I was mostly a Good Dog until they sold me out to animal control, okay? But if it's between Oz and being behind bars in gray old Kansas, I'll choose the place where animals talk and run the show for now, thanks. It's not my fault the kid is stuck here too. I try to tell her she's falling in with the wrong crowd when she befriends a hedge wizard made of straw, that blue jay with revolutionary aspirations, and the walking tin can. Still, I'm not one to judge when there's the small matter of a coup in the Forest Kingdom. It's going to be up to a sensible little dog to do a big dog's job and get to the bottom of it. And trust me: Little dogs can get away with anything.