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The March Hare screams, "Clean Cup ! Clean cup, Moves down moves down!"
and bounces into someone else's seat.
The hatter looks sad, "aren't you all going to have some tea?"
"I'd rather have some P's and Q's" chuckles the hare, "Cuase there is no tea!"
"No tea? Oh me....I mean Oh My!"
The mad hatter tips his head and the immense hat rolls sideways down his arm and down the table. As it rolls past each setting a hot cup of tea slides into place. It does a figure eight back dispersing more tea and pots.
"Well? Come come don't be a stranger. " He tosses a cup to Beaker.
The Dormouse lifts his head coughing and sputtering from his now full teacup he was sleeping in. "I'm having a very very good time." he says.
"A song a song!" shouts the hatter.
"Time for a song" utters the hare trying to act bored.
The mouse lifts an umbrella from out of the tea and extends it. He immediately is rocketed up into the air. The wind gives him an air dry as he floats down. From above you, the mouse begins to sing,"
Twinkle twinkle, little Danny
How I see your great big fanny
Up above the world you rule
Like that meanie Rufus Sewell
Rule the world upon your LANny
Type away dear comrade Danny
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