Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

So many doors, how did you choose?

We're looking for the girl called Alice.

Mmm. Yeah, Frabjous being the day you slay the Jabberwocky.

Alice, Alice, oh, Alice.

(CONTINUES SCREAMING)

Farewell Word: Goodbye Sweet Hat.

I've been up there for weeks, trailing one Alice after the next,

Your carriage, milady.

Take me to Salazen Grum, Bayard, and don't forget the hat.

I've been told what I must do and who I must be.

It's just a pity you have to make them for her.

Why wouldn't I?

- Give me the sword. - Stay back.

Yes, you ought, stupid girl. Unroll the Oraculum.

She killed my Jabber-baby wonky? She killed my Jabber-baby wonky?

the Hatter and a dormouse.

MARCH HARE: Hide her!

Leek and potato. Yes. That would be...

Not certain anymore.

Exactly. Absolem will know who she is.

I couldn't be more interested, but you'll have to excuse me.

If she were born on her birthday, she might hear it this morning. If she isn't speaking up, she'll figure it out week after week.

But in this moment...

especially now that you're you, and the proper size.

It's such a long, long way to fall.

I would have regretted not seeing you again,

- Still believe this is a dream, do you? - Of course.

I think of your husband often. He was truly a man of vision.

OFF with their heads!

I like you, Um.

I fell down a hole and hit my head.

(PLAYING TRUMPET)

There's been some debate about that. I never get involved in politics.

But I'll tell you a secret. All the best people are.

You don't want to ruin her marriage, do you?

(BAYARD BARKING)

Majesty, Alice has escaped

Alice, meet me under the gazebo in precisely 10 minutes.

Drink this quickly.

Nothing was ever accomplished with tears.

What did that to you?

So I've come to you, hoping you might understand what it's like.

You think you can blink those pretty little eyes

Wait! You can't leave me here!

Contrariwise, I believe it's so.

What happened to your clothes?

This is impossible

What way? All I want to do is wake up from this dream.

MALLY: You've brought the wrong Alice.

The trees seem sad.

- The hat? - Of course.

That should do it.

Did you hear that? I'm certain I heard something.

Well, then, shall it be a bonnet or a boater?

She killed my Jabber-baby-wocky?

Oh, Alice, dear, where have you been?

It wasn't this bad before.

- And her head? - Bulbous.