Mac and Bloo Meet The Wizard of Oz

Mac and Bloo Meet The Wizard of Oz       is the first film in The Adventures of Mac and Bloo. It is followed by Mac and Bloo Meet Peter Pan.

Plot
(''the film starts with the "MacandBloo4ever Pictures" trademark logo and series opening, followed by the "Metro Goldwyn Mayer" logo. The opening credits roll: Metro Goldwyn Mayer presents in association with MacandBloo4ever Pictures, Mac and Bloo Meet The Wizard of Oz, a Victor Fleming production, with Judy Garland Frank Morgan Ray Bolger Bert Lahr Jack Haley Billie Burke Margaret Hamilton Charley Grapewin Sean Marquette Keith Ferguson Eleanor Audley and the Munchkins, Screen play by Noel Langley, Florence Ryerson and Edgar Allan Woolf adaptation by Noel Langley from the book by L. Frank Baum, Musical Program: Musical adaptation by Herbert Stothart Lyrics by E.Y. Harburg Music by Harold Arlen Associate Conductor: George Stoll Orchestral and Vocal Arrangements: George Bassman Murray Cutter Paul Marquardt Ken Darby Musical numbers staged by Bobby Connolly, Photographed in Technicolor photographed in thechnicolor by Harold Rosson, A.S.C. associate Allen Davey, A.S.C. Technicolor Color Director Natalie Kalmus Associate Henri Jaffa, Recording Director Douglas Shearer Art Director Cedric Gibbons Associate William A. Horning Set Decorations Edwin B. Willis Special Effects Arnold Gillespie Costumes by Adrian Character make-ups created by Jack Dawn Film Editor Blanche Sewell, Produced by Mervyn LeRoy, Directed by Victor Fleming and MacandBloo4ever, a message reads "For nearly forty years this story has given faithful service to the Young in Heart; and Time has been powerless to put its kindly philosophy out of fashion. To those of you who have been faithful to it in return ...and to the Young in Heart ---we dedicate this picture."'')

(Mac, Bloo, Dorthy, and Toto are running down the road, they pause)

Dorothy: She isn't coming yet, Toto. Did she hurt you? She tried to, didn't she?

Mac: She'll probably be coming soon.

Bloo: What'll we do?

Dorothy: Come on. We'll go tell Uncle Henry and Auntie Em. Come on, Toto.

(they continue running and reach Dorthy's home)

Dorothy: Aunt Em! Aunt Em! Just listen to what Miss Gulch did to Toto-

Aunt Em: Dorothy, please. We're trying to count.

Dorothy: But Aunt Em, she hit him-

Uncle Henry: Don't bother us now, honey. The incubator's gone bad and we're likely to lose a lot of our chicks.

Dorothy: Oh. Oh, that poor little thing. But Aunt Em, Miss Gulch hit Toto right on the back with a rake just because she says he gets in her garden and chases her nasty old cat every day!

Aunt Em: Seventy. Dorothy, please!

Dorothy: But he doesn't do it every day! Just once or twice a week. And he can't catch her old cat anyway. And now she says she's gonna-

Aunt Em: Dorothy, we're busy.

Mac: C'mon, Dorothy, let 'em work.

Dorothy: Oh all right.

(Zeke, Hunk, and Hickory are working on a wagon)

Zeke: How's she coming?

Hunk: Take it easy. Ow! You got my finger!

Zeke: Well why don't you get your finger out of the way?

Hickory: There you are.

Hunk: Right on my finger!

Zeke: Lucky thing it wasn't your head.

Dorothy: Zeke, what am I gonna do about Miss Gulch? Just because Toto-

Zeke: Listen, honey, I got them hogs to get in.

Hunk: Now listen, Dorothy, you ain't using your head about Miss Gulch. You'd think you didn't have any brains at all.

Dorothy: I have so got brains.

Hunk: Well, why don't you use them? When you come home, don't go by Miss Gulch's place. Then Toto won't get in her garden, and you won't get in no trouble, see?

Dorothy: Oh, Hunk, you just won't listen, that's all.

Hunk: Well, your head ain't made of straw, you know. (he accidentally hammers his hand)

Zeke: (to the hogs) Say, get in there before I make a dime bank out of you. (to Dorothy) Listen, kid, are you gonna let that old Gulch heifer try and buffalo you? She ain't nothing to be afraid of. Have a little courage, that's all.

Dorothy: (walking on the fence in the pigstine) I'm not afraid of her.

Zeke: Next time she squawks, walk up to her and spit in her eye. That's what I'd do. Doroth

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