Chapter number five, and I hope you all like it. Even though I can't tell because nobody is reviewing. But I'm calm now and I have a good feeling about things. I don't care much about reviews, as long the hits are good.

Rei-chan: You're in denial you know.

Pit: Complete denial.

Dragon: Shut up, you're tiny!

Pit: Hey, that's not nice.

Dragon: I know, now I'm going to do this no matter what the readers say. (Or don't say) Rei-chan, you do the disclaimer.

Rei-chan: We don't own anything involving Alice in wonderland of super smash brothers, and the whole thing is really silly. I mean what makes you think that we would own it? We are the least likely to…

Dragon: We get the idea! Oh, underlined words mean songs and poetry.

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Chapter five: Major caterpillar, major pain.

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Pit walked around staring at the now giant blades of grass towering over him. He sighed as he walked over a dead looking leaf.

"Being small sure gives people bad neck strain. I have to keep looking up." He muttered,

He ducked under some ferns and popped up into a pretty looking shaded area. Pit looked around and was surprised to see a purple caterpillar sitting atop a large mushroom. He had his arms crossed as he smoked a pipe of some kind. The smoke making a multi-colored trail around him,

'A hookah.' Pit thought as he glanced at the pipe.

He shyly approached the caterpillar and opened his mouth to speak. He shut it at first, not wanting to talk to anyone. And then he figured that it was an insect of some kind and he had talked to birds sometimes. So he plucked up the courage to do what he planned on doing.

"Excuse me." He piped out, "Who do I have the pleasure of addressing?"

The caterpillar looked straight ahead, unmoving and Pit thought he didn't hear him until he removed the hookah from his mouth and spouted out.

"Major Mewtwo Caterpillar, ribbon and bark. Always in the open air am I. As a true Nintendo persona, what?"

He blinked and stared at the angel standing in front of him. He looked really out of it.

'Must be the hookah.' Pit thought to himself. The caterpillar blinked again,

"Who are you?" he asked, Pit looked at the ground, unsure of himself as the caterpillar stared him down,

"I'm not really sure." He admitted,

Mewtwo frowned, "If you don't know, then I don't." He said flatly and puffed on the hookah. (That's a funny word.)

"Well, I would say who I was." Pit said, trying to figure it out for the both of them. "I knew who I was this morning, but I think I've been changed several times since then."

"Explain yourself of you'll find yourself on a charge." Mewtwo burst out.

Pit drew back and would have started to stutter if not for the assurance that the caterpillar would not attack him while he was mostly defenseless. "Well, I can't explain myself, because I'm not myself you see."

"No, I don't see." Mewtwo interrupted.

Pit ignored him, "Usually someone stays the way they are size-wise, but I've been so many different sizes in one day it's very confusing."

"Why?" Mewtwo asked, taking another puff. Pit sighed,

"Well, if you were to change into a butterfly, you might find it strange wouldn't you?"

Mewtwo looked up and gave Pit an odd look. "Not a bit. Nothing strange to me."

"Could you not talk like that?"

"Like what?"

Pit shifted his gaze, "In short sentences, it makes me nervous."

Mewtwo blinked and mumbled something, Pit continued,

"All I'm saying is that it's disturbing. I can't keep my size the same for ten minutes together. And I can't remember things as well as I used to."

Mewtwo glanced at him, "That's a bad shape to be in. I'd try to keep on it if I were you. What kind of things can't you remember?" He asked,

"Songs and poems, I suppose." Came the reply.

Mewtwo looked surprised, "That's worse than the flu." He muttered, "Recite 'you are old, father William' for me." He said suddenly, startling the angel sitting nearby, "Stand up boy, you can't sing or recite without standing up."

"But that's the thing. I don't want to." Pit cried, standing up.

Mewtwo ignored his complaint, "No, no elbows are wrong. Tuck them in! Now try and keep in tune." He put the hookah in his mouth and motioned for him to recite. Pit gave up his protests and took a deep breath.

"'You are old, father William' the young man said,

'And your hair has become very white.

And as you incessantly stand on your head,

Do you think at your age this is right?'"

Pit inhaled for the second verse, the caterpillar stared ahead with an odd expression,

"'In my youth,' father William replied to his son,

'I feared it might injure the brain.

But now that I'm perfectly sure I have none,

I'll do it again and again'. Well?"

Pit looked up at the caterpillar as it stared into space and looked even more out of it than before. He finally turned to the young angel.

"I don't know if you were trying to do what you did, but you missed several verses. Only two were recited and they were inaccurate."

Pit glanced at his shoes, "Some of the words were altered a bit."

"Young man, it was wrong from beginning to end. And you can't get more wrong than that." Mewtwo chastised,

Pit looked downcast. "I'm afraid that's always what happens when I try I perform in front of people."

Mewtwo looked at him in a kinder light, "You mustn't be afraid, that's worse than not remembering." Pit was silent; Mewtwo yelled out, "What size do you want to be? Speak up."

"It doesn't matter as long as I'm not changing. You know?" Pit replied,

"No I don't know." Mewtwo scoffed.

"There you go again with your short sentences." Pit cried, turning away from him,

"There you go losing your nerve." Mewtwo retorted, "It's against the queen's regulations. Do you like your size right now?" He asked,

"I'd like to be a little taller." Pit admitted, "Three inches is a terrible height to be."

Mewtwo looked angry, "Terrible? Get real!" He suddenly changed into a brightly colored butterfly. He spoke out majestically,

"One side will make you taller. The other side will make you shorter."

"One side of what?" Pit asked, turning around and noticing the caterpillar's change for the first time. He was in awe at it,

"The mushroom." The newly changed butterfly said, indicating the one he was sitting on, "That's what it's there for you see. Everything has a purpose, even here."

"Thank you Mewtwo." Pit said.

The butterfly laughed, crossed his arms and turned into a hundred smaller blue butterflies, fluttering around Pit until they were all gone. Pit heard a voice call out once more, it was singing,

"One side makes you larger and one makes you small,

And the ones that mother gives you don't do anything at all.

Ask the angel, when he's ten feet tall."

When the butterflies and the singing voice were gone, Pit looked at the mushroom and climbed up on it, he pulled out a piece from each side.

"One side makes me taller. And the other side makes me shorter." He mumbled out loud, "So which one is which?"

He shrugged and took a small bite out of one. He was happy to find himself growing again. He was soon his regular size.

"Thank goodness." He said, "I think I'll keep these. They may come in handy later." He pocketed the pieces of mushroom while viewing his surroundings

He was a tad confused, instead of the library he was on the edge of a small field. He recalled what happened in the sewer, and told himself to just get used to that. He looked around again and saw a pretty blue house.

"That looks respectable." He said out loud. "Maybe they can give me directions to that garden I saw earlier." He smiled and walked over to the garden.

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Okay, now that Pit is the right size. I'm going to wait here.

Pit: I'm normal sized, YAY!

Rei-chan: And please tell us what you think.

Dragon: I love you just for reading! So please wait for the next one. It shouldn't take too long to type up.