It was finally getting warmer in Vocaloid Land. Spring was upon the song-bots, and all was well.

But one day, a large package with the words "NTA PROD. -THE WIZ: CHORUS- RETURN TO SENDER" arrived. No one knew what any of those words meant, but they brought the box in anyway. It was placed somewhere in the living room and forgotten about soon after words, and the mansion's tenants soon went to sleep.

In the middle of the night though, the box started moving.

One kick and punch later, a teenage boy with glasses and magenta-drill hair tumbled out of the box, wearing a dress much like what you'd expect someone to wear when they aren't in Kansas anymore. He stumbled up to his feet, tripping over the blue and white fabric before finally regaining his ground.

"OK..." Ted said. "What'd I miss?"

((YESSS. My school play is over, and I can have a life on the Internet again. I apologize for being gone so long, but it couldn't be helped. But if anyone wants to see the fruits of my labor, check out the videos. I'm the girl with the REEEAAALLLY long hair.

Tornado Dance - [link]
Mouse Squad - [link]
More Mouse Squad - [link]
No Bad News - [link]
Emerald City Dance (Ya'll Got It)- [link]))