Alice looked at the Hatter, closely. She along with the dorm mouse and the Tweedle Brothers were inside the Hatter's shack. They heard him wailing inside his shoe shaped smug shack just when they had arrived outside for tea.

"So what is wrong, again?" she asked, trying not to giggle. She didn't seem to understand the fuss.

"Absolutely nothing!" wailed the Hatter. He had begun to sob and had emptied three rolls of blotting leaf. He coughed a little in the middle before resuming with the sobs.

"How is that a bad thing?" Alice protested.

"Oh no, it is a bad thing!" alleged Tweedledum.

"Oh, yes. Oh, yes. It's bad indeed," followed Tweedledee.

The Dorm Mouse stood at the back of the room next to the mirror, grimly. With his head down, he looked like a fallen hero anticipating his next move to become a legend. It was all a very dramatic setting. Alice again stifled a giggle.

"Alice! Don't you realize? Take a look around you," started the Hatter again, "This place is in order! It never was so anti-chaotic!"

"Positively non-chaotic," Tweedledum said.

"Always in chaos! Exactly," piped Tweedledee.

"Actually," assumed Alice, "I've never been in here before. Must say, you've got a beautiful place here, Hatter."

Hearing this, the Hatter flung his hands into the air. It was too much for him to take. Truly, Alice had never entered his shoe-shaped smug shack before. But that doesn't mean she could take everything he says to be a fib.

"What is wrong with you, Alice!" wailed the Hatter again, "Have you lost your muchiness? Have you?"

"Yeah, Alice," said Tweedledum, "Have you?"

"I think you have, Alice," Tweedledee said, "Have you?"

The Hatter had suddenly stopped sobbing and along with the Tweedle brothers stared hard at Alice.

"Guys!" Alice shot out, "Nothing is wrong with me! I'm just having a hard time believing Hatter. I mean, he's been mad for so long…maybe…maybe his body got tired of being that mundane for so long."

"That's a theory," said a Tweedle brother while the other said, "Definitely, true."

"That's blatantly outrageous," countered Hatter.

"Prove it to me then, Hatter."

"Alright…What is that that grows bigger when you take more from it, although filled with nothing?"

Alice thought for a moment.

"Oh, dear God! I know the answer to it!" she screamed with terror, "You've never asked me something so twisted yet so easy!"

"Precisely," Hatter said, little calmly.

"What's the answer?" piped the Tweedle two together.

The Hatter ignored the two jug-heads and continued, "I have more proof. Have you noticed my hair?"

Alice looked up at Hatter's hair and her jaw dropped. Indeed, the matter at hand was serious. Hatter's hair which usually was a bright and flaming orange had started to pale. The ends had begun to grow as dark as the raven.

She now realized the reason behind the shattered mirror.

She looked next to Hatter's eyes. "Oh dear Almighty! Hatter, this is terrible. Your eyes! They have starting to grow green. And your tears…they…they have an orange tinge. Hatter, colors are escaping out of your face. I dare say, you're becoming yourself again."

"Now, she sees! Very good," said the Hatter.

"Yes, yes, she saw the problem," Tweedledum said.

"What is the problem? And the answer to it?" Tweedledee confusingly added.

"Alice…," sobbed the Hatter, "I don't like this at all. You got to help me. Please, I cannot live like this in regularity. It is too normal"

Alice nodded shortly. She went forward and gave the Hatter a hug.

He whispered to her, "The Mad Hatter wants to be mad again! I want to laugh at the street each time it twists. I want to feel the wind rise and fill my ear…so that it reminds me of the sea. Now all I hear are the birds chirping. Ludicrous!"

"We'll do all we can to make you mad again, Hatter. I promise," soothingly said Alice.

They huddled around and started to think for three and a half-minute which was very long time in wonderland. The dorm mouse was still at the back, brooding.

The Hatter, with the little madness left in him, picked his walking stick and poked the Dorm Mouse in the ribs. The poor mouse lost his balance and fell sideways like an uprooted tree. He only realized what had happened when he was well on the floor.

"Hey watch it, crazy face!" shouted the Mouse.

Alice protested, "Dorm Mouse! You mustn't fall asleep when you're here to help someone! That's very rude!"

"I wasn't sleeping, girl!" backed the Mouse, "Was following every word of the conversation until that riddle came up."

"Gee, dorm mouse," Alice said, "You look tired. Are you doing alright?"

"Haven't had a wink of sleep for the last two nights," said the Mouse robustly, "Something awful is happening in wonderland. The White Queen is suffering from white spots on her index finger since yesterday. Not just her, many such instances like the one happened to not-so-mad-Hatter are doing rounds."

"Maybe they're all related," excitedly said Tweedledum.

"Yes, yes! Everything must have a common root!" said his brother.

"Thank you for connecting the dots, pig brothers," said the Hatter, rolling his eyes.

Alice shook her head with a troubled expression. She stood up and walked up to the only window in the shoe shaped smug shack. It was a triangle window with a frame that looked like orange jelly. Looking outside she exhaled a long breath.

"If Wonderland is in trouble, then it's my duty to help it get rid of it. Even if it takes all of my muchiness to do so!" said Alice determinedly.

A/N: All this madness is indeed grueling. Please review it and let me know. It cannot suck too much, can it? :)