A/N

Oh, poor Gaz. Her worst nightmare is about to be realized XD.

Her mind was forced through a splash of time that twirled and whirled. Colors and sounds floated everywhere and she was falling, falling. Her body hit the ground, yet it took a moment for her spirit to catch up. When it did, she grinned to herself before opening her eyes. Zim may have left her with no other options before, but this time was to be different. She peeled her eyelids back and was startled to see that she was not alone.

"Dib?" she breathed, disbelieving. "Zim dragged you here, too?"

He blinked his confusion back and tilted his head. "Dib?" he questioned. "What is a Dib?"

She gasped when another Dib, a clone stepped forward. They both wore black and white striped shirts that reminded her of prison clothes. Brown overalls with red straps squeezing his shoulders completed the outfit.

Answering the first Dib's question, the other Dib answered, "I believe a Dib is one of those creatures with a wahogin blarf at the end of its tail."

"No, no," the other replied. "That is a Dorb."

"Oh, yeah." The second one nodded.

"Okay," Gaz said, backing away. "I don't know what's going on. I know the last time I was in Wonderland it wasn't a dream, but this time it must be! There is no way there are two Dibs!" Wonderland was now twisting into a nightmare. Two Dibs? What could be worse?

"Well I don't see why you keep calling us a Dib for," the first one chirped, "but my name is Tweedledee and he is Tweedledum."

"And contrary, I am Tweedledum and he is Tweedledee," Tweedledum pointed out.

"It does not matter what order they are in," Tweedledee scolded.

"Obviously it did since you made your name first!" the other retorted.

They collapsed to the ground as they rolled about, jabbing at the others head. Gaz tore a strip of branch off from a plant, a red fog dusting off, and jabbed them both in the sides. When she had their attention, she threw the limb down and folded her arms.

"Listen, I need to find Zim. He said—" She peered about and patted her back to find nothing "Where is my backpack?"

The twin Dibs shrugged innocently. "When you arrived, you were carrying nothing," they both said.

She moved her hair away as she kneeled over and scanned beneath a bed of mushrooms. Pulling leaves and roots away, she muttered, "This is just great. First I'm stuck in Wonderland with Dumb and Dumber—"

"Tweedledee and Tweedledum," they reminded her.

"—and now I can't even find my backpack." She threw her arms up at the sky and yelled, "Could you make this anymore difficult?"

"Who is she talking to?"Tweedledum whimpered, frightened that the girl had possibly gone mad.

"I haven't the slightest clue," Tweedledee hummed. "Ah! I bet she is trying to contact him!"

"Oh, yes! Of course!" his twin clapped.

"I was talking to Zim," Gaz said. She saw the blank, unknowing stare and frowned. "I mean the Mad Hatter."

"You are looking for the Hatter? We can take you to him!"

"Please do," she groaned. She certainly was not going anywhere else without Zim's help. So for the next hour she wandered Wonderland, the Tweedledibs leading the way. However she began to question their motives when they stopped, gazed about uncertainly, and appeared to sing a rhyme beneath their breath. When the chance arrived to question what they were doing, they stomped their feet jubilantly as though finding the answer they desired, and continued on their way, down another twisting road which looked less certain than the last. It was not until they arrived at a cliff, a fork in the road with a sign pointing either way that she stopped them.

"I appreciate you leading the way to the Hatter, but are you sure you know where you are going?"

They faced one another, shocked and guilty. At once, they broke down and tears filled their eyes. Grasping her feet, they pleaded, "Please, Alice, forgive us! We did not mean to lead you astray. We were quite certain of the way at first, but now—"

"My name is not Alice," she interrupted. "It's Gaz and are you saying we're lost?"

They nodded shamefacedly before pointing at the other. "It was his fault!"

"I guess Dib doesn't change even in Wonderland," she huffed. She sighed and gathered herself once more, trying her best to obtain and hold fast to her patience. "Do you know where we could get assistance from?"

"We could take you to him!" Tweedledum sang.

"That's who I am trying to get to right now, remember? I said I need to talk to the Mad Hatter to—"

"The Mad Hatter? Oh, silly girl! When we said you were trying to contact "him", we did not mean the Hatter. We were speaking of the Cheshire Dog!"

She paused. "The what?"

"Come! The Cheshire Dog can usually be found within the branches of Red Heart Forest!"

She was quite certain it was the Cheshire Cat, but took their word for it, no matter how ludicrous it had been so far.

She was led down a winding path that had staircases leading up and stairs leading back down. It protruded up in the air and then dipped back down into valleys. It was all very dizzying. When she took control of her head, she clutched the headache inevitable to come after the twirling journey. Just as they had said, Tweedledee and Tweedledum had brought her to a forest littered with towering trees and looping branches.

"The key is to look for him not," Tweedledee whispered.

"Look for him not?" Gaz asked.

He nodded. "If you look for him so, then he will never appear. But if you look for him not, then he will appear.

"Harmless logic," her sarcastic remark puffed.

But it would seem they were right as they stepped over uprooted limbs diving out of the ground and made their way through the forest until a faint cackle was heard. She turned and squinted to correct her vision for all she saw was a smile; a bright, grinning smile. It was not her vision though, and next came a pair of blinking eyes.

"Cheshire?" she wondered. A green dog appeared, the smile blinking at her with delight. "Gir?" It was Gir. I suppose when the Tweedles had spoken of the Cheshire Dog, they spoke correctly.

His tail wagged slowly, dreamily. "Has Alice lost her way?" he said distractedly. It would appear that he, too, was mad. But perhaps Gir had been mad all along.

"Yes," she admitted. "I would like to see Zim."

"Zim? I know not of a Zim in this realm."

She scoffed. "Fine. I need to see the Mad Hatter." It was going to take a while before she was acquainted to calling him such a name.

"If you wish to see the Hatter, first you must pass a test."

"What?" she exclaimed.

"You must travel to the Den of Woe, up the Mountain of Dreams and Cotton, and then through the Valley of Tickling Frogs. Only if you come back alive will you gain access to seeing the Hatter."

She was dumbfounded. It was not every day that one could leave Gaz speechless. The green dog chortled and swam off of the branch, floating through the air.

"I joke with you, Alice. None of this must you prevail. Come, I will bring you to the Hatter."

Gir spoke in clear, unfazed sentences. Was it possible that these were not the characters of her life but truly the characters of the story? It certainly seemed more logical than to think of Gir having reason to his thoughts.

She followed his drifting body while Tweedledee and Tweedledum waddled along closely. They stepped out of the forest and into a field, a plain stretching out. A table rested at the end of the path with broken plates and cups scattered across. Clocks were clattered about; some ticking, others not. In the seat at the very end, beneath the brim of a very large hat, eyes twinkled amusingly.

"My dear Alice," Zim hummed. "I had feared for but a moment that you would not show. Come. Would you care to join me for a spot of tea?"

A/N

What is a worse nightmare than two Dibs? Poor Gaz. And she thought it was hard dealing with just one ^-^

Oh Zim. Gaz probably has a love hate relationship with him right now, what for the tugging and pulling her about. But she may grow to like him (wink wink, nudge, nudge) XD

Hope you liked it! Chapter 9 will be up soon and boy is Gaz in for a real loop in the story ;D