The five had gotten back to the van in hardly any time whatsoever, and nobody, save Alice, was at all shocked that the twins had just vanished.
"Where did they go!" she said in frustration.
"The question is where we should go," grumbled Marchy. "And stop being so frustrated and whiny or I might kill you with a spoon. And yes, it's possible," he interrupted as Alice began to say 'you'.
"Maybe we should just go back home for a while before going after anyone. We can't stay out too long, or someone'll turn us in," said Hatter, glaring at Dormy as he spoke.
"OI!" said Dormy.
"Stop fighting," growled Jack. There was no doubt that Jack was probably the most stressed and nervous, because he usually got to stay at home. "Just take us home, alright, Marchy?"
"Yeah, and when we get there, I want you four to tell me why you're on the wanted list, alright? Or I will turn you in myself."
"Fine," said Marchy.
They were all seated in various places in Marchy's room (this room being the cleanest).
"Alright, Marchy first," said Alice.
"I helped Hatter out of jail at least twenty times, if not more."
"Hatter?"
"I almost killed Dormy for turning me in after I helped hi-jack the Checkerboard Express."
"Dormy?"
"A lot of helping with stuff, like stealing and breaking things that the queen likes."
"He was our cleaning boy, I got the boot around the time he did," said Jack.
"And what did you do?"
"I, being the best son ever, stole most of the tarts my mom had made, slapped my fiancée Duchess because she was trying to take away all of my computers, killed the hamster, don't worry he couldn't talk, and covered mom in tar and chicken feathers all in one day. Then there were other things, like hanging around with these guys."
"Very nice."
"Why, thank you."