Carter in Wonderland

Chapter 2- Meetings

Carter was sure glad to get the heck away from those two magical menaces! However he had no idea where the heck he was! Felix seemed to calm down now that he was away from those nut cases! 'Throwing him in a concoction' how mean. Carter turned around a bend only to stop. "I passed that tree four times already! I know I haven't been going in a circle either!"

"Have you tried asking for directions?" A smooth voice sounded nearby.

Carter looked around but saw no one. "Whose there?"

A man stepped out from behind a tree. He had cat ears on.

"Who are you?" Carter asked surprised.

The cat rolled his eyes. "Newkirk the Cheshire Cat, thank you very much!" He crossed his arms and leaned against the tree.

"Oh, okay, well, Mr. Cat can you tell me where to go?" He then immediately regretted his wording.

"That all depends-"

"On where I want to go." Carter finished annoyed.

The Cheshire Cat rolled his eyes irritated. What was the point of playing the Cheshire Cat if Carter kept taking his lines?

Carter rethought his wording. "Can you tell me how to get back to Stalag 13?"

The Cat was too annoyed to give him a good answer but knew he should at least give him something. "You'll 'ave to ask the Mad 'Atter for that, mate." He became transparent and was gone.

"Hey wait!" Carter called the Cat back.

And he returned with an annoyed huff. "What do you want, mate?"

"How do I find this Mad Hatter?" Carter asked.

"Follow the path of course!" And he was gone again.

Carter looked down the path; the same path he'd been walking that got him no where. Maybe he was supposed to ask direction and then it would take him somewhere. Or maybe not. He decided to walk it anyway. Even if I didn't lead him to the Mad Hatter he'd at least wind back up at the tree right? Carter followed the path as he had before with Felix in his hand because all his pockets had holes in them and the poor mouse kept falling through. "If only I had something to carry you in." Carter said talking to the mouse who squeaked in agreement.

Carter looked up and saw something sitting by a tree. The same tree he had just been at! Carter growled in frustration. He looked closer and it was a basket. He decided to take it. He put Felix in the basket and the basket on his arm and looked around. "Now where?"

"'Ow about to my Mad Tea Party?" Carter jumped as a voice came from right behind him. He spun around and saw it was the Cheshire Cat with a large hat on instead of ears and wearing elegant clothes and top coat. This wasn't funny. Carter was lost and wanted to get back to Stalag 13 and his friends but this stupid cat…hatter guy was making it difficult.

Carter turned and started walking away but was pulled back by the Hatter. When Carter turned around there was a house and a large table set for a tea party before him. Where did that stupid tree go? He didn't know what to say or do. So the Hatter pulled Carter to the table and sat him down.

"Now then, 'ow about a riddle?" The Hatter poured himself some tea , sipped it then placed it back on the table and leaned on his hand.

"A riddle?" Carter asked. The tea looked good. He eyed it. Then went to help himself.

The Hatter swiped it away and poured himself some more tea. "Yes, a riddle." He said as though he wasn't paying attention to the fact that Carter wanted tea.

Carter thought nothing of it. Maybe the Hatter hadn't realized that he wanted tea. So Carter waited until he was finished but the Hatter just poured and poured the tea. It didn't over flow in the cup but the pot was empty. He tossed it over his shoulder and drank down his tea. He gulped it all down. Carter wasn't sure how long the Hatter sat there drinking all that tea but it had to be at least a few minutes. He didn't even stop to take a breath. When he was finished he didn't even gulp down any air after the long dragged out minutes without it. It was as thought he hadn't even been drinking any tea. He just leaned on his hands and looked at Carter.

Carter blinked then shook his head. " You were saying?"

"I was saying something?" The Hatter looked at him surprised.

"The riddle?" Carter clarified.

"Oh yes, tell me a riddle." the Hatter leaned in eager to listen.

"I thought you were telling the riddle." Carter said confused.

"You didn't come with a riddle? Tsk Tsk! What a terrible 'ost!" The Hatter tipped his cup upside down, and when nothing came out he threw it over his shoulder.

"You're the host! I'm the guest! You serve me the tea." Carter was getting annoyed again.

"Well if you were any kind of 'ost you'd pour your own tea!" Hatter shook his head disappointed in the young man.

"I'm the guest!" Carter nearly tore the hair out of his head.

"Oh. Then where is our 'ost?" The Hatter looked around.

Carter sighed. Now he knew why he was called the Mad Hatter; he was insane!

"Well, since the 'ost never told you to bring a riddle I'll show you mine." The Hatter leaned down below the table and pulled out a contraption.

"What is it?" Carter asked.

"Why, it's a riddle!" the Hatter said scolding him for his ignorance.

"It looks more like a radio or something like that." Carter said explaining.

The Hatter took it and threw it as hard as he could at Carter hitting him in the head. "Ow! What was that for?"

"It wasn't me it was that 'ead injury of yours!" The Hatter said as though nothing happened.

Carter stood up and stormed off. The Hatter didn't try to stop him in the slightest. So Carter continued off into the woods once again.

He turned a bend and came back to the tree that he hated so much. He was so mad he wanted to punch something. "I hate this tree."

"Well, I love it."

Carter turned and saw the cat sitting in the tree. "And I really don't like you. 'Mr. Hatter'."

The cat looked at him uninterested. "I 'ave no idea what your talking about."

"Uh huh, sure." Carter didn't buy that for a second.

"Try going back," Newkirk the Cheshire Cat looked down to the basket that Carter had on his arm. "What's that?"

Carter looked down. "Felix."

He showed the cat, causing Felix to cower in the corner of the basket.

The cat licked his lips causing alarm to Carter. The cat snatched the mouse up and went to drop it down into his mouth.

"No! Don't eat Felix!" Carter jumped forward punched Newkirk in the stomach and nabbed the mouse. He put the mouse into the basket and quickly retreated into the woods leaving the cat doubled over in pain.

He ran back the way the cat told him and before he knew it he was in a large field with a yellow brick road leading off into the distance. He looked out over the vast fields and saw a scarecrow mounted up at the fork in the road. He stood at the fork looking between the two paths.

"Help!"

Carter looked around. Who was calling for help? "Oh no! Someone is lost in the tall grass of the fields! Come to my voice!" He called out into the grass.

"You stupid boy! Up here!"

Carter looked up and saw that the Scarecrow, who had a monocle, was talking to him.

"I'm stuck! Burkhalter the Tin-Man put me up here as punishment since he knew I'd never survive on the Munchkin Front!" The Scarecrow explained.

"Oh." Carter went forward and began untying.

"And he took my Cowardly Lion partner away and put him in the forest to look for escaped prisoners."

"Really?"

"Yes, AH!" The Scarecrow fell off of the pole he was tied to and landed in the grass. "Oof!" He stood. "I'm free! HAHA!" He started doing a dance.

The only thing Carter was thinking was, 'Wow this guy has no brains at all, and that Burkhalter fellow sounds like he has no heart at all'.

The Scarecrow went running off to the left of the fork and didn't stop no matter how many times Carter called after him.

Carter tried running after him but it was no use. He was going to share his freedom with no one. Oh, well.

Carter continued walking along the path that the Scarecrow had taken and finally came to the woods. "The Cowardly Lion must be in here. If he's a coward he must not be dangerous. Maybe he can tell me how to get back to Stalag Thirteen. I know that brainless scarecrow wouldn't be able to."

He started walking into the woods. They weren't like the woods in that town he first came to with all the candy on them, no, these trees were dark and spooky. That poor Cowardly Lion must be so scared in here. If Carter found him he could help him out of here!

He wandered through the darkness that was getting darker and darker. He saw some movement up ahead and stopped. What was it? Was it the lion? He thought of the cat that tried to eat Felix. A lion is a cat. Would he try to eat the mouse?

He looked up from the basket where Felix was contemplating the same thing, and saw a furry face starring at him. He jumped back. "Who-who are you?"

"I'm Schultz, The Cowardly Lion!" He said cheerfully.

He didn't seem too Cowardly.

"Are you an escaped prisoner?" He asked.

"Uhm. No, not exactly, just a lost one."

The Lion got sad. "Me too, I'm lost and these woods are so scary! But the Tin Man said that if I don't catch the prisoners I'll be sent to the Munchkin Front!" The Lion began to sniffle sadly and wiped his tears with his tail. He then looked down to the basket. "Oh, do you have lunch in there?" He asked hopefully.

Carter's worst nightmare. "No, nothing you would like to eat!" Carter pulled the basket back.

"Oh come now I wont eat all of it! I'll share!" He lifted the sleeve of Carters jacket and squealed in terror as he saw a mouse. "That is not food! It is a mouse!"

Carter hushed him. "The Wicked Witch and the Queen of Hearts are after it. You can't let anyone know I have it!"

"I know nothing!" The Lion said determined not to say a word.

Carter was relieved. "Thanks."

Just then they heard a strange sound. They looked up and Flying German Monkey Soldiers came swooping down at them!

"AH! Run for you life!" The Lion started running away but the monkeys swooped down grabbed him and swooped off. The Lion's screams could be heard for miles and miles.

Carter and Felix, who were scared out of their minds booked out of the area as fast as they could. "I guess he just got transferred to the Munchkin Front!" There was no way they were sticking around in case those things came back.

[AN] Wow the Munchkin Front almost sounds like the Russian Front! HAHA Please R&R

The last time I did a combo of these stories (with another tv show) the readers said that the stories 'freaked them out' But I did this anyway hoping that the readers would enjoy it with my twists.

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