It seemed like that rabbit hole went on forever. Fluey was wondering how deep it actually was!

"Does this thing go all the way to China, or what?" he asked as he streamed downward.

Just as Fluey thought the rabbit hole would never end, it did. Fluey wasn't aware of reaching the bottom of it, until he landed, though.

SPLAT!

"Ugh!" Fluey groaned, as he converted back to solid, and rubbed his head. "I hate it when that happens!"

Fluey got up, and began to look around where he landed, looking for the robber rabbit. There were several tunnels in this hole, and that rabbit could have taken any one of them.

"No way I can check all of these," Fluey said. "It would take too long!"

As Fluey was thinking it over, he heard a door slam, and immediately ran toward the source. He found a large door at the end of one of the tunnels, and opened it. Behind it was another door.

"Oh brother," he sighed. "I've just stumbled into Alice in Wonderland territory. Might as well get it over with."

Fluey opened a series of doors, each one smaller than the last, until he got to the last one, and he practically had to enter the room on his hands and knees. He looked around the room, and saw that it contained nothing but a cobblestone floor, hallway of doors, a small table.

"Now which way did he go?" he asked himself. "Looks like I'd better backtrack and look in another tunnel."

Fluey was about to head out the door he came in, when it suddenly slammed shut, and locked. He figured he'd just go underneath it, but there wasn't any room for him to go under in a liquid conversion.

"Well, there goes that idea," he said. "Maybe one of these other doors is unlocked."

Fluey then went around the room, trying each door one by one, but none of them would open. And none of them had any cracks in them so Fluey could convert his way out. But he wasn't licked just yet. He raised his wrist communicator, and began punching buttons on it.

"Fluey to Coiley," he said. "Come in, Coiley."

Unfortunately, all Fluey got was a bunch of static. He had recently received an upgraded communicator, and he knew Coiley and Multi had also received wrist communicators like his, and it was designed to work from even underground, but for some reason, he wasn't getting a signal.

"Great," he sighed. "Now what am I going to do? Not only did I lose that rabbit robber, but how am I gonna get back home?"

Fluey walked around the room, and tried one last door. To his surprise, it was unlocked, but behind it, was an extremely small door, too small for him to fit through, in his solid form, at least.

"Huh," he said. "Who in the world could fit through a door that small? Unless it was built for a mouse or something, but that's definitely my way out! I may not be able to fit through it now, but once I go into a fluid state, I'll be able to fit through it no problem!"

Fluey turned the doorknob, but it wouldn't budge. Somehow, this didn't surprise him. He stood up, and looked around the room again. He finally noticed something on the table, and ran over to it. It was a small key.

"Ah ha!" he shouted. "I'll bet anything this fits that door over there. Only one way to find out!"

Fluey stuck the key into the door, and unlocked it. Behind it, was a beautiful garden, with all kinds of flowers. Immediately, Fluey went into a liquid conversion, and tried to go through the door, but he only ended up hitting some sort of invisible barrier. He tried again, but crashed into this strange forcefield once more.

"Okay," he said, somewhat dizzy. "I'd better figure out another way to do this before I end up giving myself a concussion."

Fluey heaved a sigh, closed the door, and locked it. As he sat there on the floor, thinking about what to do next, a bottle suddenly appeared on the table. He stared at it for a moment or so, then stood up, and walked toward it.

"Boy, I must've hit my head harder than I thought!" he shouted. He put the small key on the table, and then picked up the bottle.

"Drink me, it says," he said, reading the tag on the bottle. "Well, what the heck. I've seen Disney's Alice in Wonderland about fifty million times. And if I know that movie, if I drink whatever's in this bottle, I'll shrink down, and then I'll be able to fit through the door. It obviously won't let me through while I'm in my converted state."

Fluey opened the bottle, and drank the contents inside of it. Then he put the bottle back on the table, closing it. Almost immediately, he started to get a strange feeling in his stomach. Then, just as he predicted, he started shrinking.

"Yeah, I knew that was going to happen," he said. "Now for the door."

Fluey ran for the door and tried to open it. When it wouldn't budge, he remembered he had locked the door. And he had left the key on the table, as well.

"Well, that was stupid of you, Fluid Man," he said to himself. "Better go back up there and get it."

Fluey went into a partial conversion, and flew to the top of the table. Once there, he tried to grab the key, but he found it was too heavy for him to lift. Still, he tried, only to wind up losing his grip on it. He involuntarily let go of it, and the momentum caused him to splash down onto the floor.

"Ow!" he shouted, once he landed. "Darn it! I'll never be able to lift that key while I'm this small! I guess the only thing to do is try to knock it off the table and drag it to the door."

Fluey backed up to get a running start, converted into liquid, and shot forward as fast as he could, and hit the table. Unfortunately, nothing happened. Fluey tried this method a couple more times, but kept getting the same results. Nothing. Finally, he stopped to catch his breath for a minute. As he sat there, he saw a small box appear by his feet. Inside of it, was a little cake with the words "Eat Me" on it.

"Huh," he said, picking up the box. "In Disney's version, it was a cookie. I wonder if it'll have the same results, though. Only one way to find out."

Fluey opened the box, picked up the cake, and took a bite out of it. After a moment or so, he got that strange feeling in his stomach again. This time, though, instead of shrinking, he started growing. And he didn't stop until he hit his head against the ceiling.

BANG!

"Ouch!" he shouted, rubbing the top of his head. "Boy, a little of that sure went a long way!"

As Fluey sat there, trying to get his bearings after that one, another one of the doors opened, and in hopped the bunny burglar, and he seemed to be plenty nervous.

"Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear!" he shouted, looking at his watch. "The duchess will be mad for being kept waiting!"

"Hey!" Fluey shouted. "Hold it, buster!"

The rabbit stopped, looked directly at Fluey, screamed, and began running in the opposite direction, dropping a fan, and a pair of gloves on the floor.

"Oh no you don't, fella!" Fluey shouted, going into a conversion. "You're not getting away that easy!"

Fluey raced after the rabbit, but he was a little too late in catching it. The rabbit slammed the door shut, and Fluey crashed right into it.

KER-SPLAT!

Fluey wound up splashing all over the room, and stayed in his liquidized state for a moment or so, before reverting back to solid.

"Yeah, this is gonna get old pretty fast," he muttered, rubbing his head again. "That rabbit's nothing but a headache!"

Fluey then reached down, and picked up the rabbit's gloves and fan, and put them on the table.

"I wonder if there's anything left in the bottle?" he asked. "I gotta shrink down a little."

Fluey then grabbed the bottle from the table, and drank a little more out of it, shrinking down to the size of a mouse.

"Not what I was hoping for," he groaned.

Fluey sighed, and walked around the room a little, until he noticed a crack in the wall, covered by some sort of plant. He pushed through them, trying to see what was behind them, when he suddenly lost his balance, and fell down into a river, filled with what looked like green water.

SPLASH!

"This is weird," he said, swimming around a little. "I've never seen green water before . . . . . except when I've converted into fluid. Wait a minute, this isn't a river! This is the liquid residue from when I splashed into that door while trying to catch that rabbit! It must've run down the floor and out of that crack. Man, that would be a weird way to go. Drowning in my own element."

Fluey swam around a little more, when he heard some loud splashing nearby. Quickly, he swam toward a tree branch, and clung to it for the moment, not sure what the heck was coming. He heard quite a bit of squawking, and then saw three very large birds floating by, all of them in an uproar.

"Darndest thing I've ever heard of!" one shouted. "One minute we're all on dry land, and the next minute here comes a flash flood!"

Fluey just stared after them, not sure what to think. Then he saw another one float by.

"Hey!" he called out. "Hey you!"

"Who me?" the bird asked.

"Yeah, do you have any idea how to get outta here?"

"Sorry, kid. I'm a stranger here myself."

With that the bird floated off after the other three. Fluey groaned, and was about to convert into his fluid state in order to get out of this river, or whatever it was, when he heard more splashing going on. He turned to look and saw a mouse coming by, frantically trying to stay afloat. He grabbed onto the branch, and tried to catch his breath.

"Hey, fella," Fluey said. "You know how to get out of here?"

"No . . . ." the mouse said. "I don't know anything! I don't even know how to swim! Get me outta here!"

"Hang on, fella, I can get you to shore in no time! Rally ho ho!"

Fluey went into a full conversion, and flew to the shoreline, taking the mouse with him. Once they were there, they found the four birds there as well, all running around, squawking, and shaking water out of their feathers. The mouse began doing the same thing, except he was shaking water out of his fur.

"Hey, have any of you guys seen . . . ." Fluey began, but his sentence was cut off by the extremely loud squawking.

"Hey!" he shouted, a little louder to get their attention. "Have any of you guys seen . . . . ."

Fluey was cut off again by the birds loud squawking. It was clear he wasn't going to get anywhere with them.

"Forget it!" he shouted, and he started walking away. "It's obvious I'm not gonna get anywhere talking to them!"

Fluey began walking down a path. After all, he had a bunny burglar to find