Alice in Wonderland Page #7

My name is Alice, Mr. Owl.

As long as

you have those fears

inside you, Alice,

the Jabberwocky may come

for you at any time.

Well, I suppose

there are some fears

inside me.

But, please,

I really must know

how to get back

through the mirror.

Well, don't worry.

Why shouldn't I worry?

Well, there's always

another way back.

And there's no point

in going home

until you're not so afraid

of not growing up.

Now, wait a minute.

I've done a great deal

of growing up,

and growing down.

When you overcome

the great fear in you,

then and only then,

will you be able to stop

the frightening appearances

of the Jabberwocky

and return to your family.

But how?

Only you know

the answer to that.

I don't know.

If I knew,

I would tell myself.

And you don't care,

or you'd tell me!

You really would.

Oh, but I do care.

And you will see

that all the creatures

in Looking Glass Land care.

Why should they?

Because when the fear in you

creates the Jabberwocky,

it is dangerous

for all of us around here.

It is really

to our best interest

if you, uh, cure these

terrible afflictions

by yourself.

And the best way to do it

is to stay here

and listen to me

for a few years.

Years? I can't even stay here

for another moment.

My poor mother must be

in a terrible state. Goodbye.

If you don't stay,

you may never

get home at all.

Well, I suppose I could

stay and listen to you

for a while.

In that case,

I'll be on my way.

But you wanted me to stay.

Ah! But now you're in

Looking Glass Land,

and everything here

is backward.

The reverse of

everything you expected.

But we were just

beginning to talk.

Just beginning to...

Yes. Yes, my dear.

But here,

beginnings are endings.

Such a lovely garden.

Maybe this is the way home.

I hope.

If only flowers

could talk.

We can talk.

If there's anybody

worth talking to.

Excuse me,

can all the flowers talk?

As well as you can,

and a great deal louder!

It's just not good manners

for us to speak first.

But since you did

before we did,

I can tell you,

when I first saw you,

I thought,

"This little girl has a face

with some sense in it."

Though not very much.

It looks like

a very clever face to me.

If only her petals

curled up a little more,

she might be all right.

Aren't you frightened

at being planted out here

without anybody

to take care of you?

There's the tree close by.

But what can it do

if any danger came?

It could bark.

It says, "Bow-wow."

That's why its branches

are called boughs.

You'd have to be pretty dense

not to understand that.

If you don't speak to me

more politely, I'll...

I'll pick you.

Good for you.

There's only one flower worse

than the tiger lily.

The daisy. When one speaks,

they all speak.

It's enough

to make you faint,

the way they go

on and on and on.

How is it you all talk?

I've been in

many gardens before,

but none of the flowers

could talk.

Put your hand down

and feel the ground.

Then you'll know why.

Hmm.

It's very hard,

but I don't see what that

has to do with it.

In most gardens,

they make the beds too soft,

so the flowers

are always asleep.

I never thought of that

before.

In my opinion,

you never think at all.

I never saw anybody

who looked more stupid...

Hold your tongue.

As if you ever saw anybody.

You hide your head

under your leaves

and snore away

till you know no more

of what's going on

in the world than a bud.

Are there any more people

in the garden besides me?

Oh, a few.

And here comes one

of the stranger ones now.

Oh, my!

The Red Queen's

grown a good deal.

It's the fresh air

that does it.

Excuse me. I really

must go and talk to her.

Goodbye.

Where did you come from?

I... I...

Look up, speak nicely,

and stop twiddling

your fingers all the time.

I'm lost. I lost my way.

What do you mean, your way?

All the ways around here

belong to me.

And curtsey

while you're thinking

of what to say.

It saves time.

I... I only wanted to see

what the garden was like,

Your Majesty.

I thought

I'd try to find my way

to the top of this hill.

Oh!

The land. It's all marked out

like a large chessboard.

Well, of course it is.

This is all one

big game of chess?

One big game

that's being played

all over the world?

I can't believe it.

There must be

pieces moving everywhere.

I wish I was one of them.

Oh, you're going to be.

How wonderful!

I wouldn't even mind

being a pawn.

Though I'd rather be a queen.

But you're

going to be a pawn.

One of the White Queen's

little brats is too young

to play,

so you'll have to

take her place.

You will be a pawn,

which will start you

in the second square

at the board, naturally.

I can't play.

I really must be going home.

When you're a queen,

you may go home.

But you said

I was only going to be a pawn.

That's quite correct.

But when you reach

the eighth square

of the chessboard,

then, then you'll be a queen,

and then you may go home.

Hurry.

We'll miss everything.

Hurry where?

I'll show you!

Faster! Faster!

I don't understand!

Don't try to talk!

Faster! Faster!

Are we nearly there?

No! Faster! Faster!

You may rest a little now.

But we haven't

gotten anywhere.

If you wanted

to get anywhere,

you'd have to run

twice as fast as you did.

Now what are you doing?

I'm taking measurements.

At the end of three yards,

I shall have

some more rules for you.

And at the end of five yards,

I shall go.

But can't you stay

and talk a while?

Well, that does it.

I really must be going now.

If you do make it

to the eighth square,

then we shall all

be queens together,

and it will all be

feasting and fun.

How will I get home?

Tell me.

What happened to her?

Oh, my.

I will find my way home.

I just know I will.

I want to get to

the eighth square

as quickly as possible.

Which way do I go?

What do I do?

Well, well,

what have we here?

Ticket, ticket,

ticket, ticket.

Ticket, ticket, ticket,

ticket. Tickets, please.

Here you are.

Mmm-hmm. Mmm-hmm.

There.

Hmm.

Show your ticket.

Well, don't keep him

waiting, child.

His time is worth

$1,000 a minute.

I'm afraid

I haven't got one.

There wasn't a ticket office

where I came from.

No excuses, please.

You should've bought one

from the engine driver.

Ticket, ticket,

ticket, ticket.

Ticket, ticket,

ticket, ticket...

He means the man

who drives the engine

also sells the tickets.

You should've known that.

There's obviously

no use in even

speaking to you people.

Or whatever you are.

You'd better say

nothing at all then.

Around here, language

is worth $1,000 a word.

I'll dream about

$1,000 tonight.

I just know it.

Where are you going, child?

To square four.

Well,

at least she's old enough

to know where she's going,

even if she doesn't

know her own name.

I know my name.

She should've known her way

to the ticket office

even if she doesn't

know the alphabet.

I know the alphabet.

I really do.

She'll have to go back

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