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"This (bleep)ing place is getting weirder and weirder by the second," Dean said.
The Winchesters were now walking through a dark jungle. There were weird arrow signs with weird sayings pointing where to go. This made both boys confused. Then, they heard a smooth and creepy voice singing a riddle.
"'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe.
All mimsy with the borogoves
And the momeraths outgrabe."
"What was that?" Sam asked.
'That' appeared to be a pink striped cat, smiling creepily at the brothers. "Oh, it's just a cat," Dean said.
The cat appeared in front of them as if in thin air. "The Cheshire Cat."
"We need to know where to go," Sam told the cat. "And please quit disappearing and reappearing. It's really annoying. And no singing either."
The cat thought for a bit. "If I were looking for a way through this jungle, which I rarely even do-my favorite colors being plum, puce, heliotrope, and livid. You should ask the Mad Hatter."
"Son of a (bleep)," Dean complained, "not another mad person."
The cat continued. "Or you can ask the March Hare. He's mad, too. But you can't help any of it. Most people are mad here." This provoked groans from the brothers. "I'm not all there myself." And he started chanting his riddle again as he vanished into thin air.
"Good riddance," Dean said, as he just remembered that he was allergic to cats. And he let out a big sneeze.
"Gesundheit," Sam said.
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As they made it through the jungle, they heard more singing.
"A very merry unbirthday to us…
If there are no objections, let us blow the candles out.
A very merry unbirthday…
A very merry unbirthday…
A very merry unbirthday to us!"
The boys walked to what appeared to be a long table with several teapots, creamers, cakes and pastries. However, there were only a few teacups. At the end of the table looked to be a man wearing funny clothes and a top hat. And on one side of the table was a gray hare also wearing weird clothes. These must be the Mad Hatter and the March Hare, respectively.
"What kind of a tea party is this?" Dean asked.
"That was a neat song," Sam complemented to the Hare and the Hatter. "Mind if we sit down?
But the Hatter yelled, "No room! No room!"
The Hare was also saying, "Sorry. All filled up."
"But this is a long table," Sam said. "There must be plenty of room here."
The Hare still protested. "But it's very rude to sit down without being uninvited."
A teapot opened and a dormouse peeked her head out. "Very, very rude, indeed," she said.
"Hey!" Dean yelled. "If there is no more room, then how come that mouse is here?"
Sam was still trying to be gentle. "We don't mean to be rude or anything. We just enjoyed your singing and…"
"Wait, you liked our singing?" the Hatter asked. "Well then, you must have a cup of tea!"
"So who's birthday are you celebrating?" Dean asked
"No, this is not a birthday party," the Hatter said. "It's an unbirthday party! What is an unbirthday, you may ask? Well, we all each have only one birthday a year. This means we also each have 364 unbirthdays!"
"Well, then today's our unbirthday too," Sam said.
So the Winchesters, the Hare, the Hatter, and the dormouse had some hot tea and celebrated unbirthdays. The dormouse even sang something to the tune of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.
"Twinkle, twinkle little bat,
How I wonder where you're at.
Up above the world you fly
Like a tea-tray in the sky."
"So, how did you come here?" the Hatter asked.
The brothers told their story of how they first found the white rabbit outside their bunker and followed it. They told them about them falling down a rabbit hole, and Dean crying after he had gotten so big. They explained their boring encounter with the Tweedles and Sam growing at the rabbit's house after eating that cookie, and also the aftermath with the mushroom. And they talked about their experience with the Cheshire Cat.
The, the cat showed up again, chanting his riddle again.
"Will you stop that!" Dean complained. "That riddle is getting on my nerves."
That gave the Hatter an idea. "Why is a raven like a writing desk?"
"What kind of a riddle is that?" Dean asked.
But Sam thought, Actually, a raven is not like a writing desk at all.
With that, both boys thought they had enough, and they now want to go back to the bunker, but the cat had some advice.
"As you see, all these pathways are the queen's. She'll be mad if you take them."
"Fine by us, "Dean said." We've met a lot of mad people."
So the cat lead them to this gate leading to a red castle. There they spotted the Queen of Hearts. The white rabbit had just announced her and the king. The queen immediately spotted the boys.
"And who are you?" she asked them both.
"Geez, what a grumpy-looking queen," Dean whispered.
"WHAT WAS THAT?!" the queen yelled.
"Sorry, your Majesty," Sam said as he bowed. "We just need to find our way home. But we understand that all ways here are your ways. But we just need to ask…"
But the queen interrupted. "I'll ask the questions." Then, she had an idea. "Do you play croquet?"
"We might as well," Dean said.
"Let the game begin!" the queen announced.
The croquet showdown between the Winchesters and the queen was about to begin.
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This turned out to be a shorter chapter than before. But I was in a hurry for something. That doesn't matter. If you want to review me, please do.