A/N: SEE! This is what happens when I act! Kelly knows! I have been living, breathing, eating (well, maybe not eating…I AM a vegetarian after all), and sleeping Alice in Wonderland, and especially my character, the March Hare. So, sorry if this is a bit Hare-centric, but he IS the character I know the best.
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Alice in Wonderland, Bunsen burners, or bubble tea (unfortunately. If I did, I would drink it all day, and not have enought time to even write this story.)
Why Bubble Tea is REALLY So Popular
Alice stared out the window of her room. It was a dreary, rainy day, and her mood fit the weather outside perfectly- both were frightful.
"Alice!" her sister called impatiently "its tea time!"
"ONE minute, Elsie!" she called back, still gazing out the window. Five years ago today she had fallen down a rabbit hole into a strange other world, populated by rabbits with pocketwatches, cats who grinned, strange mad folk who loved tea, babies who turned into pig, talking flowers, and card soldiers. If she closed her eyes and listened closely, she could still hear the voices of the dodo bird, the lory, the mouse, the eaglet, and assorted other animals calling 'a caucus race! A caucus race!'
She looked up, and stood unsteadily on a chair. Once up, she leaped to the bed, catching onto the canopy, and falling with a plump! Standing up once again, she jumped from the bad to another chair, to the dresser, to a windowsill, back to the first chair, and onto the bad again, faster and faster, until she was in a mad caucus race of her own.
"Alice! What in heaven's name do you think you're doing!" Elsie gasped, as she re-entered the room.
Alice paused guiltily on top of the dresser. "I'm having a caucus race." She said sheepishly.
"A-" Elsie shook her head. "Alice, straighten yourself up. And get down off that dresser! We're late for tea."
Alice sighed, and looked around the room. 'Prizes! Prizes' echoed the memories in her mind. Sighing, she shook her head, and followed her sister to tea.
"There's something missing." The Mad Hatter looked around the table. "The tea is here…the sugar…jam…lemons…unbirthday cake….mustard…watch remains…Bunsen burner…cream…avocadoes…wine…golden lion marmosets…"
The March Hare blinked at him, and squinted through the three-inch magnifying glasses he was using to look closely at the tapioca grains he was cooking. "There isn't anything missing. You have a big nose."
"I know what it is!" the Mad Hatter jumped onto the table. "Do you remember that girl?"
"No." one of the tapioca grains blew up in the March Hare's face, and he jumped on the table too, tripping over the teapot. The Dormouse spilled out, and went sliding into a mound of sugar. Starting to dance, the March Hare caught up the Hatter's arm, and danced around in a circle. "Have a cup of tea. It will make you feel better. It's the only thing that practically works almost most of the time."
"No." the Hatter stood up and took off his hat. Picking up the dormouse and putting him into the hat, he put the hat back onto his head. "If the White Rabbit is able to travel between here and a different world, then we ought to.
The March Hare sprinkled some tea onto the Dormouse's nose. The Dormouse sneezed, and started to mutter "Twinkle, twinkle, twinkle, twinkle, twinkle…"
Jumping back the Hare shrieked "Pinch its nose and make it STOP! It won't do to anger Time anymore." He looked around suspiciously, his eyes comically enlarged by the spectacles. "You're right. I've decided to resume traveling. I remember the time I saw a Bandersnatch in…in…in Kalamazoo! It was going in a rather…northwesterly direction…"
The Hatter raised his eyebrows. "Yes. Well, as I was saying…"
The Hare leaped down from the table, and began a furious working that made the Hatter jump back, and drop his hat, and the Dormouse, into a bowl of cream.
"Here!" the Hare held up a small oblong cup, with a fat straw. "It's the new thing in tea, I've heard. Strawberry or mango?"
"What is it? Strawberry, please." The Hatter put his hat back on, and accepted the cup.
"Bubble tea! Those little black things are the bubbles."
"They look more like black snowballs to me."
The Hare sucked on the straw, and choked when a tapioca 'bubble' came flying up the straw and almost lodged in his throat.
The Hatter chewed thoughtfully. "Very nice. Now, let's go!"
A/N: This is just the pilot chapter. ILOVE BUBBLE TEA! BUBBLE TEA IS MY LIFE!
Do you want to know the real reason why I started this story? Well, here it is: I was sick of how all the Alice in Wonderland fanficts were all really American McGee's Alice fanficts. I love American McGee's Alice (and bubble tea), but THERE IS A SEPARATE CATEGORY FOR IT, YOU KNOW. Keep the Alice category to Alice. And I love bubble tea. Did I say that before?
