VS: Welcome, once again, to the Great and Powerful Van Skittles' presentation of Doctor Who: Descent Into Madness. J. has allowed the Great and Powerful Van Skittles to introduce this second part, just so long as I don't mention the names of anypony from that show that shall not be named (HINT: It rhymes with Py Mittle Lony).

J: Did you just say 'anypony?'

VS: Maybe.

J: OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!

VS: That's not until –

J: SILENCE! YE SHALL NOT RUIN THE CLIFFHANGER, YOU SCURVY KNAVE!

VS: (Sniffles) Very well...

J: Sigh...why must you try to in the first place?

VS: Any Whovian would not be surprised! I mean, how often have the Doctors and their companions been put in the most impossible scenario only for it to be resolved in the first two minutes of the next part/episode?

J: About as many times as people confuse the Queen of Hearts for the Red Queen! They are NOT the same character, Carroll himself even wrote an essay explaining that they are not the same character!

VS: Keep calm, and flutter on, J.J.! Oh, and mustard.

J: What was that?

VS: A reference to a certain episode which features John de Lancie returning to the role of the devilish Discord.

J: No, that other thing. What did you say?

VS: Mustard.

J: GAH! (grabs an axe...)

(Static...)

WE'RE SORRY; THE GREAT AND POWERFUL VAN SKITTLES SEEMS TO BE HAVING SOME TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES ON ACCOUNT OF BEING ASSAULTED BY SPITE FILLED MUSTARD PACKETS. PLEASE ENJOY THIS PRESENTATION OF PART TWO OF DESCENT INTO MADNESS:

Rating: T (And we hope to keep it that way...but, seeing as we are both sick in the head, it MAY be raised...)

Disclaimer: Doctor Who does not belong to us; it belongs to the British Broadcasting Corporation (BBC). This take on Wonderland, however, is OURS. (Since Carroll's works are in the public domain, we CAN claim this...however, the original stories, obviously, belong to Lewis Carroll himself. En pace requiescat...)

Summary: We have already seen...

A crash landing... (Part I, Chapter I)

Ace, lost in a wicked Wonderland... (Part I, Chapter II)

A White Rabbit & Royal Hearts... (Part I, Chapter III)

Skee & Skum: Siamese Sontarans... (Part I, Chapter IV)

A Mad Tea Party running low on party favors... (Part I, Chapter V)

A Mock Turtle-Killitrane... (Part I, Chapter VI)

The Card Guards: the Queen of Hearts' Deadly Deckers... (Part I, Chapter VII)

And, speaking of Cards, does an Ace equal Cheshire Cat Food...? (Part I, Chapter VIII)

Not if the Doctor has anything to say about it! (Part I, also Chapter VIII)

The Knave dealt underhandedly... (Part I, Chapter IX)

And the Doctor, Cheshire, and Ace were surrounded by Rrraston...er, I mean, Raston Sentries! (Part I, Chapter X)

Will our heroes all be reduced by a head?! Wait! The Worst is Yet to Come...

Chapter I: Where Were We...?

Now, we pray.

Ace stood ready with her baseball bat held up high. Her eyes darted about, keeping her gaze on the Raston Card Guards. The robots twitched as their loose wires sparked and fizzed. They held their long, ivory-white blades ready. Ace could see her reflection in the blades, knowing these robots were ready to slice each of them in half. Maybe these strange figures would succeed, but if Ace had her way, it wouldn't be without a fight.

The Doctor stood beside her, with his Panama hat tipped down slightly over his eyes. He held out his umbrella like a fencer's rapier. Like Ace, he was trying to keep his eyes on all the Rastons at once.

The Cheshire Cat, on the other hand, seemed very calm. Ace could have sworn she actually saw him, out of the corner of her eye, WAVE to the sentries.

The Rastons all crouched low, as if to pounce.

Was this the end?

Then, they vanished. All the Raston Sentries were gone without a trace.

For a few moments there was silence, as all three remained standing as they were.

"...I think they're quite gone, Doctor," Cheshire whispered, still smiling.

The Doctor let out a short, huffing breath, and stood normally...well, more normally. He leaned slightly on his umbrella, tipping his hat up on his brow with one long finger.

"Strange," he murmured. "How very unlike a Dead Man's Hand..."

"Professor," Ace said, slowly, carefully replacing her bat, "Is it safe now?"

"I think it is...but it shouldn't be."

"Where have they gone?"

"Away, obviously."

Ace smirked.

"Scared them off then, did we?"

The Doctor rolled his eyes.

"Very funny, Ace."

"Thank you."

"The Rrrastons are one of the most deadly rrrobotic weapons forged in history, programmed to kill before even the most quick-witted man could pull a trigger, let alone blink. If they surrounded us—which they did—and wanted us dead, we'd be dead. Simple as that."

"Well, then, why aren't we?" Cheshire thought to ask.

"That's a very good question, Grand Chz'zhur, but I fear I don't have an answer just yet."

"Well, where can we find answers?" Ace asked.

"Not here. I think it would be best if we continued on to Card Castle; perhaps the Queen of Hearts can tell us why her own soldiers chose to threaten us, and then simply flee."

The Doctor and Ace each began to walk off...then noticed the Katoseussian had stayed behind, and was seemingly scanning the trees, yellow eyes narrowed.

"Cheshire, are you coming?" called the Doctor.

The cat-man chuckled and shook his head.

"Sorry, Time, but I think I'd best be on my way. A cat has to eat, you know...I'll catch you later."

He grinned at Ace.

"Perhaps literally."

The cat-man then laughed aloud as the girl glared at him. If looks could kill, as the expression goes.

"Goodbye, Doctor," he said, waving in farewell.

"Yes, goodbye," the Doctor replied, somehow managing to shrug and nod at the same time as he began to turn back.

"Oh, and Doctor?"

"Yes, Cheshire?"

"Beware the Jabberwock."

Without another word, Cheshire suddenly fell down onto all fours. His gloves and suit vanished, turning into a fine velvet fur. His moustache became large savage whiskers.

The purple tiger roared and bounded off, back into the dark woods.

The Doctor shook his head, smiling slightly.

"Such a ham," he muttered.

"Professor..."

"Yes, Ace?"

"Did he say 'Jabberwock'?"

"I believe so, yes."

"As in, 'the jaws that bite, the claws that catch'?"

"Well, it's good to know you do read from time to time."

"Well, is it?"

"Yes...no...yes...no...it's a little hard to explain right now, actually. Come along," the Doctor said quickly, and began to walk again.

Ace sighed.

"Guess I better get used to not getting an answer around here..."

"Ace!"

"I'm coming, Professor!"