Molly's Adventures In Wonderland
Molly H./Me S.
Chapter 1: Where Am I?
Molly and Max sat on top of a large hill. Both eating sweet berries and conversing about where to go next.
"We have to follow the PokeNav, Molly!" Max cried.
"But that's so silly! We both know the town is right through those trees!" She laughed, swinging onto a branch of a tree. She rolled her eyes as Max went into a lecture of 'Following the Map' and how 'Your instincts arn't always right'. She rested her head against the tree. She yawned and closed her eyes for a moment, enjoying the slight breeze.
When she opened them, she swung back down the tree and stood in front of Max. "That is enough!" She said, trying to silence him.
Max kept talking, not even phased by her interuption. Molly rolled her eyes and turned around, looking at the landscape. Down the hill was one of the cutest pokemon she would ever see. It was a Bunery wearing a waist coat and holding a watch. Molly's eyes shined as she watched it hop. She quickly ran after it.
"I'm late! I'm late!" The Bunery cried, hopping faster.
"Late for what?" Molly called, not surprised at all to find it talking. After all, Max tells her Team Rocket stories all the time. "Will you WAIT!" She cried, sprinting faster. A creepy ounce of determination entered her voice. "I just wanna catch you!"
The Bunery hopped twords a tree and jumped into a bunny hole. Molly leaped after it, her slim ten year old body sliding through easily. Her eyes blazed with determination as she fell through the hole.
If she hadn't been too busy watching the Bunery, she might have noticed the patterned wallpaper and random photos hung on the walls of the narrow hole.
The Bunery eventually did land, and Molly made a point of crashing directly on top of it. She held him in an iron grip as she reached for one of her pokemon. She couldn't find her bag though, and it was then that she noticed what she was wearing. It was an extemely extravagent frilly dress. Her grip on the wild pokemon unvolentaraly loosened and the Bunery slipped out of reach.
"LATE!" It screamed, hopping away at the speed of light.
Molly got up and stomped her foor. "Late for WHAT?" She screamed, crossing her arms.
It was then that she noticed her surroundings. Long narrow halls were in every direction. She gasped. "Where am I?" She cried.
She looked up to the opening she came from, looking about five hundred feet up. Seeing as there was nowhere else to go, she followed the hall the Bunery went through. The hallway got narrower and narrower and narrower until Molly had to get on her hands and knees and crawl. She crawled a far way before the hall opened up into a bright pink room.
The room was large and round with a very high ceiling. In the center was a glasstop table and on the far side was a large door. Molly walked straight to the door and, with much effort, swung it open. Behind it was another smaller door. She opened that one. Another door. Opened that. Another door.
This continued until she got to a door just as tall as her shin. That one didn't open. "Locked?" She cried, pulling forcefully on the door. She squeeked in surprise when the doorknob itself yawned.
"To get through, you must have the key." He said in a tired voice. "You are much too big anyway. Drink the stuff on the table."
Molly turned around and picked up the bottle. "Drink Me." She read. "What is this?" She asked, looking at the slushy black fluid in the jar, "Tar?"
"Follow the directions and directly you will be directed in the right direction." The doorknob replied.
"Stranger and stranger." Molly muttered to herself, pressing the bottle to her lips. She carefully took a sip, then placed it back on the table. She turned around. "I can honestly say that was the nastiest thing I have ever tasted." She said.
She was extremely surprised to find she was the size of the door now. "Good!" She realized, "Now open up!"
"You still need the key." The doorknob said, "Which is located at the top of that table."
Molly looked up to see the key through the glass of the table. "But that's not fair!" She wined, "You never told me the key was right there!"
She looked at the door to see it sleeping again. She stomped her foot and slipped on something on the floor. She looked down to see a half squished cake on the floor. She picked it up. All the frosting was smudged on it. She sighed and took a small bite. She quickly grew to the size of the table, then larger, and larger, and larger. She grew so large she had to hang her head down or it would hit the ceiling!
"Now i'm too big!" She cried, fat tears ran down her cheeks. "I wanna go home!" Her giant tears filled the room quickly, making it seem as if she was sitting in a kiddie pool. She sniffled and rubbed her tears away as the bottle floated by. She grabbed it and drank the rest of the tar. She shrank, much smaller than before. She swam through her own tears and twords the door. The door yawned and Molly was sucked in with the rest of the water.
This is number two of my classics/princess chronicles. Alice's Adventures In Wonderland parody with Molly Hale. I'm currently contemplating whether to accually do Through The Looking Glass when this is finished. With the same characters and everything. Unlike my Snow White story, I actually have almost all of this story planned out.
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