Alice's Adventures in Wonderland Page #5

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A very merry unbirthday|to us, to us

- If there are no objections|let it be unanimous|- Of all the silly nonsense.

This is the stupidest tea party|I've ever been to in all my life.

Well, I've had|enough nonsense.

I'm going home.|Straight home.

That rabbit. Who cares|where he's going anyway?

Why, if it hadn't|been for him, I--

"Tulgey Wood."

Hmm. Curious.

I don't remember this.

Now let me see.

Oh!

Mmm, no, no, please.|No more nonsense.

Now, if I came this way,

I should go back this way.

Oh, I-I beg your pardon.

My goodness. When I get home,|I shall write a book about this place.

If I-- If I ever|do get home.

Oh, uh, excuse me.

Um, could one of you|tell me--

Uh-- Heh-heh. Never mind.

Oh, dear. It's getting|dreadfully dark.

And nothing|looks familiar.

I shall certainly be glad|to get out of-- Oh!

Who. Who-who.

Who. Who-who.

Who.

It would be so nice if something|would make sense for a change.

Oh!

"Don't step on|the mome raths."

The mome raths?

A path!|Oh, thank goodness.

Ah. I just knew I'd|find one sooner or later.

If I hurry fast, I might even|be home in time for tea.

Oh. Oh, won't Dinah|be happy to see me.

Oh, I just can't wait|'til I-- Ah!

Oh, dear. Now I--

Now I shall never get out.

Well, when--|when one's lost,

I-I suppose|it's good advice...

to stay where you are|until someone finds you.

But-- But who'd ever think|to look for me here?

Good advice.

If, lf, lf, lf I'd listened|earlier, I-I wouldn't be here.

But-- But that's just|the trouble with me.

I give myself|very good advice.

But I very seldom|follow it

That explains

The trouble that|I'm always in

Be patient

Is very good advice

But the waiting|makes me curious

And I'd love the change

Should something strange

Begin

Well, I went along|my merry way.

And I never stopped|to reason.

I should have known

There'd be a price to pay

Someday

Someday

I give myself

Very good advice

But I very seldom|follow it

Will I ever learn

To do the things

I should

Will I ever learn

Learn to do the things

I should

And the mome raths|outgrabe

Oh, Cheshire Cat!|It's you!

Whom did you expect?|The White Rabbit perchance?

Oh, no, no, no. I-I-I'm|through with rabbits.

I wanna go home!

- But I can't find my way.|- Naturally.

That's because|you have no way.

All ways here, you see,|are the Queen's way.

- But I've never met any Queen.|- You haven't?

You haven't?|Oh, but you must!

She'll be mad about you.|Simply mad.

And the mome raths|outgrabe

Please, please! Uh,|how can I find her?

Well, some go this way.

Some go that way.

But as for me, myself,|personally,

I prefer the short cut.

Painting the roses red

We're painting|the roses red

We dare not stop|or waste a drop

So let the paint be spread

We're painting|the roses red

We're painting|the roses red

Oh, painting|the roses red

And many a tear we shed

- Because we know|- They'll cease to grow

In fact|they'll soon be dead

Ohh, and yet|we go ahead

Painting the roses red, red|red, red, red, red, red, red

Painting the roses red|We're painting the roses red

Oh, pardon me, but, Mr Three|why must you paint them red

Huh? Oh!

Well, the fact is, miss,

we planted the white roses|by mistake, and--

The Queen she likes them red|lf she saw white instead

- She'd raise a fuss|- And each of us

- Would quickly lose his head|- Goodness!

Since this is|the thought we dread

- We're painting the roses red|- Oh, dear.

Then let me help you.

- Painting the roses red|- We're painting the roses red

Don't tell the Queen|what you have seen

Or say that's what we said but|we're painting the roses red

Yes, painting|the roses red

- Not pink|- Not green|- Not aquamarine

We're painting|the roses red

- The Queen!|- The Queen!

- Queen!|- The Queen!

Cards, halt!

- Sound off!|- One, two, three,

four, five, six, seven,|eight, nine, ten, jack!

The rabbit.

H-H-Her lmperial Highness,|Her, Her Grace,

Her Excellency, Her Royal|Majesty, the Queen of Hearts!

- And the King.|- Hooray!

Hmm! Who's been|painting my roses red?

Who's been painting|my roses red?

Who dares to taint|with vulgar paint

The Royal flower bed

For painting my roses red

Someone will lose his head

Oh, no, Your Majesty, please!|It's all his fault!

Not me, Your Grace!|The ace! The ace!

- You? The deuce, you say?|- No! Two!

- Not me! The trey!|- That's enough!

Off with their heads!

They're going to lose their heads|For painting the roses red

It serves them right lf they'd|planted right the roses should be red

Oh, they're going to|lose their heads

Silence!

Oh, please, please.|They were only trying--

- And who is this?|- Uh, well. Well, well, now,|uh, uh, let me see, my dear.

It certainly isn't a heart.|Uh, do you suppose it's a club?

Why, it's a little girl.

- Yes. A-And I was hoping--|- Look up. Speak nicely.

And don't twiddle|your fingers!

Turn out your toes. Curtsy.

Open your mouth a little|wider. And always say:

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Now, um, where do you come from,|and where are you going?

W-Well, I-I'm trying|to find my way home.

Your way? All ways|here are my ways!

Well, yes, I-I know.|But I was just thinking--

Curtsy while you're thinking.|It saves time.

Uh, yes, Your Majesty.|But I was only going to ask--

I'll ask the questions!|Do you play croquet?

- Why, yes, Your Majesty.|- Then let the game begin!

To your places. To your places. By order|of the King. Hurry, hurry, hurry.

Shuffle deck!

Card cut! Deal cards!

Cards, halt!

Silence!

Off with his head!

Off with his head. Off with|his head. By order of the King.|Uh, you heard what she said.

- You're next, my dear.|- Oh, but--

Uh, yes, Your Majesty.

Oh!

- Stop!|- Oh, of all the impossible--

Do you want us both|to lose our heads?

- Uh-huh.|- Well, I don't.

Uh, I say, how are|you getting on?

- Not at all.|- Beg pardon?

I said, not at all!

Who are you talking to?

- Oh, uh, a cat, Your Majesty.|- Cat? Where?

There. Oh.

- Oh, there he is again!|- I warn you, child,

if I lose my temper,|you lose your head!

Understand?

You know, we could make her|really angry. Shall we try?

- Oh, no, no!|- Oh, but it's loads of fun.

No, no, no! Stop!

Oh, no!

Oh, my fur and whiskers!

Oh, dear! Save the Queen.

Someone's head|will roll for this!

Yours!

- Off with her--|- But, but, but, but consider, my dear.

Uh, couldn't she have|a trial? Huh? First?

- Trial?|-Well, th-- Just a, a little trial? Hmm?

Hmm. Very well, then.

Let the trial begin!

Your Majesty.|Members of the jury.

Loyal subjects.

And the King.

The prisoner at the bar is|charged with enticing Her|Majesty, the Queen of Hearts,

into a game of croquet|and thereby willfully...

-But--|-and with malice aforethought,|teasing, tormenting...

- and otherwise annoying our beloved--|- Never mind all that!

Get to the part where|I lose my temper.

Thereby causing the Queen|to lose her temper.

Now, are you ready|for your sentence?

Sentence? Oh, but there|must be a verdict first.

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