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The Mad Hatter had been known as a very smart man, but he had been dumbfounded when he had seen Alice on the grass crouching low and looking as if she'd just seen the Red Queen. The Hatter had been about to say hello when she fell to the floor with a sigh and refused to move.

"Alice?" He called out worriedly, looking around for assistance of any sort. He found his assistance in a long stick which he used to poke her curiously,"Alice? Hellooooo???" He said before giving up on waking her with a stick and looking for something better... And maybe alive as well.

Alice had been having a wonderful dream that she was back in Underland, dancing and laughing away with all of her friends. She was woken abruptly when something like a tree fell upon her face and knocked her back into reality. Taking a large gulp of breath she removed what seemed to be an oddly placed poking stick and looked about for where the Hatter had run off to; having a Mad Hatter so close to the other party guests could only end in negativity.

"Hatter? Where are you? Are you even here?" she called, more to her own sanity rather than to the Hatter, but he responded nonetheless with a,
"Squeak squeaky squeak squeak squeak" and throwing her off if only for a turned to the squeaking noise and found the Hatter, sitting in the middle of the forest with what looked like a mouse in an odd dress. The Hatter sighed in annoyance before repeating his previous statement at a slower pace.

"Squeeeak squeeeeaky squeeeeak squeeeeak squeeeeeeeak... Now do you get it you idiotic Dormouse?" He said, annoyance leaking from his voice when the mouse merely cocked its head in confusion.

"Umm Hatter, animals can't talk in my world, nor can we talk in their... Native language" Alice said, causing the Hatter to turn with a smile on his face and raise himself off of the ground before running over to the blonde haired woman and hugging her tightly,

"Oh Alice you're alive! I was so worried that poking you with a stick had made you worse but the Dormouse said that you'd be fine. You sure had me fooled, naughty Alice" He said with a cheeky grin planted on his face.

"That's the Dormouse?" Alice asked as she stared at the tiny mouse wrapped in material.

"Yes and I'm the Mad Hatter, pleased to meet you" The Hatter cried before shaking Alice's hand harshly and causing her whole body to shake with it. "Well then, now that the pleasantries are over, care to tell me where we are exactly?" The Hatter had already walked off on Alice, inspecting a tree carefully before moving onto a blade of grass. Alice couldn't help but groan at the situation she was in.

"Actually Hatter," She said, "I wanted to ask how on Earth you got into my world?" Hatter's expression turned frightening as his eyes began to darken around the edges when he turned to face her.

"Well that's a long story..." He began before reliving the memory in his head.

FLASHBACKOFWIN

The Hatter had been making himself his usual ginger and radish tea when a flying saucer; clearly accompanied by its cup, was headed in his direction, aiming for his head. The Hatter ducked as he usually did in those situations however after hearing a cackling noise becoming distant, the Hatter looked up from his place under the table, only to see his beautiful tea and the March Hare bounding away into the shrubbery.

Not wishing to lose the best blend he had made so far he jumped out from under the table, running after the pair awkwardly yet increasingly fast. The Hare was faster however and though he was always in the Hatter's line of sight, he was never close enough to reaching the Hare. Hatter scoffed as he passed a flock of dodos but stopped abruptly, a grin growing on his face as an idea formed. Not a minute later, the Hatter was speeding off in the direction the Hare had gone in and laughed madly.

He was going to be victorious and reap the benefits once he sat and drank his delicious tea. When the March Hare saw the Hatter coming towards him at an alarming rate he panicked, finding a conveniently placed door in front of him and running straight into it, forgetting to open it. After colliding with it for a few seconds he realised to turn the handle and the door magically opened. He shut it just in time to hear a thud from the dodo and Hatter colliding with the door. The Hare nervously began searching for an exit point but grinned madly when he spied the enlarging cake (is there an actual name for them anyways?) on the floor and a truly wicked idea formed in his nonexistent brain.

The Hatter had finally realised to get off the dodo and try and open the door, which proved successful even though he lost himself a pink fluffy steed. "Oh Haaaaare," The Hatter called as he looked around the odd room. He was about to leave without his prize when the scent of his tea flooded his nostrils and he turned, only to see a table, chair and his tea with a note attached to it saying:

'Dear Mad,

My honest apology for taking your tea... I didn't do anything to it and whatever you do... Do NOT eat the cake that looks oddly enough like an enlarging cake but actually isn't.

Lots of love

Hare'

Hatter looked down to see the cake which had been cut into a heart shape and he scoffed. Of course he would eat the cake, just to do what that March Hare said not to do. Of course before he was able to take a bite his friend the Dormouse jumped upon the table and screeched

"Don't do it! It's a trap" Hatter obviously not believing the Dormouse, laughed loudly.

"And you think that the March Hare has come up with a plot? A plan? A ruse? That he's conspiring and contriving to con me with his strategic schemes? Is this what you think Dormouse?" The Hatter bellowed, glaring suspiciously as the mouse nodded fearfully.

"Oh well in that case, you try some first" He laughed before shoving a piece of the cake into the mouse's mouth and then eating the rest of it himself.

"My word this is really good cake, essence of human fingers I see... A bit too pungent but still... But the eye of newt gives it the- wait a minute" The Hatter stopped in his tracks when he found the table shrinking before breaking under his weight completely.

"Oh look what you've done now you fool! Gone and made us big you have... I knew that Hare was up to no good but do you listen? Nooo-" The Dormouse was cut off when the Hatter's larger hand lifted the animal up and stuffed it in his pocket.

"I can't concentrate on concentrating with you so loud... Oh look, a hole" He said, changing the subject if only to step closer to the hole. The Hatter was about to peer inside when the whole room turned upsidedown and he found himself clinging to a pair of low hanging vines extending from the hole. He laughed madly,

"Oh my Dormouse, the room has turned upside down," He looked over to when his crushed chair was on the ceiling still unaffected by the pull of gravity. "Or maybe we have"

The Dormouse poked it's head out of Hatter's pocket and looked around in confusion. "What do we do now?"

"We can only go up" The Hatter laughed before beginning to climb the long tunnel.

After a short nap on a conveniently placed bed and a long climb later, the two eventually made it to the top, only to be in awe at the vast array of trees and bushes.

"What a place, where do you think we are?" The Hatter asked but only received a squeak in return. "Are you alright Dormouse?" He asked, poking it when it kept squeaking. He was about to shake the mouse when a voice permeated the grounds.

"Who are you?" Hatter looked up and saw an old woman with scraggly hair pointing to him.

"I am a Hatter" He said proudly.

"A Hatter?"

"Yes"

"What kind?"

"The kind that make hats"

"What kind of hats?"

"Any"

"Really?"

"Yes"

"So you could make a hat out of a vegetable?"

"An odd request but yes... It has been attempted"

"You're mad"

"Precisely"

"A Mad Hatter you are"

"And who might you be?"

"Me?"

"Yes you,"

"My name is Imogene. You look like a prince"

"Well Imogene, I am no prince I can assure you... I make hats for princes but not for myself and therefore I simply cannot be a prince." Not being able to question his logic she nodded in acceptance.

"Well if you don't mind I have to scream in confusion and fear now" She said, smiling,

"Oh no, go right ahead" He replied before watching her freak out as a crowd formed. The Hatter smiled, not knowing where he was or what was in store for him...

"And that was when I showed them the Fudderwupping and well... Here we are" The Hatter said, smiling and ignoring Alice's confusion so as to walk towards the party.

"Wait a minute, you didn't actually explain your story. You just went off in some sort of daze for about ten minutes and then told me you showed them the Fudderwupping. That doesn't make sense at all" Alice cried, running after him,

"Well HAD you been reading my mind you would have known" He said in a condescending tone.

"But we can't read minds in my world"

"Neither can we, so why would you bother?" The Hatter laughed before entering the clearing where every being now stood stock still, anticipating what was to happen next.

Hatter bowed lowly before righting himself and wearing a grin that could rival the Cheshire Cat's any day.

"Good morning everyone, I come in peas." He said softly, so as to not cause too much of a ruckus. He was about to mingle with the guests when one of them caught sight of the mouse and squealed madly, alerting the rest and sending them all into a panic. Alice sighed loudly and placed her hands on her forehead in an attempt to get rid of the headache that was forming. It could only get worse from here...


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