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Based upon the fairy tale by
Lewis CARROLL

Alice
In Wonderland

Part 1

The author of this fairy tale is
Lewis Carroll,

an able mathematician,
logician and linguist.

He wrote it in the middle
of the 19th century

while taking walks
in the vicinity of Oxford,

along the bank of the Thames River.

He wrote it

at the request
of the little girls

who were his good friends.

Lewis Carroll had written
a strange tale.

Everything in it
is like in a fairy tale, and yet

it doesn't look at all
like a fairy tale.

So, Alice got tired of sitting on
the bank, and of having nothing to do.

She peeped into the book,

but it had no pictures
or conversations in it.

Her thoughts were
slow and disconnected,

for the hot day made her sleepy.

I shall be late!

Oh, dear!
I shall be too late!

The Duchess will be furious!

She will be just savage!

Only now Alice realized

that she had never before
seen a rabbit with a watch

and a waistcoat pocket
to take it out of.

Burning with curiosity,
she ran after it.

After such a fall as this,

I shall think nothing
of tumbling downstairs!

How brave they'll all
think me at home!

Why, I wouldn't say anything
about it even if I fell off the roof.

Either the well was very deep,

or Alice fell very slowly,

for she had plenty of time
to look about her,

and to wonder
What was going to happen next.

Excuse me, sir, can you tell me how
many miles I've fallen by this time?

I must be getting somewhere
near the center of the earth.

That would be four thousand
miles down, I think.

I wonder if I shall fall
right through the earth!

How funny it'll be to see the people
that walk with their heads downward!

What's their name?
The Antipathies, I think...

No.
No, the Antipodes!

Down and down Alice went.

"Dinah'll miss me very much
tonight," she thought.

Dinah was her cat.

Oh, Dinah, I Wish you were
down here with me!

There are no mice in the air, I'm
afraid, but you might catch a gnat.

But do cats eat gnats, I wonder?

Oh, no, do gnats eat cats?

Oh, my Whiskers!
Oh, my poor ears!

The Duchess will never forgive me
for being late. She will be savage!

When Alice thought it over afterward

it occurred to her that she ought
to have wondered at this.

But at the time
it all seemed quite natural.

And Alice went after the White
Rabbit like the wind.

But the White Rabbit was no longer
to be seen.

Alice found herself in along hall.

Alice decided that the key
might belong to the door.

But, alas!

Either the lock was
too large,

or the key was too small,

but it would not open that door.

To Alice's great delight,
the key fitted this door!

Oh, how she longed
to get out of here!

But she could not even get
her head through the hole.

And even if my head would go through,
it would be of very little use

without my shoulders.

Drink me.

Alice knew

that some unpleasant things had
happened to children,

all because they would not
remember three rules.

They were very simple rules.

That a red-hot poker
will burn you

if you hold it too long.

That if you cut your finger
very deeply with a knife

it usually bleeds.

That if you drink much
from a bottle marked "poison",

it is almost certain
to disagree with you sooner or later.

Alice had never forgotten
that last rule.

However, since this bottle
was not marked "poison",

Alice ventured to taste it.

What a curious feeling!

I must be shutting up
like a telescope.

Eat me.

Alice saw that her feet
were getting so far off.

Another moment,
and they will be out of sight.

Goodbye, feet!
Oh, my poor little feet!

I wonder who will put on your shoes
and stockings for you now?

I'm sure
I shan't be able!

All right, I'll send them a new
pair of shoes every Christmas.

Oh, dear!
What nonsense I'm talking!

If you please, sir...

Dear, dear!
How queer everything is today!

If I am not myself,

then who in the world am I?

Ah, that's the great puzzle...

Let's try remember Geography.

London is the capital of Paris.

And Paris is the capital of Ro... Rome.

No, that's all wrong.

I'll better try and say a poem.

This is the house that Bug built

This is the singer
That's kept in the pantry

In the house that Bug built.

This is the cheerful Empress

That bites at the singer

That's kept in the pantry

In the house that Bug built.

No, those are not the right words.

Who am I, then?

Oh, that's because of that magic fan!

Imagine
that because of some thing

you can grow so small
and just shrink away altogether!

No, no!
I must get out of here.

I Wish I could grow a little larger.

And then I'll find my way
to that lovely garden.

It was really a good idea.

Alice knew
that in order to grow larger

one had to eat
or drink something.

But there was nothing around
that would suit that purpose.

0 Wonderland, 0 Wonderland,

Where anything has its way.

You grow up without end,

Then back you shrink away.

Or where your feet, just in a flop,

Having lengthened quite a bit,

Would walk and walk, and never stop,

When you want just to sit.

In Wonderland, one thing is tough -

There's always one concern:

If you're walking a wrong path,

Will ever you return?

If you're walking a wrong path,

Will ever you return?

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Based upon the fairy tale by
Lewis CARROLL

Alice
In Wonderland

Part 2

Alice was getting
so used to queer things happening

that she was not at all surprised
at this encounter.

The Caterpillar was
quietly smoking along hookah,

taking not the smallest
notice of anything else.

You...

Who are you?

I hardly know, ma'am,
just at present.

I know who I was when I got up this
morning, but I changed so often since.

What do you mean?
Explain yourself.

I'm afraid I can't, because
I'm not myself, you see.

I don't see.

I can't understand it myself.

Being so many different sizes in a day!

You see, everything's moving some-
where and turns into something.

What are you not content with?

I keep getting small
when I need to be large.

And the other way round.
It's very uncomfortable.

One side will make you
grow taller.

The other side will make you grow
shorter.

One side of What?

The other side of What?

Of the mushroom.

Alice was looking at the mushroom,

and tried to make out which were
the two sides of it.

As it was perfectly round, she found
this a very difficult question.

And now which is which?

Now there will be less
of that stupid uncertainty!

Dear Cheshire Puss,

would you tell me, please,
which way I ought to go from here?

And where do you want to get to?

I don't much care where
so long as I get somewhere.

Then it doesn't matter which way
you go.

You're sure
to get somewhere

if you only walk
long enough and not turn.

What sort of people live about here?

In that direction
lives a Hatter.

And in that direction lives a March
Hare.

Visit either you like:
They're both mad.

Why?

The Hatter worked so much
with hat blocks,

that he got absolutely block-headed,
so now his nickname is Blockhatter.

And the March Hare has gotten
absolutely cross-eyed.

I mean, from the March sun.

But I don't want to go among mad
people.

Oh, you can't help that.
We're all mad here.

I'm mad. You're mad.

Would you please not vanish
so suddenly, sir?

All right.

Well... I've often seen a cat without
a grin,

but a grin without a cat!

It's the most curious thing
I ever saw.

She had not gone much farther
before she saw the house

of the March Hare.

At the table, he March Hare and
the Blockhatter

were having tea.

A Dormouse was sitting between
them, fast asleep.

- No room! No room!
- There's plenty of room!

Have some wine.

I don't see any wine.

Of course you don't!
There isn't any.

Then it wasn't very civil of you
to offer it.

It wasn't very civil of you
to sit down

without being invited.

This table is laid for a great
many more than three.

Would it be better
if there were more of us

and less cups?

You should say What you mean.

I do. At least I mean What I say.
That's the same thing.

Not the same thing a bit!

You might just as well say that
"I see What I eat"

is the same thing as "I eat What
I see".

I think you are
just wasting time.

If you knew Time as well as I do,
you wouldn't talk about wasting it.

Of course, of course.
I quite agree with you.

I dare say you never
even spoke to him!

Perhaps not, but I know I have
to beat time when I learn music.

He won't stand beating!

Yes.
We quarreled with Time.

It's always
six o'clock now.

And it's always tea-time.

We even have no time to wash
the cups between Whiles.

It's the stupidest tea-party
I ever was at in all my life.

I'd better go quickly to the garden.

Open it!

Would you tell me
why you're painting those roses?

You see, Miss, this here
ought to have been a white rose-tree,

and we put a red one by mistake.

If the Queen was to find out,
we shall all have our heads cut off.

"What a cardtege!" thought Alice.

The word seemed to sound wrong,
but she didn't know how to correct it.

Perhaps she, too, ought to lie
down on her face

before this
grand procession?

But Alice could not remember
any such rule.

What would be the use of a procession
if people had to lie face down,

so they could not see it?

What is this?

- Your Majesty, they wanted...
- I see. Off with their heads!

Don't be afraid.
You shan't be beheaded.

Are their heads off?

Their heads are gone, Your Majesty!

That's right.

- Can you play croquet?
- Yes!

Get to your places!

Off with her head!

Off With his head!

Off with that head, too!

They're dreadfully fond of beheading
people here.

The great wonder is, that there's
anyone left alive!

How are you getting on?

Who are you talking to?

It's a friend of mine, a Cheshire Cat.
Allow me to introduce it.

I don't like the look of it.

However, it may kiss
my hand if it likes.

Thank you, I'd rather not.

Executioner, come here!

Off With his head!

I can't cut off a head

unless there is a body
to cut it off from.

Anything that has a head
can be beheaded!

I'll think about
What I shall do with you.

And he will be tried
by the Royal Court of Justice!

The hands are given not for mischief,

Without them life'd be horrid.

What shall we slap our forehead with

If a fly lands on the forehead?

Another matter is your head.

Without it you'd only do better.

It can't be used to cut your bread,

Or drive in nails for that matter.

Some people's heads have no stuffing,

And others' fooled, abused.

But it's clearly not for nothing

That no one wants to lose it.

But it's clearly not for nothing

That no one wants to lose it.

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Based upon the fairy tale by
Lewis CARROLL

Alice
In Wonderland

Part 3

Before the court building
where Alice ran to,

a crowd was gathering.

Make way for the Duchess!
Make way for the Duchess!

You dear thing,
you can't think

how glad I am to make your
acquaintance.

She is not mean at all.

Why is the Rabbit so afraid of her?

She must be so nice
because of the doughnut.

Doughnuts make people sweet-
tempered.

I seem to have found
a new kind of rule!

Vinegar makes people sour.

Camomile makes them bitter.

Pepper makes them hot-tempered.

I only Wish
people knew that!

Then they wouldn't be so stingy
about doughnuts.

You're lost in thoughts, my dear,
and that makes you forget to talk.

I can't tell you just now

What the moral of that is,
but I shall remember it in a bit.

Perhaps it hasn't one.

Everything's got a moral,
if only you can find it.

Flamingos and mustard
both bite.

And the moral of that is -
birds of a feather flock together.

Mustard is a mineral, I think.

Right, as usual.
What a clear way of putting things!

Of course, it is a mineral!

There's a large
mustard-mine near here.

And the moral of that is:
The more there's of mine,

the less there's of yours.

Oh, I know!
Mustard is a vegetable.

How fond she is of
finding morals in things!

I quite agree with you.

And the moral of that is:

Be What you would seem to be.

Or if you'd like it put more simply -

never imagine yourself not to be
otherwise

that What it might appear to others
that What you were

or might have been was not otherwise

than What you had been would have
appeared to them to be otherwise.

Silence in the court!

Silence in the court!

Alice had never been in a court of
justice before, but she read about it.

She was quite pleased to find

that she knew the name
of nearly everything here.

"That must be the jurors,"
thought Alice.

"And that's the judge,
because of his great wig."

The Duchess saw the Queen
and began to tremble.

And in a moment,
she was gone.

Herald, read the accusation!

The Queen of Hearts, she made some
tarts,

All on a summer day:

The Knave of Hearts, he stole those
tarts,

And took them quite away!

Consider your verdict.

Not yet, not yet! There's a great
deal to come before that.

The Rabbit got scared
of his own audacity.

To say "no"
to the Queen herself!

First Witness!

I beg pardon,
your Majesty, I...

I'm a poor man.

Give your evidence,
and don't be nervous,

or I'll have you
executed on the spot.

- I hadn't finished my tea when...
- Get to the point.

I'm a poor man.

I keep thinking
of the bygone days.

Days.

Dumb like a dunce.

Perhaps, we shall make him dance?

Well, it's a play upon words.

Next Witness, the March Hare!

Next Witness, the March Hare!

I didn't say anything.

He denies it, doesn't he?

I didn't think anything.

Suppress him!

Alice have read in the newspapers:

"The attempts at resistance
were suppressed."

Now she understood
What it meant.

At this moment Alice
felt a very curious sensation.

She realized she was growing larger
again.

Alice decided to remain where she was
as long as there was room for her.

Next Witness, Alice!

Here!

Oh, I beg your pardon!

What do you know about this business?

Nothing.

What?
Nothing Whatever?

Nothing whatever.

That's very important.

Unimportant,
your Majesty means, of course.

Unimportant,
of course, I meant.

Unimportant, of course, unimportant.

Important - unimportant...
unimportant - important...

There's more evidence to come yet,
please your Majesty.

This paper has just
been picked up.

What's in it?

I haven't read it yet,
but it seems

to be a letter written by the prisoner
to somebody.

Who is it directed to?

It isn't directed at all. There's
nothing written on the outside.

Is it in the prisoner's handwriting?

No, and that's the queerest thing
about it.

The Knave must have imitated
somebody else's hand.

Please your Majesty,

I didn't Write it.

There's no name signed at the end.

That's even worse. You must
have meant some mischief,

or else you'd have signed your name
like an honest man.

That proves his guilt.

It proves nothing of the sort! Why,
you don't even know What it's about.

Read it.

Of course, she has the fits of rave
Whenever she gets bolder.

But, see, it's not altogether safe
To cut straight from the shoulder.

To cut from the shoulder?

Have I ever
cut straight from the shoulder?

Never!

I cut off heads from the shoulders,
never from one shoulder!

It's a pun!

Let the jury consider
their verdict.

No, no!
Sentence first.

Verdict afterwards.

Stuff and nonsense!

- Hold your tongue!
- I won't!

Off with her head!

Who cares for you?

You're nothing
but a pack of cards!

"What a curious dream
I've had," thought Alice,

and she ran home,
not to be late for tea.

In the after-time, she would be
a grown woman

and, keeping the simple and
loving heart of her childhood,

would tell other
children about Wonderland

and remember her own child-life

and the happy summer days.

What kind of games in her homesteads

A Queen plays all daylong?

She never tires of cutting heads

Of people who come along.

To execute her loyal men

She's ready, to keep the peace.

But what's the use when all her train

Are headless as it is.

And I shall tell her outright:

I don't fear you therefore!

I know I just sleep at night

And you're my dream, nothing more!

I know I just sleep at night

And you're my dream, nothing more!

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