Sherlock Holmes and the Wicked Wizard of Oz

Hey Meathead, Yah, I'm talkin' to you. I'm from Omaha. I had a warehouse that I used to smuggle drugs and guns. The warehouse was full and I was planning on making a final big sell before I could retire and live a simple life. It was all set in a few days when one of my workers ratted me out. The cops surrounded my place and I was cornered. I thought about putting up a fight but there was only one of me and more cops than I cared to count. I was about turn myself in when a warning alert blasted from the radio that a tornado was coming. The plan was then to wait out the storm and see if there was an opening to escape. I had my warehouse well-fortified and when I looked through the peephole I saw it was flying off the ground. Hours passed until I landed here in Oz. I stepped out of my warehouse carrying my peacemaker, when a cop car landed a few yards from me. The cop dangled from his vehicle before seeing me. Looking at me he said, 'Oh, Humbug!' before reaching… Wait a moment… You want to know more, then buy this stupid book written by two wack jobs who should be wearing long jackets. There's witches, scarecrows, a cowardly lion, an.. oh yeah… two British fellas who seem to know way too much. Now scram! I ain't sayin' nothin' else. [This story is written by Wakii Reeder and Fickal MacSciance]