My dear, beautiful, outstanding reviewers! I'M A COOKIE PROMISE BREAKER! I said that I'd never take this long to update again and what did I do? Took about...2? 7000000 years to update? I'M SORRY!
-Hands free cakes to everyone. - Happy now? You've cost me nearly 100 cakes! I wanted some of them!
ANYWAY! Back on to the story, I hope you enjoy it!
ENJOY and happy cake eating!
PS: 1HOPE2LOVE3PEACE4WEALLNEEDIT – About as mad as a mad hatter, huh? Thank you for the compliment! You get an extra cake...and a cup of tea maybe? Enjoy!
It was a beautiful morning in Underland, the sun was up and nothing could be more glorious!
"ALICE!" Hatter thundered, chasing Alice down the corridor. "Alice, if you don't give my hat back on the count of three, you will be in trouble." He smirked, making quick advancement.
"Sounds dreadful! I better give it back straight away..."Alice giggled, taking one step back.
She slowly raised his hat on her head and gave a toothy smile. "I'm Tarrant Hightopp, pleasure to meet you sir." She mocked, attempting and failing to put on a Scottish accent.
Hatter put a hand to his heart, faking to be mortally wounded. "I'm hurt." He whined, taking a few steps closer.
"Aye, you should be. Have you seen Alice Kingsely around? I wanted to ask her why a raven is like a writing desk." She laughed, spinning around one of the pillars.
Mirana, taking a walk with Chess, bumped into a dancing Alice in surprise. Alice looked up and backed away a few steps, hat still on head.
"Alice my dear," Mirana chuckled, raising her black eye brows. "Why are you wearing Tarrant's hat?" She asked, looking from Tarrant to Alice.
"So you let Alice wear you hat but not I?" Chess purred, materializing next to Alice's head.
"Coz ye woods ne're gie it back ye mangy moggie." Tarrant growled, eyes shifting from emerald to flecked with orange.
"Oh Tarrant, you think that little of me?" Chess chuckled, resting his two paws on the hat. "Of course I would give it back..." He grinned, flouting in the air.
"But why doesn't Tarrant just make a hat for Chess?" Alice interjected, watching Tarrant's eyes shift from orange flecked to red flecked.
"Aam nae wastin' mah time tae gie th' moggie a hat, Alice!"
"I don't want any sort of hat though, Alice." Chess purred, circling her. "I want that beautiful and eye catching sort of hat."
"You're very difficult, Chess." Alice huffed, replacing the hat to Tarrant's head.
Chess laughed and evaporated, leaving his giant grin the last to go.
Mirana smiled and left the two, returning back to the kitchen.
"Chess is right though, Tarrant. You're hat must be the most delightful hat I have ever seen." Alice smiled, tracing the rim of it.
"That's wa Ah woods ne'er gie it tae heem, mah hat is far tay precioos fur a moggie loch 'at tae wear mah hat."
"You've just made a rhyme, Hatter." She giggled, lacing her arm with his. "Shall we go and have tea, Hatter?"
"That would be delightful." He smiled, starting to walk but suddenly being pulled back.
"Last one to the tea table is a rotten Jub Jub bird!" She laughed, zooming ahead of him.
"Cheat!" He called after her, bringing on the chase.
"Oh yeah! Who won? I did! Who's the speediest little cricket in all of Underland? I keep forgetting... oh wait...it's me!" Alice gloated to the grumbling Hatter.
"What was that?" She giggled, sitting next to him at the tea table.
"Whit was whit?" He asked, looking at her from the corner of his eye while pouring some tea.
She laughed and relaxed in her chair drinking from the cup. Her eyes spotted Mally rising from a tea cup. "Hello, Mally." She greeted, watching as the mouse gave her a smile...can mice even smile?
"So where 'ave ya been Alice?" Mally asked, biting down on a jammed scone.
"Ohh, out and about, you know...doing Alice-y things..."
"Och aye, stealin' mah hat is apart ay th' Alice-y hin' is it?" Hatter asked with his bushy eye brows raised, taking a bite of cake.
"You could say that, but I simply borrowed it dear Hatter." Smirked Alice, holding her steaming tea cup to her lips.
"If borrowing my hat means taking it without asking, then you have a completely different dictionary to everyone else's." He responded, slumping down in his chair.
"It's called an Alice Dictionary. Don't mock it or I'll whack you with it."
Hatter feigned shock and covered his heart. "Violence, Alice, is not the answer."
"Yeah, I know, but in some cases it is necessary."
Hatter stuck his tongue out at her with a giggle and took another sip of his tea.
A rustling came from the bushes.
A boy came from the bushes. He had short brown hair with green eyes. His clothes were slightly ripped from the journey, though.
Alice literally shot up from her chair in shock. "Nigel?"
"Alice?" He parroted back, staring at her with confusion.
"How-How did- no- what the?" She sputtered, her brain struggling to catch up with her mouth.
"To answer your...muddled questions, I fell down a rabbit hole, got annoyed by a flouting grey and blue cat and tripped over by a caterpillar." He answered, counting it off on his fingers.
"First, that cat is Chessure, he is annoying but you get use to him, secondly the caterpillar you got tripped over by is called Absalom and he often calls you stupid."
"I have one question," He started, taking a small step forward.
"Where am I and who are you friends?"
"'At is tois questions!" Thackery laughed loudly, chucking a sugar cube in Nigel's direction.
He dodged luckily and looks disdainfully down at the sugar cube. "Yes, I guess you are right there..."
"Nigel, this is Wonderland...or the actual name is Underland." Alice smiled, wondering exactly how he would react.
"Well, suddenly I don't think you are so crazy anymore." Nigel joked with a friendly smile.
"You owe me an apology mister!" Alice growled playfully, making slow advancement on him.
"Wait! Before you kill me, who are you friends?" He asked, turning his eyes to the strange man in a hat, a small mouse with a needle in her white paw and a hare who was fast asleep, upside down, on his chair.
"Well, that's Tarrant, nickname Hatter," She begun, pointing to Hatter. "Royal Hatter to the white queen and good friend to everyone."
Nigel nodded, taking that piece of information in.
"She's called Mallyumpkin, though her nickname is Mally." She again, pointed, to the white mouse, who was currently lowering her needle.
"And that's Thackery, he likes to throw things so try and dodge at all costs." She whispered the last part in his ear with a smirk.
She swiftly chucked a tea cup in his surprised hands and took her seat next to the Hatter.
"And you're just in time for tea!"
Heey! It's the end of the chapter! Who writes this stuff anyway- oh...it's me...ah...he...he...
DON'T KILL ME! I KNOW IT'S A SHORT-ISH CHPTER BUT I'LL MAKE THE NEXT ONE LONGER! I PROMISE! AND I KNOW YOU MOST LIKELY WON'T TRUST ME WHEN I SAY THAT BUT JUST TRY!
Anyway, my loyal reviewers, who I'm surprised you've still stayed with me for, I will see you next time!
LOVE YOU AMILLION!