A Mad Halloween Tea Party
It was an eventful time of the year, next to Christmas and New Years. Halloween was probably the most exciting too. Everyone across Wonderland, from the small momewraths to the mighty Queen of Hearts, would decorate their homes and spend their evenings on creating the perfect Halloween costume. Each year, everyone would come to the castle and have a huge Halloween party... But this year, a few of our characters had a plan of their own.
The March Hare stood on a rickety ladder, shook his bottom and danced as he hung up streamers from tree to tree. The Mad Hatter standing on the ground trying his best to keep the ladder from falling over as the March Hare danced up a storm.
"So, do you have any idea of what you are going to be for Halloween?" the March Hare asked.
"Why I certainly do," said the Mad Hatter in a trembled voice, his eyes looking at the ladder in fear it would fall on him. "Do you have your idea yet?"
"I certainly do too!" the March Hare replied. "Just too bad your idea wont be as good as mine."
"How could you say such a thing?" the Mad Hatter fowled. "You don't even know what my idea is to begin with!"
"True, true. That's definitely true."
The Mad Hatter laughed as he helped the March Hare down from the ladder. They looked around the opening, they were quite satisfied with all of the decorating they have done.
Streamers of assorted Halloween colours hung from tree to tree. A large banner hung, reading, 'A Halloween Tea Party'. And in smaller letters under it, it read, 'Please do not let the Queen of Hearts know about this'. For if the Queen did know about another party, she would get quite furious, making her lose her temper and off with someone's head. The March Hair and the Mad Hatter (nor anyone else would want their head to roll...
Strutting down a path way, humming a tune and giving a skip to his step, the Cheshire Cat made his way to the March Hare's. A gleeful smile spread across his face, and his eyes a cat like feature. Opening a small wooden gate with the push of his tail, he enters to opening of the March Hare's home. He looked around and smiled with glee. He's so proud of himself, going against what the Queen wants and hopes to make her mad for the next month is exactly what he wants. He spotted the March Hare and the Mad Hatter over at the table. A large, orange table clothe was spread over it. But the table was so big, the March Hair spent the last three night sewing many orange table clothes togther to make one. The table was decorated with Halloween shaped confetti and festive dish wear.
"Well, isn't this just lovely?" the Cheshire Cat squealed, clapping his hands. The Mad Hatter was the first to turn around. Facing the Cat, he placed his hands on his hips pouted. "My, my, aren't you late?"
"Yes, yes. Very late indeed," the March Hare added.
"Oh, and my apologies, but you certainly have done a marvelous job on your own. It couldn't have looked better with or without my help." The Cheshire Cat really didn't care much on how decorative it al looked. He was just looking forward on how mad the Queen was going to get.
The March Hair and Mad Hatter giggled. "You like our decorating?" The March Hare said happily.
The Mad Hatter got excited. "Then maybe we should add some more decorations? Maybe some more lights over there, and put some dancing jack o lanterns on the fence!"
The Cheshire Cat walked over to the two. He placed his hand on the Mad Hatter's shoulder, "Now, you wouldn't want to over kill it, would you?"
"I guess not," said the March Hair. Even though he did like the Mad Hatter's idea.
"And I do hope that everyone has their costumes ready for tomorrow night?" The Cat asked.
The March Hair and the Mad Hatter looked at each other. "We most certainly do." said the March Hare.
"Yes, yes," said the Mad Hatter.
The Chestier Cat looked around, "And where is the Dorm Mouse? Did he not come? Or is he also running late?"
The Mad Hatter plumped his head on his hands as did the March Hare. "He probably fell asleep on his way here," replied the Mad Hatter. "What a shame."
"Oh well. Let's just hope he makes it tomorrow night." said the Cat. The three nodded at the Cat's words and worried about the Dorm Mouse no more.
As the three continued on their plans, plans were being made else where. The Queen had her servants decorate the castle from top to bottom. Red and black was the theme colour the Queen chose, as it is all year round. The King tried his best to get the Queen to pick some different colours, but as always, it is the Queen's way. Her party was to be the best, as it was every other year. Only because she was the only one who had parties. She was the only one who was authorized to have parties, by her demands of course.
Festive decorations and foods were set, music was picked out. The lighting was perfect, and the Queen's costume was ready to go.
"This year shall be the best Halloween party we've had yet. Every one is going to love it, and it is going to be the talk across the Kingdom until Christmas." With a chuckle, the Queen cooled herself with a hand held fan. She peered around the room, making sure that every one of her card-servants was working their hardest. How happy she would be if she could spot someone who was slacking, just a reason for her to lose her temper and chop someone's head off.
As the sun went down, it went silent across Wonderland, everyone was sleeping in their beds, happily waiting for the next day to come. Everyone except for one. A young girl still stayed awake, pacing up and down in her room trying to figure out what to be for Halloween.
Every idea that came up to her she would tun down and say it wasn't good enough. She was going to be the youngest there, and she had to impress everyone with what a fantastic mind and imagination she had. Poor Alice, it was nearly midnight on Hallow's Eve, and not a single idea was good enough for her. Leaving her only hours to make a costume before the Halloween party. With a soft sigh, Alice fell onto her bed, shoving her face into her pillow. This isn't the first time, not the second, but the fifth time she's tried this, suffocating herself in her pillow They say that your life flashes before you when you die. Alice is hoping that the greatest idea will pop into her head before she passes out from lack of oxygen.
"Alice, please, your going to make your face turn red again. You know how you make your mother worry when you try these silly stunts," her sister said.
Alice didn't even here her sister come in. But she knew that her sister possibly couldn't understand. In Alice's time, Halloween wasn't even invented yet, only in the word on Wonderland did it exist.
"Don't worry about what I'm doing, worry about what you're doing. Isn't it rude to barge into other peoples bed rooms with out knocking?" Alice snapped.
"Alice, what has gotten into you? You have been so very rude these past few days," her sister sighed.
"I don't believe I asked for your opinion." Alice said, rolling over on her bed and sitting upright.
"See, this is what I'm talking about. Mother thinks your going through a womanly time, but you shouldn't be this bad. Please talk to–"
"I also didn't ask for you to butt into my business. What's been on my mind has nothing to do with you. I tried telling you, but just told me it was nonsense..."
"Alice, I wish I could understand this Halloween thing, but it just doesn't exist."
Alice almost screamed in fury. She picked up a pillow and hurled it at her sister as hard as she could throw. "You'll never understand. Just go and think that I'm crazy! Lock me up in an asylum and see if I care! But leave me alone!"
Alice's sister was shocked. Not only did she get a pillow wailed at her, but her sister was throwing her first tantrum. "Alice..."
"Now please leave, let me be as I think of what I am going to be for Halloween. And let mother know that I not having womanly problems. Thank you..." Alice pushed her sister out of her room and closed the door behind her. She leaned herself against the door, picking the pillow up off the floor and held it to her chest. 'Why am I acting like such a witch...' Alice thought to herself...
And that's when it hit her. "It's perfect!"
Meanwhile, downstairs, Alice's family sighed. "I tried mother." Alice's sister said.
"It's okay my dear, I think Alice is just a little too wild with her imagination," Mother replied.
"I told you we should have sent her to boarding school," said Father.
"Oh shush Father. Alice is a bright child, she just needs to get out more." Mother sighed, picking up a tiny tea cup and sipped from it.
The Mad Hatter awoke with a startle and shot up in his bed. A loud racket was coming from the next room. The Mad Hatter slowly climbed out of bed, reaching for his cane that sat next to the door. Twisting the brass door knob, the racket from the next room stopped. The Mad Hatter swung the door open, jumped into the next door and flicked on the lights.
"Get out and show yourself!" The Mad Hatter shouted. He looked around the room. It was a silent mess. The room was flipped up side down, the furniture was out of place, the stuff from the closet was spread all over the. An umbrella, a basket ball, coats and cloaks, boxes and many hat; empty cans of cream soda, tea bags, papers and old decorations from various holidays. The light was on in the closet. The Mad Hatter's eyes opened up widely, and crept toward the closet. His latest prize possession was in that closet... his Halloween costume.
With anger filling inside of him, his hands gripped around the cane and his eyes crossed. He gritted his teeth and ran at the closet, raising the cane above his hand and let out a loud battle cry type yell. Just before he swung the cane, he stopped and yelled again. Except this yell was more of a scream of surprise. Easily recognizing the thief, he almost decided o continue on attacking with his cane.
Looking back at the Mad Hatter was the March Hare. He too let out a loud scream. As the two stood there and had themselves a good scream and shriek, the Mad Hatter dropped the cane and attacked the March Hare.
"You're trying to wreck my Halloween costume! You cheater!" the Mad Hatter grabbed an ear and took a swing at the March Hare.
"No, no!" the March Hair pleaded as he dodged the Mad Hatter's fist. "You aren't being very civil! Let me tall–"
"I'll tell you what being civil is!" The Mad Hatter took another swing, bonking the poor Hare in the nose.
"Waaah!" The March Hair creamed. "It stings!"
The Mad Hatter looked at the Match Hair, letting go of the rabbit's ear. The March Hare fell to the ground and wiggled a bit, cuffing his hands to his nose. "How could you!" cried the March Hair.
"I thought you would have dodged it," said that Mad Hatter.
The March Hare wiggled a bit more before he sat upright and removed his hands from his face, "Is it bleeding?"
"No," answered the Mad Hatter. "It'll be fine."
"No it wont!" You.." The March Hare sniffed, making his nose tingle and burn.
The Mad hatter bent down and kissed the March Hare on the nose. "You'll be fine. But what where you doing here?"
The March Hair stood up. "I was trying to find my... shoes."
"Your... shoes?"
"Yes, my shoes."
"But what do you call those on your feet?"
"Oh stop it!" The March Hare snapped. "I didn't see it, so you can stop worrying."
As bad as the March Hare was being, he knew he wasn't being very civil himself. The Mad Hatter took the Hare's hand and pulled him out of the closet. "I want you to clean this all up, now," said the Hatter.
"But, it's so late, it'll take me so long. And then I would need to walk back home."
"Well, you should have thought of that before," said the Hatter. "But I'll help you, and then you can sleep over." The March Hare lightened up. Together the two started to clean up. And this also gave the Mad Hatter a chance to organize his closet.
Meanwhile, Alice was measuring, hemming, cutting and sewing like mad. She knew she should have went to bed, but her costume was the first thing on her list to do. She gathered all of the black and purple material she could find. She even went out of her way to raid her sisters closet. Alice's fingers hurt, her eyes were getting droopy, and she wasn't even close to being half done.
"Aaargh!" Alice screamed. "Why can't I have a sewing machine!" Alice threw done the piece of fabric with the needle still attached.
A light knock was heard on the door. Alice looked to it without a reply. She didn't want to be caught being awake at such a time. The door slightly opened, and her sisters voice whispered threw . "Alice, may I come in?"
"What do you want?" Alice said hastily.
"I want to know if I can help? And... I'm sorry about before..."
Alice feel silent. She knew she could use the help, but nor did she want any one else there. Plus, she has her sisters funeral clothing, veils, and gloves.
"You won't get mad at me?" Alice asked, her voice more calm.
"I promise," her sister answered. The door was pushed open. Alice's sister looked around the room. Garments, veils, gloves, shoes, beads, spools of thread and hats were scattered everywhere. She easily recognized her own garments in there, but she was going to keep her promise. She sat down on the bed next Alice, took her hands in hers and pulled her close.
"Alice, what are you trying to do? Please tell me," Alice's sister asked calmly.
Alice was leaning against her sister, her head on her chest, her hand in her sisters. "Well I tried to tell you before. But you only got mad at me."
"I... I wasn't listening before Alice. But now I'm going to listen, and try to understand."
Alice pulled away from her. Pushing away some of the garments on the bed, she pulled out a small sketch book. Flipping through, she showed a picture to her sister. It was a sketch Alice did of what her costume is to look like.
"I want to make this for a party I'm going to tonight," Alice said.
"Well, if it's tonight, we best as well shake a leg," Her sister replied...
The Queen pranced about her room in a long black dress. The skirt was enormous as it was in the latest style. Bigger the dress, the more fashionable it was. Red frills lined the garment. Big, red, plush hearts with black frill made the design for her chest. A red bow tied together at the back. Long sleeves and red gloves. The Queen smiled wickedly in the mirror.
"And all it needs is a finishing touch," she said. The Queen went to her closet and pulled out a tall, pointy, black hat. Looking herself over again in the mirror, the Queen laughed. "I will be the spotlight of the party!"
The March Hare plumped down onto the Mad Hatter's bed, sinking into the plushness of it. "I certainly am beat. It's amazing on how much stuff you have in just one little closet."
"Oh, I know. My mother always did tell me I had a knack for keeping things organized," the Hatter said, laughing at himself. He dug through his dresser to find a night gown the March hare could use.
The March Hare rolled his eyes at the Hatter's words. He didn't think he was organized at all. Who keeps that much junk in a closet?
The Hatter jumped onto the bed, startling the Hare. The Mad Hatter giggled. "It's been so long since someone has slept over. This is so exciting!"
"Well, let's just hope we get enough rest before the party. I don't want to be like the Dorm Mouse and fall asleep..."
"Now, now," protested the Hatter. "Let's not pick on the Dorm Mouse. It's rude to gossip about some one."
The Hare sighed. "You're right. My apologies." The Mad Hatter gave the March Hare the night gown. As the March Hare changed, the two giggled and laughed in excitement. The two curled up in bed and sat there awake. Unfortunately, the two spent so much time and energy being awake, the two were not sleepy an more. The Hatter turned his head and looked at the March Hare.
"Are you sleeping yet?" whispered the Mad Hatter.
"No, not yet. Are you?" whispered back the March Hare.
"No."
"Well, isn't this convenient," said the Hare. The two fell silent. The room was dark except for whatever light was coming from the window, casting shadows around the room.
"Does your nose still hurt?" asked the Mad Hatter.
"I don't know. I can't fell it."
"Well, if you can't feel it, then of course you can't feel it if it hurts."
The March Hare poked his nose. The Hare made a small yelp, "It still hurts. And it's gotten really swollen."
The Mad Hatter felt bad. He shouldn't have hit the March Hare so hard. He sat up in bed and turned on the table lamp, only giving off very little light.
"Let me see it," said the Hatter. When he looked at the Hare, he was covering his nose with the blanket.
"But it hurts. I wouldn't be surprised if it was big and blue with puss squirting out," cried the March Hare.
"Now don't let's be silly!" exclaimed the Mad Hatter.
The Hare pulled his nose from the blanket and showed the Hatter. It wasn't pussing, Nor was it big and blue. "It looks fine," said the Mad Hatter. "You just look a bit drunk."
"Drunk?"
"Yes. You're nose is very red."
"Oh my." The March Hare started to pull up the blanket again. But the Mad Hatter leaned forward and kissed the March Hare on the nose again. Although the Hare's nose was numb, he still felt the soft kiss on his red nose.