Now what?

Toto helps out -- sorta

As Dorothy stood there wearing little more than her bra, her panties, her stockings and of course, her ruby-red slippers, she decided to slowly back away from the apple tree.

There was no way she was losing any more clothes today if she could help it.

Speaking of help, she looked at the Scarecrow and saw him just shrug.

Then she heard the sound of barking.

Her dog Toto had finally come to her assistance and was attacking the apple tree.

However, the apple tree wasn't scared of the little black dog. And judging from the way the tree's branches were moving, it looked like Toto would very soon end up like her dress and her slip.

"Oh, no, you don't" said Dorothy, darting forward so that she could pull Toto out of the tree's reach.

She managed to grab the dog out of the way of the tree's branches just in time. But as she backed away from the tree with Toto in her hands, she felt a strong tug on one of her last two pieces of intact clothing -- not counting her stockings and shoes, of course -- and then she felt the inevitable fresh breeze on a certain body part that was not ordinarily exposed to the open air.

"Oh, no," she said. "Not again."