Dorothy Gale sat in her SUV, her heart pounding in her chest. She glanced in the rearview mirror, her eyes meeting the reflection of the witches guards. Their faces were grim, their eyes filled with determination.

The guards approached the SUV, chains clinking ominously. Dorothy's mind raced as she frantically searched for a way out. She had to escape, she couldn't be caught.

Suddenly, an idea struck her. She reached into her bag and pulled out a small, silver whistle. It was a gift from the Wizard of Oz, a tool to call for help.

Dorothy blew into the whistle with all her might. The shrill sound echoed through the forest, causing the guards to flinch. But they didn't retreat; they kept coming.

Undeterred, Dorothy blew the whistle again and again, hoping for a miracle. As she did, she noticed the chains loosen. She revved the engine and pulled, the SUV inching forward.

The guards, realizing what was happening, rushed to tighten the chains. But they were too late. With one final pull, Dorothy broke free and sped away, leaving the guards in her dust.

Dorothy took a deep breath, relief washing over her. She was safe, for now. She knew she had to be more careful in the future; the witches guards wouldn't give up that easily.

She drove on, the yellow brick road stretching endlessly before her. The sun had set, but the moon shone brightly, lighting her path. Dorothy Gale was not going to let the witches guards stop her journey.

And so, Dorothy continued on her adventure in the magical land of Oz, leaving the chains and the witches guards behind. She was a little wiser, a little braver, and ready for whatever came next.