Wicked: For Good

Citizens of Oz,

there's been 12 tide turns

since the Wicked Witch of the West escaped with our Grimmerie.

Shield your children.

Trust no animals.

-She will be eliminated. -

Until then, the Wizard's vision

for the Oz of tomorrow marches on.

Do it. Move!

Load it up.

Come on. Let's go! Move!

No speaking.

The Wizard needs the road finished.

Move it! Move it!

Come on, let's move!

Fill up that basket!

-Keep moving. -

Come on.

Come on. Keep moving.

Get up!

Come on!

- -

Settle down!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Get back!

Retreat! Guards, retreat!

It's the Witch!

The Witch! She's back!

Go, go!

Release them!

- Come with me. - What?

To meet the Wizard.

- The Wizard will see you now. -

Well, I guess.

Thank you.

Good. Good. Good. Good. Good.

-Good. -

- -

- -She's so good.

- - Glinda the Good.

There's a quoncert in Quox, if you wanna attend, next week.

Oh, perhaps.

The Quadling Quorum wants to honor you. They're just not sure for what yet.

Good to hear.

-And someone sent pastries. -

-Good for us. -Send these to my hovel, please.

The gowns from last week?

Oh, maybe, uh, give to the under-fortunate.

-Oh, of course. - Good idea.

You know, while we're at it,

we really should look into trademarking the word "good."

-Ooh! -Oh!

That's go-- I mean, I'm goosified. My follicles are screaming.

I love my job so much.

Oh, good.

Madame Morrible.

Forgive me for keeping you waiting. I had no idea.

Has something happened? Is it Elphaba?

You mean the Wicked Witch.

Right, of course.

Come in, come in.

Mrs. Morrible, I can--

Would you like us to take minutes for you?

I can get you, like, a little snack. You want a little snack?

Like a cherry frazzle or a juice puff?

"Mrs. Morrible"? She's not married.

You shut…

With the Yellow Brick Road grand opening ahead

and the Wicked Witch attacks growing bolder,

the public is on edge.

So it's more important than ever that you lift everyone's spirits,

as only you can.

Accordingly…

Oh, Madame, I love it.

What is it?

Your new mode of transport.

Your very own vehicular spherical globule.

So, like, a bubble?

Sure.

Was that supposed to happen?

It's all right.

Are you sure?

Does that do what I think it does?

- -

No!

- -

I can't.

-No way! -

- -

I'm obsessulated.

The Wizard had it crafted especially for you.

His Ozness feels it vital that you, as our Good Witch,

also be airborne.

I agree.

But don't fret over your inability to produce any actual magic.

This invention will disguise your deficiency.

The Bubble's mechanism is cleverly concealed.

People will assume that you are causing it to float

-through your own witchly powers. -

So, just let them assume.

Right.

But don't forget this.

The wand really sells it.

I'll see you at the opening ceremony.

Thank you so much.

A magic wand?

Happy birthday, Galinda!

It's what I've wanted most of all.

Come on, give it a go.

-Yeah, try it out! -

-Magic! Magic! Magic! Magic! - Come on!

Oh.

I forgot to say the spell.

-Oh, yeah. Come on. Yeah. Yeah. -Makes sense.

I hereby commandify that something magical shall happen!

She can't even make a spark.

Look.

There's a rainbow.

What is that?

Did you make that?

Um…

Well, you know how I love rainbows.

-Oh, wow. -Do it again!

That's my friend!

I knew she could do it.

-Go see the rainbow! -Isn't it fantastic?

I knew she had magic.

Who is ready for some cake?

What's wrong, dearest?

You got everything you wanted.

I know, but I wanna be magical. For real. And…

I'm not.

Oh, but, darlingest,

everyone loves you.

Believe me,

that's all you'll ever need.

Where's that smile?

That's my girl.

Sweetheart, you coming?

Come on!

Glinda!

Fellow Ozians.

Good news.

Now, at last, all roads lead to the Wizard.