{Y/n's POV}
Alex and I had reached a rather dark forest, not like the place where we met the tweedles. "I wonder which way we ought to go, Alex.." I pondered, as we looked at the hundreds of signs. They all pointed in different directions. But then we immediately stopped, as soon as we heard a male singing.

"♪ Twas brillig, and the slithy toves,
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the momeraths outgrabe ♪"

The singing voice was rather echoey. Like, it could've come from anywhere. "Now where in the world do you suppose that-" Alex questioned.

"Lose something?"

The peculiar voice sounded like it came from behind Alex and myself. "Oh!" I said, startled. We turned around, but there was nobody behind us.

"Hehe, w-we-we were- no, no, I-I-I-I mean, we uhh.. we were just wondering-" I tried to explain, but the anonymous voice made me feel just a little bit nervous. After all, most of the people Alex and I had met so far hadn't exactly been very friendly to us. "Oh, that's quite all right!" The voice chuckled.

I glanced up at a tall tree, where the voice came from. I could only see a set of gleaming, white teeth. "Oh, hmm.. one moment please." The voice told Alex and I, before a pair of bright yellow eyes appeared above the teeth. Then, the teeth made funny sounds. Almost exactly like a harmonica. "Oh! Second chorus.." The voice informed us.

"♪ Twas brillig, and the slithy toves,
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe ♪"

As the voice sang to Alex and I, we discovered it belonged to a pink and purple striped cat. "Why, you're a cat!" Alex identified, delighted. I prefer dogs myself, but had the sense not to say so aloud.

"A Cheshire cat." The cat corrected, then greeted us by lifting his ears off of his head with his tail, like a hat. Then, he began to disappear as he sung.

"♪ All mimsy were the borogoves ♪"

"Oh, wait! Please don't go." Alex told the Cheshire cat. "Very well. Third chorus-" He began.

"Oh, no.. thank you. B-But I just wanted to ask you which way we ought to go," said Alex, gesturing to himself and I. "Well, that depends on where you both want to get to." The Cheshire cat replied.

"Oh, it really doesn't matter. As long as we-" I replied. "Then it really doesn't matter which way you go!" The Cheshire cat told me, then disappeared. Alex and I glanced down to see the cat's paw prints circle around us, as he sang again.

"Oh, byyy the way.." I heard the Cheshire cat say. I glanced up at the tree behind Alex and I, to see him standing on the branch. He stood on his two hind legs, as his right elbow leaned against the tree.

"..if you'd really like to know," said the Cheshire cat, before he pointed to the left, "he went that way."

"Who did?" Alex asked, with a confused expression. "The white rabbit." The Cheshire cat answered.

"He did?" Alex and I simultaneously asked, delighted. "He did what?" The Cheshire cat asked.

"He went that way." I repeated, then pointed left. "Who did?" The Cheshire cat asked, much to my confusion. "The white rabbit!" Alex answered.

"What rabbit?" The Cheshire cat questioned. "But didn't you just say- oh, nevermind." I sighed.

"Can you stand on your head?" The Cheshire cat asked, then showed Alex and I that he could. Alex scoffed, annoyed by all that we had been through.

"However, if I were looking for a white rabbit, I'd ask the Mad Hatter." The Cheshire cat advised, pointing to a sign that read 'Mad Hatter'.

"Mad Hatter? I.. I-I do- I don't know if-" I said, uneasily. "Or, there's the March Hare. In that direction." The Cheshire cat assured me, then pointed at another sign in the opposite direction.

Alex sighed, in relief. "Oh, thank you. I think we shall go visit him, instead." He said. I nodded. "Of course, he's mad too." The Cheshire cat revealed.

Alex frowned. "But I don't want Y/n and I to go among mad people!" He protested. "Oh, you can't help that. Most everyone's mad here." The Cheshire cat told us, then laughed. "You may have noticed that I'm not all there, myself." He added, before he disappeared and reappeared into song.

(Cheshire Cat): "♪ My head begins to jingle,
Most ev'ry time I nod, 'cause obviously,
Quite obviously, I'm odd ♪"

The Cheshire cat took Alex and I by surprise, as he stopped standing on his head, nodded it around, jiggled it around and revelled in his unique ways.

First, he appeared on Alex's shoulder, then mine, before just his head appeared in Alex's hands. The Cheshire cat smiled his signature smile, and Alex smiled back at the peculiar cat. Amused by the pink and purple striped cat's antics, I also smiled a little.

(Cheshire Cat): "♪ Each Christmas
I go fishing, to catch a Christmas cod,
'Cause obviously, quite obviously, I'm odd ♪"

Alex and I immediately turned around, when we heard the Cheshire cat behind us. We saw him sat by a pond, with a wooden fishing pole in his hand.

The Cheshire cat had a festive hat on his head, and his hind legs were crossed comfortably, as he caught a blue cod and slipped it into his mouth. I giggled in amusement, while the cat licked his lips.

(Cheshire Cat): "♪ When I was just a kitten,
They said I'd be a gem,
But now that I'm a Cheshire cat,
It's odd how odd I am ♪"

The Cheshire cat suddenly appeared back on the tree branch, which made Alex and I glance back up at him. He shuffled on the branch, on his hind legs, before he made his eyes look like green and blue gems. When they returned to their round yellow selves, he lowered down from the tree and disappeared once more. Alex and I weren't worried for him - the Cheshire cat seemed to be used to it.

(Cheshire Cat): "♪ I own a feather pillow,

When the Cheshire cat reappeared, a big fluffy pillow was just sitting on the grass behind us. With his paws resting comfortably behind his head, the Cheshire cat gently floated himself down towards the ground and rested his head on the pillow.

Alex and I enjoyed the Cheshire cat's company. Sure, he was a peculiar cat but almost everybody else we met were. Besides, at least he was kind to Alex and I.. and wonderfully entertaining too!

A wonderful musical instrumental was promptly heard presumably by both Alex and myself, as the Cheshire cat stood on the tree branch and waved his paws around, as if he was an expert conductor.

I turned around and quietly gasped at the sight of various animals that made wonderful music. Some of them had purple bodies, duck feet and a musical horn for a head. They sounded like trumpets, or tubas. There were also drum frogs, toad cymbals and birds with pencil heads that pecked at a variety of multicoloured stepping stones, like a piano.

It was such a jovial performance. Almost as splendid as the beautiful melodies performed by the flowers. But, most of those flowers were not very nice. Anyway, I was absolutely adored by the Cheshire cat and his wonderful skills. Judging by the grin on Alex's face, he was also having fun!

(Cheshire Cat): "♪ When I was just a kitten,
They said I'd be a gem
But now that I'm a Cheshire cat,
It's odd how odd I am ♪"

Once the instrumental ended, the Cheshire cat appeared in between Alex and myself. The other animals had left, as the pink and purple cat showed us a photograph of himself as a small kitten.

Then, my eyes widened at the sight of the kitten on the photograph dancing. Before I had time to process it, the photograph vanished and the Cheshire cat was back on the tree branch again.

(Cheshire Cat): "♪ Most cats have
Handsome whiskers, but me, I've got a beard,
'Cause obviously, quite obviously, I'm weird ♪"

As Alex and I glanced up at the Cheshire cat in the tree, he showed off his small whiskers, before the stripes on his back began to disappear.

Alex and I watched, as the pink and purple striped feline slowly proceeded to vanish from view.

All that remained was his face.

His nose blinked various colours, and his eyes flickered from red, to orange and then to yellow again, before they also disappeared. All we saw was his smiling teeth, before they too became invisible and his voice became gradually distant.

"Hello? Cheshire cat?" Alex asked - no response. "Goodness. If the people here are like that, we must try not to upset them." I realised.

Alex nodded and held my hand. Then we journeyed down the path the Cheshire cat suggested, in search of the March Hare or the Mad Hatter.

(March Hare): "♪ If there are no objections,
Let it be unanimous ♪"
(Mad Hatter): "♪ A very merry unbirthday ♪"
(March Hare): "♪ A very merry unbirthday ♪"
(Both): "♪ A very merry unbirthday to us ♪"

"How very curious." Alex muttered, as we arrived at a different cottage. In the garden, we saw quite a large banquet table with a wide variety of teacups, teapots, saucers, kettles, plates and cutlery.

I saw a thin cloud of steam above the table, whilst teapots and kettles played a delightful melody.

Alex and I wandered over to the grand banquet table and could see presumably the March Hare with a man, who could only be identified as the Mad Hatter. He did, in fact, have a rather large hat.

(March Hare): "♪ A very merry unbirthday to me ♪"
(Mad Hatter): "♪ To who? ♪"
(March Hare): "♪ To me ♪"

(March Hare): "♪ A very merry unbirthday to you ♪"
(Mad Hatter): "♪ Who, me? ♪"
(March Hare): "♪ Yes, you ♪"
(Mad Hatter): "♪ Oh me! ♪"

(March Hare): "♪ Let's all congratulate us
With another cup of tea,
A very merry unbirthday to you ♪"

Alex and I curiously watched, as the March Hare and the Mad Hatter poured each other a cup of tea and danced and sang. Then, the March Hare pulled out a small brown dormouse from a teapot.

The March Hare was a brown hare, wearing a lovely red coat, sweater and bowtie. The Mad Hatter then removed his large hat, and there was a slightly smaller identical hat upon his head. The March Hare proved that it was his, when he grabbed it.

However, a rather tiny hat was left on the Mad Hatter's head.. presumably for the little dormouse.

When the singing was over, Alex and I applauded the trio. "No room, no room, no room, no room, no room, no room, no room!" The Mad Hatter and the March Hare briskly told us, as they ran over.

"But, we thought there was plenty of room." Alex replied, since there were dozens of chairs around.

"Ah, but it's very rude to sit down without being invited." The March Hare informed us.

"I'll say it's rude," said the Mad Hatter, with a rather cheerful smile, "It's very, very rude, indeed!"

"Very, very, very rude, indeed," said the dormouse, drowsily. "Oh, I'm very sorry. But we enjoyed your singing! And I wondered if you could tell-" I replied.

"You two enjoyed our singing?" The March Hare asked, when he suddenly sat beside Alex and I. "Mm-hmm." I confirmed, while Alex nodded.

"Oh, what delightful children!" The Mad Hatter said, pausing when he had gotten one of his elbows stuck in a blue teacup. "I'm so excited, we never get compliments! You must have a cup of tea!"

"Ah, yes, indeed! The tea! You must have a cup of tea!" The March Hare agreed, before he began to pour two cups of tea.

"That would be very nice," said Alex, "I'm sorry we interrupted your birthday party. Uh, thank you."

But the March Hare immediately took his and my tea away. "Birthday? Ha-ha-ha! My dear children, this is not a birthday party." He informed us.

"Of course not! He-he-he! This is an unbirthday party!" The Mad Hatter chuckled, as he poured tea down his collar. It came out of his sleeve, and was then poured into the yellow teacup in front of him.

"Unbirthday? What does that mean?" I asked. "It's very simple. Now, thirty days have Sept- no, when- an unbirthday, if you have a birthday then you- ha-ha! She doesn't know what an unbirthday is, and I guess that means he doesn't either." The March Hare concluded. Alex shook his head.

"How silly! Ha-ha-ha-ha!" The Mad Hatter chuckled, before he squirted tea into his mouth. "I shall elucidate! Now statistics prove, prove that you've one birthday." He explained, as the teapots and kettles played a joyful tune. "Imagine, just one birthday every year." The March Hare added.

"Ahhh, but there are three hundred and sixty four unbirthdays." The Mad Hatter pointed out.

Alex and I smiled. "Precisely why we're gathered here to cheer!" The March Hare informed us.

"Why, then today is our unbirthday too!" I realised, pointing to Alex and myself excitedly.

"It is?" The March Hare asked. Alex nodded. "What a small world this is." The Mad Hatter chuckled.

"In that case.." The March Hare declared.

(March Hare): "♪ A very merry unbirthday ♪"
(Alex): "♪ To us? ♪"
(Mad Hatter): "♪ To you ♪"
(March Hare): "♪ A very merry unbirthday ♪"
(Me): "♪ For us? ♪"
(Mad Hatter): "♪ For you ♪"

As the Mad Hatter and the March Hare danced around Alex and I, the Mad Hatter revealed a large unbirthday cake from underneath his large hat.

(Mad Hatter): "♪ Now blow the candle out,
My dears, and make your wish come true ♪"
(Both): "♪ A very merry unbirthday to you ♪"

Like the Mad Hatter sang, Alex and I blew out the candles on thr unbirthday cake. It turned the cake into a firework, which rose up into the sky and burst brightly. I smiled in awe, unknowingly holding Alex's hand rather tightly, as the dormouse floated down with an umbrella on his jacket.

(Dormouse): "♪ Twinkle, twinkle, little bat,
How I wonder what you're at
Up above the world you fly,
Like a tea-tray in the sky ♪"

"Oh, that was lovely!" I said, as Alex and I sat back down at the table. "And uh, and now my dear, he-he, uh.. you were saying that you and your friend were seeking some information some kind.. he-he!" The Mad Hatter recalled, then dipped his saucer into his tea and ate it like a biscuit.

"Oh, yes. You see, we were looking for a-" I tried to explain, when Alex and I picked up our teacups.

"Clean cup, clean cup! Move down!" The Mad Hatter told us, immediately standing up. "But we haven't used our cups!" Alex pointed out.

"♪ Clean cup, clean cup, move down, move down, clean cup, clean cup, move down! ♪" The March Hare sang, as he, the Mad Hatter, Alex and I moved down the large table.

"Would you like a little more tea?" The Mad Hatter asked us, as he poured some more tea. "Well, we haven't had any yet, so we can't very well take more-" Alex replied. "Ahh, you mean you can't very well take less!" The March Hare pointed out, as he cracked a teapot open like an egg, then filled our teacups with tea. "Yes, you can always take more than nothing!" The Mad Hatter informed us, while he added quite a lot of sugar to his tea.

"Yes, b-but.. he only meant that-" I started to explain. "And now, my dears, something seems to be troubling you both. Uh, won't you tell us all about it?" The Mad Hatter asked. "Start at the beginning." The March Hare suggested. "Yes, yes! And when you come to the end, he-he-he, stop! See?" The Mad Hatter asked, with a smile.

"Well, it all started while Y/n and I was sitting on the riverbank with Dinah." Alex began, as he gestured to himself and I. The March Hare nodded. "Very interesting. Who's Dinah?" He asked, curiously. "Dinah is my cat. You see-" Alex answered.

"Cat? CAT?!" The dormouse exclaimed, then frantically ran across the table. "Hurry! Give the jam! Quickly! Give the jam! On his nose! Put it on his nose!" The Match Hare told us, when he and the Mad Hatter managed to catch the dormouse. "On his nose, on his nose!" The Mad Hatter instructed.

Alex handed me the jam, and I put just a small amount on the dormouse's nose. He immediately calmed down, and fell back asleep in a teapot.

"Oh. Oh, my goodness! Those are the things that upset me!" The Mad Hatter exclaimed, with a frown. "See all the trouble you've started?" The March Hare asked Alex, pouring another cup of tea.

"But really, I didn't think-" Alex defended. "Ah, but that's the point! If you don't think, you shouldn't talk!" The March Hare remarked. I couldn't help, but giggle, as I picked up my teacup.

"Clean cup! Clean cup! Move down, move down, move down!" The Mad Hatter told us, once again. "But we still haven't-" I pointed out, puzzled.

"♪ Move down, move down, move down, move down ♪" The March Hare sang, as he, the Mad Hatter, Alex and I moved down the table again.

"And now my dears," said the Mad Hatter, once we sat down again, "as you were saying?"

"Oh, yes. Well, Alex and I were sitting on the riverbank with uh.." I said, then paused. I didn't want to startle the dormouse again. "..with you know who." I whispered, referring to Dinah.

"I do, he-he-he?" The Mad Hatter asked, before he began to giggle. He also caused me to giggle once again. "You know, I mean Alex's C-A-T." I whispered.

"Tea?" The Mad Hatter asked, then raised a teapot. I facepalmed, as the March Hare cut his teacup in half. "Just half a cup, if you don't mind." He told the Mad Hatter, who somehow managed to pour tea into the half teacup without it spilling out.

"Come, come my dears. He-he-he! Don't you two care for tea?" The Mad Hatter asked Alex and I. "Yes, we're very fond of tea. But-" Alex stated.

"If you don't care for tea, you could at least make polite conversation!" The March Hare remarked.

"Well, we've been trying to ask-" I pointed out, as Alex looked frustrated. "I have an excellent idea! Let's change the subject." The March Hare suggested, after he thumped a large wooden mallet onto the table and the Mad Hatter's head.

"Why is a raven like a writing desk?" The Mad Hatter queried, through his large hat. "Ooh, a riddle!" I said, intrigued. "Let's see, now. Why is a raven like a writing desk?" Alex wondered.

"I beg your pardon?" The Mad Hatter questioned, with quite an offended tone of voice. "Why is a raven like a writing desk?" I repeated, confused.

"Why is a what?!" The Mad Hatter asked, as his hat returned to the top of his head. "Careful. They're stark raven mad." The March Hare said, as he pointed at Alex and I in fear. "But it's your silly riddle! You just said-" Alex told the Mad Hatter.

"Steady, don't get excited." The Mad Hatter told Alex and I, whilst he and the March Hare were nervously backing away from the two of us.

"How about a nice cup of tea?" The March Hare timidly asked, hiding in the Mad Hatter's large hat.

"A nice cup of tea, indeed!" I scoffed, just as Alex hit the table in anger. "Well, I'm sorry,