Holding her skirts as she danced through the field-watching for nonemads as she walked-finally reaching her sought out destination. She pushed open the little gate door, and walked up to an everylong table covered in sputtering tea kettles and half-eaten teacups. She smiled, hearing the familiar "Un-Birthday" song from the far end of the table.
"Oh, Mr. Hatter!" she cried down from the edge of the table, smiling smugly.
Down the table, next to the March Hare, was Reginald Theophilus III himself (better known as the Mad Hatter) dressed in his eye-watering assortment of clothing, his wild, silverish locks curling from underneath his giant green hat. He crinkled his freckled nose, blinking his pale blue eyes at the girl in her blue dress and white apron, walking towards them.
"Mr. Hatter, I do believe I am correct when I say the time is officially reached five o'clock." the girl spoke indigently, holding her arm out showing a wristwatch bearing the larger hand on the number 12 and smaller on the number 5.
"Indeedy." replied the Hatter, crossing his leg over the other, folding his hands on his chest. "And Alice, my teacup, I do believe the appointed time was five-thirty, if I'm not mistaken."
The March Hare rolled his eyes, sipping from a teacup covered in holes. His eyes darted from the Hatter to Alice repeatedly.
Alice, pushing her blonde hair from her face, crossed her arms and tapped her foot. "Well I belive, Mr. Reginald Theophilus-"
"The third." The Hatter said smirking.
"-that you were mistaken."
"Have I, teacup?" he asked.
"Indeed you have."
"Indeedy."
They looked at each other, stifling laughter.
"Well, Mr. Hatter," said Alice, grinning. "I do belive that you will have to pay for this misunderstanding." She took a step closer to him.
He stood up. "And how is that, my sweetness?" he asked.
"You're cooking dinner all next week, Reginald, plus the dishes." she said.
He smirked. "Oh, really?"
"Yes, really."
Reg stepped closer to Alice, pressing his nose to hers as he leaned down some. Their eyes locked. "And if i belive otherwise?" he said.
"I don't see how you possibly could," spoke Alice. "But why would that be?"
He lifted her chin and kisses her lightly, commented by gagging noises by March Hare.
Alice smirked. "And does that get you off the hook?" she asked.
"Why yes, my little crumpet, I do believe it does." he said surely, grabbing Alice's hand. "Toodles, Marchy."
"Adios, Reg." spoke the Hare, finishing his cup of tea and waving the couple off. His shoulders fell as he set his tea next to the Doormouse's tea kettle. He looked down at the little Doormouse who peeked his head from the kettle looking back up at Marchy. "I hate it when they do that." spoke March, sighing and rolling his eyes.
Doormouse nodded respectfully, yawning slight, and hid himself back in the kettle.
