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]