Second chapter, here we go!

Oh, Disclaimer! I don't own BTR or Alice in Wonderland or anything from it!

Kendall

I shrugged. "Sure, why not?" and I popped a piece of the cake in my mouth.

Nothing happened…

Wait, why was that table getting smaller?

I looked down again and saw that I was growing back to my normal size. So I guessed that the drink made me shrink and the cake made me grow.

But wait...I was getting even taller than before. My clothes had started shrinking. I looked up and I could touch the ceiling with my hand, which I hadn't been able to do before. It was getting cramped fast and I was uncomfortable. I was frustrated. I wanted to go home. I crouched down and tried to peer through the corridor again, but to no avail. I couldn't even get my head down there.

"Curiouser and curiouser!" I started to cry. I couldn't handle something like this. I only wanted to see what that rabbit was doing. Because of my enlarged state, my tears were larger. They started pooling at my feet. After a while of crying out my frustrations, I felt dehydrated and there was a sizable pool of tears on the ground.

I heard ticking coming from the small corridor and heard footsteps coming fast. I dried my face and tried to calm down. Maybe someone was coming to help me.

It wasn't a 'someone.' It was a 'something.' That darned white rabbit came scurrying back through the corridor and into the room. He looked at that blasted pocket watch and muttered, "The Duchess is waiting! Oh, no! I must hurry, for I am late!"

"Sir!" I called. Maybe he could help me. "Mr. Rabbit! Can you help me?"

That bastard ignored me. He kept going on about some Duchess and being late. What on earth could he be late for?

Pretty soon, the rabbit started running. He dropped a pair of gloves and a little fan like those Asian Geishas wave around a lot. I picked up the gloves and put them in my back pocket so they were secure. Perhaps I could give it back to that deranged overgrown bunny.

It was starting to get all hot in the cramped space, so picked up the fan and I started fanning myself. I felt my clothes begin to loosen back up. Perhaps cooling myself down did the trick. But why was the table getting bigger again? I stopped fanning myself and the table stopped growing. I stopped shrinking.

I fanned myself until I was the size of the small corridor. But then I looked up and realized that I had left the key on the table. I couldn't go back to get it, could I?

I tried to stand up, but then realized that I was swimming. My tears from earlier hadn't completely drained out of the room yet. I started swimming around the room, into the corridor. It seemed endless. I thought that there might have been a door at the end of it, hence the key, but there was no such thing. In fact, the corridor only led into a larger room than before, this one seemingly endless. I kept swimming, tasting my own salty tears, hoping to get somewhere. I swam until my arms and legs were so strained that they felt like noodles. I had gotten far enough away from the corridor to the point where I couldn't see it anymore.

But that didn't mean that I knew where I was. I was too tired to keep moving, so I just closed my eyes, laid on my back and floated. I knew that I was being carried by my sea of tears, but I didn't even know which direction I was moving in. Pretty soon, I felt a shadow being cast across my face. I opened my eyes to find a huge-arse rat floating on a barrel.

"Hey! Mousey! Where am I? Can you help me? Please? I'm looking for a cray-cray white rabbit. He dropped his gloves and this random fan. Do you know him or where he is?" I rambled.

"Je suis désolé. Je ne parle pas votre langue, petit. Je voudrais pouvoir aider. Allez apprendre le français et revenir plus tard. Peut-être que je vais vous aider alors… Vous regardez perdu."

What the f language was that? French? "Ooh, I know a little bit of French…! Excusez-moi , savez-vous quoi que ce soit sur les chats?" I asked. I asked if it knew anything about cats, even though I didn't have one. In retrospect, it was probably a bad question seeing as I was asking a mouse about a cat…

As expected, the mouse started getting scared and panicked. I racked my brain for any of the French words and sentences I picked up in middle school. "Je suis vraiment désolé! Comment sur les chiens à la place?" I apologized. Then I suggested dogs instead.

The mouse seemed to get even more panicked and afraid. It started using its front paws to propel the barrel away from me, trying to get away. I started apologizing in French before yelling, "I'm sorry! I'll stop asking about dogs and cats if you'll come back! I need your help!"

I soon realized that the mouse didn't understand and recited the whole thing in French, "Je suis désolé! Je vais me arrêter poser des questions sur les chiens et les chats si vous reviendrez! J'ai besoin de votre aide!"

My French was being put to the test. The mouse came swimming back timidly. It passed me and motioned for me to follow it. It muttered something about having a story to tell about why it hated cats and dogs once we got to shore. Or maybe it was talking about an ingrown toenail. I couldn't be sure.

I started swimming with the mouse, who was lucky enough to have found a barrel instead of just swimming and getting tired. I raised my arms, silently asking the mouse to give me a break; my arms and legs weren't even burning anymore, they were numb. It squeaked and pointed up ahead of us. There was another animal in a bottle. It poked its head out, getting air. The mouse and I both swam over to it. The rodent and the other animal, a duck I believed, started communicating with some weird arse complicated language that I had no hopes of understanding. I just looked around, observing, as the two conversed. Pretty soon, the duck was coming along with us as well.

This happened quite a few more times with several different species of bird. There was a Dodo, which I was sure were extinct, a Lory, and a baby eagle (an eaglet). Each of the other animals had their own sort of transportation: the dodo was floating using a piece of wood, and the lory was perched on top of a piece of cork which was probably from a boat or something. The eaglet was flying, occasionally resting on one of the other animals' shoulders.

I eventually just grabbed onto the mouse's barrel and let him drag me toward wherever.

A short while later, a shore started to come into sight.

How was this one? I'm personally cringing inside, but tell me what you thought of the chapter!