Alice in Wonderland Page #8

Yes yes. After you said "I'm Alice",

you should've said "How

do-dee" and shake hands.

Da-daa,

Now shake!

Here we go round the mulberry bush,

the mulberry bush, the mulberry bush.

Here we go around the mulberry bush,

On a cold and frosty morning.

Twice around is enough for any dance!

I hope you're not too tried?

No way, no way. Thank you for asking.

As we began with poetry and

song, let's continue that way.

I'm sorry I haven't the time.

Neither have we. We never carry a watch.

No-how!

The poem's called "The

Walrus and the Carpenter".

You'll love it.

Da-daa!

You start brother mine.

The sun was shining on the sea.

Yes, yes, yes...

The Sun was shining on the sea.

Shining with all his might.

He did his very best to make

the billows smooth and bright.

And this was odd, because it

was the middle of the night.

The Walrus and the Carpenter

were walking close at hand.

They wept like anything to

see Such quantities of sand.

If this were only cleared away...

It really would be grand!

If seven maids with seven

mops swept it for half a year,

do you suppose that they could get it clear?

I doubt it very much...

And he shed a bitter tear.

Sorry!

Hello!

Oooo!

Oh Oysters, will you walk with us?

The Walrus did beseech.

A pleasant walk, a pleasant

talk along the briny beach.

But we cannot do with more

than four, to give a hand to each.

The eldest Oyster looked at

him, but never a word he said.

Meaning to say he did not

choose to leave the oyster-bed.

But four young Oysters hurried

up, all eager for the treat.

Their coats were brushed,

their faces washed,

Their shoes were clean

and neat, and this was odd.

And why was that?

Because they hadn't any feet.

"The time has come", the Walrus

said, "to talk of many things."

Of shoes and ships and sealing wax.

Of cabbages and king.

And why the sea is boiling hot,

And whether pigs have wings.

"Wait a bit!" the Oysters cried,

"before we have our chat."

For some of us are out of

breath, and all of us are fat.

There really is no hurry.

We thank you very much for that.

A slice of bread is what we chiefly need.

Pepper and vinegar besides

are very good indeed.

So if you're ready, Oysters

dear, we can begin to feed.

But not on us! Not on us!

See we're turning a little blue.

After such kindness, that

would be a dismal thing to do!

Yes, it was very kind of you to

come! And you're very nice

Give another slice, my

friend give us another slice.

I wish you were not quite so

deaf, I've had to ask you twice!

Well, it seems a shame I must

confess to play them such a trick.

When we've brought them so far,

and made them trot so quick!

Look at this, oh look at this

The butter's spread too thick!

I weep for you, I really

do:
I deeply sympathize

With sobs and tears he sorted

out those of the largest size.

Holding his pocket handkerchief

before his streaming eyes.

Oh Oysters,

I have to say, you've had a pleasant run!

Shall we be trotting home again!

But answer came there none.

And this was scarcely odd because

They'd eaten every one.

O woeful, weeping Walrus,

your tears are all a sham.

You're greedier for oysters

than children are for jam.

So what's the verdict?

I like the Walrus best

because he did feel a

little sorry for the oysters.

Chaa! He ate more than Carpenter.

In that case I like Carpenter better...

if he didn't eat as many as Walrus.

He ate as many as he could get.

Then they're both very nasty characters...

Duh!

Is that a lion or a tiger?

Worse!

What is it?

It was the Red King snoring.

Yes he's the King of Heart's

lazy, no-good brother.

Every family has one.

Except ours...

We've got two.

Come let's have a look at him.

He'll catch a cold lying there.

He won't mind, he's dreaming about you.

You're only a sort of thing in his dream.

Yes if he woke up now, you'd go out... puff!

I would not!

Besides if I'm only a sort of thing in

his dream, then what are you two?!

I'm going!

Well, all's well that ends well.

What is that?!

It's your rattle.

You left it in the grass!

It looks a bit battered.

Uh! It's spoilt!

Don't get so upset about an old rattle.

Old! It isn't old!

I bought yesterday. It's brand spanking new!

There's only one thing for it.

Get a new one.

Nothing so simple. No, no, no.

We have to fight for the

honour of the Tweedles.

Right!

Ned Tweedledum versus the superior

strength and skill of Fred Tweedledee.

Frankly it's a bitone-sided.

I know... I was an advisor

to the British Army. Wha!

I advised them not to take

him but they wouldn't listen.

This is fighting talk.

Urrrrxxx... knikk... grrrrrgninch... so is this!

She must help us dress for it...

amour... to protect our vital parts.

Whatever the outcome dear brother,

I shall remember you in my will.

No money of course, but I shall

write "I remember you Fred".

I appreciate the thought but

I'd rather have the cash, Ned.

Why are you only wearing one sock?

I'm trying to save money.

Do I look pale?

A little.

Generally of course I'm very brave

but today I have a headache.

And I've got a... a toothache...

Which makes us even!

You'd better not fight today then.

Oh, we must have a bit

of a fight, it's expected

And all because of a rattle!

Yes, well I wouldn't have

minded but it was brand new!

It seems a bit petty.

Yes, indeed! That's exactly

why it's so important.

Arrghh!

The Blues!

The Blues!

It's the crow!

The monstrous crow!

Alice, you are hereby

and forewith summoned

to attend the trial of Sir

Jack, the Knave of Hearts.

How do I look?

Too early to say.

Try it again on soprano-sax.

What are they doing?

They can't have anything to

write, the trial hasn't begun yet.

They're putting down their own names

in case they forget them

by the time the trial is over.

Stupid things.

How do you spell stupid?

S-T-

What's after T?

Dinner! Is it dinner time?

It's dinner time!

No it isn't.

I was sure it was dinner time, my

stomach feels like my throat's been cut...

Silence in Court!

Quiet! Silent!

It's your own fault Cedric. You're too easy.

Chop off more heads. It's wonderful!

Chop, chop and there's blood everywhere...

It makes you proud to be Queen.

He missed!

Oh he did? Nevermind, I felt it anyway.

I'm not going to be called, am I?

Called what?

I don't want to stand up in

front of all these people.

Why am I here?

To save Jack from a death worse than fate.

Clerk of the Court, read the accusation!

The Queen of Hearts, she made some tarts.

All on a summer day.

The Knave of Hearts, he stole those tarts.

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