip to the land of Paws. It was awhile ago, and he hadn't thought about it since he went, but for some reason, he began thinking about it again, and he didn't know why. Everyone thought it was just a crazy dream induced by a bump on the head he got when a tornado whipped through Jellystone Park, knocked out a window, and clobbered him in the back of the head. He had been knocked unconscious, and then swept up into the tornado, along with Boo-Boo Bear, Yogi Bear's best friend. They had been on board the SS Jelly Roger, which Yogi, Boo-Boo, and their friends used to go treasure hunting with, and crash-landed in the land of Paws. They had returned via a pair of magical sapphire boots Fluey had gotten after landing in Paws. Though Fluey had no idea what happened to those boots after he woke up, and found himself back in Jellystone Park. Not one single person, not even Boo-Boo, believed him about the trip.

Truthfully, Fluey didn't want to believe it was all just some crazy dream. He had some doozies in his lifetime, that was for sure, but he was positive his visit to Paws really did happen.

Around nine in the morning, Fluey found himself sitting on the examination table in Dr. Phelps's office, for a full physical.

"The chief tells me you're not getting any sleep lately," Dr. Phelps said, shining his pen light into one of Fluey's eyes.

"Yeah, this insomnia is a real pain," Fluey said.

"He also told me every night, you get up and watch The Wizard of Oz. I find that a bit weird, considering you told me something like that happened to you awhile back. And Yogi Bear was the Scarecrow, and all that?"

"You don't believe me either, do you, doc?"

"Not particularly."

"Figures."

While Dr. Phelps was giving Fluey the full physical, Big D was going through some files on his desk, shuffling papers back and forth. As he was doing this, a newspaper clipping that pertained to a case a couple of the agents were working on fell out of one of the folders. Big D picked it up, and noticed something on the other side of it. As he was looking at the clipping, the intercom on his desk began crackling, breaking him out of his thought.

"Chief?" Phyllis's voice asked.

"Yes?" Big D said, pushing the talk button.

"Dr. Phelps is here to see you."

"Send him in."

"Hi, chief," Dr. Phelps said, coming into the office. "You said you wanted to see me as soon as I got the results from Fluey's physical."

"I did," Big D said, putting the newspaper clipping down for a moment. "What's the verdict?"

"Well, he's in perfect physical health. There's nothing wrong with him. Physically speaking, that is. I think the his insomnia is mental related, but I'm not exactly sure how to handle it. I'm not a psychiatrist."

"And we don't have a psychiatrist on the premises."

"I don't know what else I can tell you, Big D. You may have to take him to a mental health expert."

Big D nodded. It was about all he could do.

Big D and Phyllis weren't the only ones worried about Fluey, however. Multi and Coiley were, as well. The boys were rehearsing a new band number, but Fluey wasn't really concentrating on it.

"Fluey, come on," Coiley groaned. "You can't still be thinking about that whole Wizard of Paws thing!"

"Sorry, fellas," Fluey said, sighing. "I don't mean it, but . . . . . well . . . . I just can't seem to stop thinking about it. I know you don't believe me, but I'm sure it really does exist."

"If it really existed, and you and Boo-Boo really did go there," Multi said, "then Boo-Boo would remember it as well. And he said when that window hit you in the back in the head, he went to find Ranger Smith."

"Well, it's obvious we're not going to get anything done today," Coiley sighed. "Big D took us off active duty because of your insomnia, Fluey, and all this Paws talk is starting to drive me crazy!"

"Me too," Multi agreed.

"Sorry, fellas," Fluey said, shrugging, and then started tuning his guitar. It was about all he could do.