Disclaimer: I don't own Alice in Wonderland - that belongs to Lewis Carroll - nor do I own Tim Burton's interpretation of it. The only thing that I do own is the plot and Emalee.
So this is my first time writing for this fandom, so please let me know what you all think about it!
"Mama!" Emalee Cadence Hightopp shouted out, running into the dining room where her mother and father sat at the table with her mother's sister and brother-in-law - her Aunt Margaret and Uncle Lowell - and her Grandmother. "Papa!"
Tarrant Hightopp smiled at his daughter, glad to have been distracted from the boring - and rather gallymoggers - talk that the rest of the adults at the table were having. Why, there hadn't even been an exchanging of riddles!
"Whatever's the hatter, my little top hat?" the Mad Hatter of Underland said, pulling his daughter up onto his lap.
"I fear that the dogs are rather cross with me, Papa." the little girl said, her eyes turning blue with sadness. "They won't say a word to me!"
Alice Hightopp smiled kindly at her daughter. "That's rather slurvish of them." she commented.
Emalee frowned. "The cats I've met so far haven't smiled, either! And the flowers have nothing interesting to say!" she complained.
"Ah, is that the case?" the Hatter asks, and when Emalee nods, he grins triumphantly. "Well, you must remember, my little top hat, that this is not home, you see. Therefore, the cats cannae smile, an' teh flowers cannae bite yeh wit' thayre words, unless they beh dandelions'r maebbe tayger lilahes, ''n' o course, teh wee pups cannae talk like we ahre used tah." he continued rambling, his accent growing thicker and thicker, until…
"Tarrant!" Alice said sharply.
Tarrant stopped for a moment, before returned to his normal courteous lisp as he wheezed, "Thank you, I'm fine."
"Well, my sweet girl," Alice said, "Why don't you go back outside and play? I'm sure that even though the animals won't talk, they'll be just as fun to play with as the pups are."
Emalee smiled at her mother. "Yes Mama." she said, and then her smile grew bigger. "Maybe I can find Absolem somewhere!" she said excitedly. "Then he'll teach me how to slay a Jabberwocky, too!"
"Aye, my wee lass." Tarrant said as their daughter slipped down off of his lap. "And I shall help ye to start your rebellion."
The father and daughter were laughing softly to themselves as they started to leave the room, but were stopped by the sound of Alice's voice. "Tarrant?" she called, and her husband turned to look at her. They seemed to have a nonverbal conversation for several minutes before Alice sighed.
"Alright." she said. "Just be back before brillig."
Tarrant bounded over to his wife's side and kissed her cheek. "Of course, my dearest Champion." he said, before racing back over to his daughter's side and taking her by the hand.
"Downal wyth bluddy behg hid." Tarrant said, and both his wife and daughter smiled at him.
"Downal wyth bluddy behg hid." They chorused, before the Mad Hatter and his daughter ran off, leaving Alice behind to cope with the unfortunate task of talking with her family.