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Lennon's Wonderland 7

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                John walked with Cheshire out of the house and down the road, listening to the cat-like man babble about this and that endlessly. Cheshire would wander about the path as they walked and flip around to walk on his hands without warning. He began walking backwards part of the way and only turned back around when John threatened to trip him.

                "You know, Hatter didn't think you'd make it this far. Sometimes he likes Alice, sometimes he doesn't. You're the first one he's been unsure of in a long time." Cheshire said, doing a cartwheel as he spoke.

                "Sounds a bit pompous to me," John remarked, "Have you had to much sugar or something? Why can't you walk straight?"

                Cheshire tripped up on the next turn of his cartwheel and landed on his butt in the dust. He grimaced at the pain but then grinned and rolled along the ground.

                "Don't do that!" John cried, "You'll trip me up."

                "Is it really that hard for you to walk?" Cheshire asked as he somehow fluidly flipped to his feet, "Must be quite a task for you."

                "Hush." John snapped, brandishing a fist and Cheshire nodded, miming locking his lips and then pretending to zip them closed. As his fingers passed over them, his lips disapeared leaving behind unbroken pale skin.

                "Woah!" John exclaimed, "How did you do that?"

                The Cheshire shrugged, mumbling through his sealed mouth, but with a look from John quickly decided to make his mouth reappear and grinned widely.

                "I'm a Cheshire Cat! Of course I can do whatever I want!" He exclaimed and John rolled his eyes.

                "You're nothing like George." He said, "You're much crazier."

                "Or maybe George is nothing like me, and he's much boring-er... is that a word? Boring-er? Should be one... We can put his picture under it in the dictionary! Wouldn't that be fun?" Cheshire laughed and skipped alongside John. John rolled his eyes and continued walking, soon they came to a fork in the road, and the signs bolted to the trees made him realize they'd come back the way he'd walked. This was where he'd met the Caterpillar, and at Cheshire's insistence they started down the path he'd said not to travel.

                "So... are you friends with the Mad Hatter?" John asked.

                "On a good day," Cheshire grinned, "On a bad day only a Bandersnatch would like him."

                "A Bander... snatch?"

                "Yep! Wish I'd suggested that." Cheshire grinned, walking on his hands again, "Hey do you think we're there yet? I'm getting tired."

                "Of course you are! With all the gymnastics you're doing!"

                "Oh yeah..."

                "So anyway," John coughed, "What's the Mad Hatter like?"

                "Utterly mad."

                "I assumed so... But anything else?"

                "He's a pompous pretty boy." Cheshire stated flatly, "Only the March Hare can take so much of him. And even then..."

                "What's he like?"

                Cheshire's eyes sparkled hungrily and he rubbed his hands together, "He's the best rabbit in the world!" He cackled, "Always giving treats and pets! I only really leave when I get sick of the Hatter's antics..." He looked at John excitedly, "Let's hurry up! You're much to slow!"

                "I take as much time as any person," John argued.

                "Right," Cheshire nodded, "And I'm not a person! Honestly, the first one didn't need me to hold her hand... why do you?"

                "You volunteered to come with me!"

                "Quiet! We're here!" Cheshire snapped, smacking John on the shoulder before running towards a large hedge fence connected to a small yellow house.

                "Alright..." John shrugged, following at a jog behind Cheshire, who stopped before the gate and knocked twice on it with his knuckles. Then he unlocked it and swung the white gate open, grinning wide with excitement.

                "Hello!" He called, running towards a long table set up in a large backyard. John was amazed how it looked so small from the inside. Lights hung lit across the branches of tall trees and at the head of the table sat a large plum chair, around it several other kinds of chairs ranging from lawn chairs to toilets. A few dining chairs and a love seat sat towards the other end of the table, which was piled high with food and different place setting for someone to attend the party.

               Cheshire ran right towards the head, where, seated two chairs down sat a rather short man with long brown floppy rabbit ears. Cheshire collapsed on top of him from behind and the man jumped in surprise. However he grinned when he looked up, reaching out to grab a tea cake and give it to Cheshire.

               "Took you long enough," He said in a thick Liverpool accent, "We've been waiting ages!"

               "Have you?" Cheshire grinned, seating himself and leaning back, nibbling at his cake. John shrugged and sat down beside the cat, who looked at John wide eyed as the man with rabbit ears set down his cup in shock.

              "What?" John frowned, looking between them.

              "You haven't been invited yet," Cheshire muttered, "It's rude. Stand up quick before he notices!"

              "I think Peter Cottontail already noticed-"

              "Don't you know it's rude to sit at a table uninvited?" A voice drawled from behind John. Looking behind, John noticed there was a top hat sitting behind a large stack of tea pots, all filled and steaming with tea. "Who taught you manners?"

              John leaned back in his chair to see past the pyramid of tea pots. Behind them, in the large plum chair, sat Paul McCartney wearing an expensive top hat and deep purple suit. He was suspending a pocket watch over his tea cup, swinging it back and forth on the gold chain and looking rather bored.

              "I don't care if you're Alice, they always do this! Why has no one taught you a lick of manners yet?" He grumbled, sitting up straight and fixing his black tie.

             "So you're the new Alice?" Ringo Starr, or the March Hare, asked as he handed Cheshire another cake.

            "So there have been others?" John asked, nodding.

             "Yep, come through every once in a while. Sometimes they stop in, sometimes they don't. Those are the rude ones, aren't they Hatter?"

            "Indeed," The Hatter groaned, sipping his tea.

            "So fellas, do you change your faces every time or something? Look like people they know?"

            "Why would we do that?" the March Hare frowned, handing yet another cake to the appreciative Cheshire.

            "Well, you look like me mates back home. Yet you don't act like them, and you claim to not be them."

            "He kept callin' me George." Cheshire added through a mouthful of frosting, "He sounds rather boring if you ask me. Mistook the Duchess fer his wife-you should have seen how mad he got when he saw me there!"

            "We'd all get mad if we saw you with the Duchess Chess." The March Hare grinned, "Pretty thing isn't she Alice?"

            "Me names John, not Alice."

            "That's what the last Alice said," the Mad Hatter drawled, "That one got beheaded by the Queen."

            "Such a dreadful sight," The March Hare sighed, "Hey Hatter, that was the day she punished you isn't it?"

            "Yep," The Mad Hatter snapped, "And look at me now, stuck drinking tea..."

            "Queen of Hearts froze him in time," Cheshire explained through frosting-coated whispers to John, "They had a fight or something."

            "It wasn't even my fault!" the Hatter added, "I didn't know she'd already heard that story! I was just trying to cheer her up!"

            "The Queen of Hearts can freeze time?" John asked.

            "Her dad is Father Time." The March Hare shrugged, "Anyway, don't know why he's grumbling, he's not actually stuck here. He could go to the game if he wanted to-and should do!"

            "No way!" The Hatter argued, "No way am I gonna go crawling back to that pompous, mean, snivelly... pretty, bubbly little red head in a skirt..." He sighed dreamily and then groaned in frustration, "It's not fair!"

            "You know she'll forgive you if you just suck it up and go you know." Cheshire counseled as he reached for another cake. The March Hare pulled them from his reach and Cheshire frowned.

            "You'll get sick."

            "No I wont!"

           "You'll puke allover the Queen's roses-again! She blamed the Hatter for that one too you know," He said, turning to John, "Punished him by making him drink coffee instead of tea for a week. I don't know why he stays with her, that Duchess of Spades would be a much nicer girl for him."

            "You said that about the Duchess of Clover too," The Hatter said, "And the Duchess that Alice here likes, and the Cook-"

            "I was joking on that one!" The March Hare argued, "I know how much she hates you!"

            "And just for not eating a rose tart once..." The Hatter grumbled, "Can I help it if I'm picky!?" He groaned and buried his head in his arms before shooting into a sitting position and staring intensely ahead.

            "Is he alright?" John asked through a mouthful of cake.

           "Told you he was mad." Cheshire shrugged, not paying attention.

           "He does this sometimes," The March Hare said, "Don't pay to much attention to it."

           "You." The Mad Hatter said, pointing at John and standing gracefully, "You." He repeated.

           "Me?" John raised an eyebrow as the Hatter neared, leaning awkwardly close to John's face.

           The Hatter studied him for a moment or two before spinning around and walking away, shrugging with his arms in the air, "Stay away from Art Hall's and Dentists in the future."

           "I like art..." John muttered as argument but the Hatter merely began walking around the table.

           "Oh Chess you've ate nearly all the cakes," he complained and Cheshire merely shrugged.

           "They were good." He said, eating another.

           "March control your cat!" the Hatter whined.

           "He's not mine! He's Alice's!"

           "Is not!" John cried, "He belongs to Cyn!"

           "Is that yer wife's name?" The Hatter asked, suddenly incredibly interested as he sat down across from John, "Cyn?"

           "Cynthia."

           "Blonde?"

           "Yeah..."

           "I'd love to see a blonde Alice again... they're usually the nicest." the March Hare remarked before turning to Cheshire and snatching the cake away, "That's enough of that Chess." Cheshire grumbled and flopped across the March Hare's lap, the rabbit man rolling his eyes and beginning to pet George's hair.

            "Do you have a baby too?" Cheshire asked, a low purring sound coming from his throat and his tail dancing behind him as the March Hare stroked his hair.

            "Yep, the Duchess' kid was his age-looked like him too." John nodded.

            The Hatter snorted, "Does he... you know?"

            "What?" John frowned.

            The Hatter looked left and right, then leaned forward to whisper in John's ear, "Turn into a pig?"

            "What?" John frowned, looking shocked.

            "Guess you caught him on a good day," The Hatter grinned, "When that kid gets upset he turns into a pig and tries to tear up the house. It's all the Duchess can do to control him sometimes." He laughed, "I remember this one time-"

            "Gossiping's rude!" Cheshire called obnoxiously.

            "Never mind," The Hatter grumbled, "Forgot her cat is laying allover me best friend."

            John found that last statement to sting just a little bit. Paul was supposed to be his best friend. George was Ringo's best friend, that was the proper order right? Then he had to remind himself these weren't his mates back home, they were some weird version of them. One's without a proper Lennon in their lives...

            "So anyway," The Hatter sighed, checking his watch, "It is still Six o'clock, so I have no idea what time it really is. Suppose we should be on our way though, we'll be late no matter what at this rate."

           "And after Duchie told me not to be late..." The Cheshire grumbled tiredly, eyes half-closed.

           "You want me to carry you?" The March Hare asked and John blinked and there sitting in the place of the Cheshire cat was a black-grayish cat, snuggled perfectly into the Hare's arms.

           "Well then," The Hatter grinned, slipping an arm through John's and leading him out the gate, "Let's go to a croquet match!"

Is anyone really surprised Paulie's the Mad Hatter?PRETTY PURPLE LILLY Mad Hatter "Tea Time" winky icon for DA 

And therefore, in the effort of keeping the lads somewhat together, Ringo ends up as the March HareMarch Hare Tea Emoticon !Rabbit with a Carrot Emote for Beatles fans winky icon for DA 

I really like how they ended up having that whole "Friend Vibe", didn't plan that at all...

Anyway, I bet everyone already guessed who the Queen of Hearts is!Queen of Hearts 

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Wait, is the Duches's cook Yoko?