Just another false alarm...

Thinking of Dorothy, as the tornado-hit people of Birmingham have been doing a lot, lacking any other comparison, I was led into a conversation with a friend about the ending of The Wizard of Oz. Given those shoes, and the power to go wherever you wanted by saying 'There's no place like "X"', who would really, knowingly, choose to go back to Kansas? Even without the whole extended family being pretty rubbish thing? Surely it would be preferable to say 'There's no place like Disneyland' or some such...

But then, given that there's more than one Disneyland, sci-fi consistency issues arise. We decided for amusement's sake that Dorothy would be split, so that there would now be clone Dorothys, each inhabiting one of these places sharing a name. Of course, this led us to decide that the best claim to make would be 'There's no place like McDonalds!' But then, what would become of this clone army of small girls in blue dresses with all those annoying little dogs? Would some of them go wild and become hookers, while others tried to rescue them from the moral degradation of their new lifestyle? What happens when clones meet? Now, that would be a whole new film...