Alice Laverne was singing while she walked home from school. Loudly. Very loudly and rather off key. But she couldn't hear herself, because her Ipod was on it's highest volume setting, beating Lady Gaga into eardrums that would probably need hearing aids before she turned 30.

She walked down the cobblestone pathway, doing a little dance as she went, hoping a celebrity or talent agent happened to be nearby to witness her like totally obvious hotness and ask her to be the next Kate Moss or Britney Spears. From the top of her lungs, she sang to the heavens;

"Want your bad roooomance…'cause I'm a free bi-AAAH!"

With a dismayed cry, Alice collapsed to the ground. You see, she had been so busy shaking her tail feather she had failed to notice the white rabbit in a blue waistcoat had been running after her since she left the school grounds. In the end, he had dashed in front of her to try and make her stop, only to have her bring her brand new Wingtips down on the center of his back.

Now they both lay on the ground. Both very sore, and one highly confused.

McTwisp was the first to recover his senses. Curiously, he peered up from his prone position and up at his newly discovered 'Alice's' face. Alice returned his gaze, not daring to blink. Were the lips of that rabbit… moving?

'No of course they weren't.' Alice reasoned. "If they were, why couldn't she hear anything? His nose must be twitching very fast because she gave him a fright and… and … Oh. My. Actual. God. The rabbit's lips are moving!' Yet if that was true, why could she not understand him? Was the rabbit speaking another language? One known only to rabbits and a few special chosen humans? Or was their another, far more chilling explanation.?

"O.M.G!" Alice screamed. "I'M DEAF!"

The rabbit cocked his furry head to one side, and regarded her with an incredulous eyebrow. Then he hopped forward and pulled the earphones from her ears.

"I said: Alice is that you? Do you remember me?" he said, slowly, in a tone he usually reserved for dense crickets and puppies being taught how to sit.

For a moment, Alice's world stopped. She stared at the rabbit, and McTwisp stared back at her. And then…

"Oh. My. GAAAAAAAAWD!" Alice screamed and pounced! Before McTwisp could breath, she yanked him into her arms and crushed him into her chest. With one arm, she ripped a camera phone out of her pocket and, pressing Nivens to her cheek, snapped a picture.

"You are just 2 cute!" OMG! I've gotta tweet this s*** right now!"

Her finger tips flew across her tiny keypad and McTwisp was left dangling, stunned, from her elbow. His shock only lasted a moment, before he began to fight for his remaining dignity.

"Madam! Not only is your language appalling, but your manner is hysterical! Please control yourself and let me down this instant!

But Alice Laverne wasn't listening. She squealed:
"Awwwww! You talk proper British to! And you accent is so hawt! Wait till I take you to Cindy's house tonight! All my peeps will be soooooooo jealous!"

McTwisp was torn. On the one hand, he was raised to be a gentle rabbit. It went against his very nature to be rude to a lady. Then again, the thought of being dragged back into this … crazy woman's den of harpies was more then he could stand!

"Like, I wonder if you would fit in my handbag…" Alice pondered aloud.

Decorum be damned! Thought McTwisp as something inside him snapped!

It took Alice Laverne roughly half an hour to regain consciousness. She sat confused and sad; her rabbit was nowhere to be seen. The last this she remembered was a large gold pocket watch arcing through the air aimed right at her head…

The Cheshire cat was enjoying a nap in his favorite sun beam when his laptop pinged. Rolling to his paws, he evaporated to his computer desk and admired his favorite screen saver for a moment. The hatter's favorite hat, resting leisurely on a beach towel.

"Saucy thing." He purred, tapping the mouse until the screen brought up his face book page. In the top left corner, the notification window informed him that 'Nivens McTwisp has been tagged in a photo.'

"Interesting." He thought, clicking on the link. It took seconds for his monitor to bring up the funniest thing the Cheshire cat had seen in a long time.

A plain teenage girl with brown eyes and pink highlights in her hair had Nivens McTwisp, page of the two queen's courts, the very embodiment of dignity and propriety, in a headlock. One of his eyes was smooshed against her cheek. His mouth a gaping hole of shock, his nostrils flared in dismay. His one open eye pleaded for help from the camera lenses for anyone to save him from this predicament.

Already, this moment that McTwisp would never let down had amassed a mountain of comments from other friends.

TrueRulerOfUnderland: Awwww, McTwisp! Supa Kawii!

WockyMasta1: I wants 1! I wants 1 NOW!

MadAsaMarchHare: SPOON!

PinMouse: Oi Whisckers! Stop flirting with Up-Top girls and find Alice! Don't make me come up there!

HatMan: ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

For once, the Cheshire Cat had nothing witty add. Unless one found "Ha he ha, oh dear oh dear me," particularly amusing. It took three clicks of the mouse for the Cheshire cat to have a new favorite screen saver.