I liked your use of words in conjuring up the Land of F&^kwittery, Treasur.
I've now got a mental picture of a beautiful technicolor vista, with a sunrise illuminating a golden road leading to a castle. As we jump into a close shot we see that the road is not made of gold - the sun just made it look like that and it's in fact made of dog s&^t. I'm picturing a musical number with our spouses dressed as tin men and lions and what not singing "Follow the Dog S*&t Road" as they trudge through increasingly deep s*&t towards the castle as the sun turns to a storm and the colour drains out of the scene.
We are of course, the wicked wizards and witches - intent on spoiling their party.... and there's flying monkeys (not ours).