AUTHOR'S NOTE: Revolution-Roullette here, with another story. This time it is a crossover. I have proud to admit that not only have I read Roald Dahl's classics, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory and the sequel Charlie and the Great Glass Elevator; I have now read Lewis Carroll's classics Alice's Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass, making this story as close to the books and the Tim Burton's versions as possible.

I had this role-play idea for quite a while. Now, I will not tell you what that idea was, as I wanted to keep it a secret, but I have decided to turn this role-play into a story.

I would like to thank those who read my story We're all in this Together. I promise you I will get round to updating that one soon. I hope you like this story as much as the last.

DISCLAIMER: Charlie and the Chocolate Factory belongs to Roald Dahl. Alice's Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass belong to Lewis Carroll.

Prologue: "Good-bye dear Wonderland!"

"Return to Wonderland"
A fiction based on Burton's vision of CatCF&AIW with Lewis Carroll's book.

DISCLAIMER: Charlie and the Chocolate Factory belongs to Roald Dahl. Alice's Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass belong to Lewis Carroll.

Prologue: "Good-bye dear Wonderland!"

'Where you going, Hatter?'

A voice interrupted the Hatter's frantic packing. All around him were smashed drinking cups and smothered butter with cutlery scattered all over the checkered floor. Clocks had been smashed and china plates had been shattered in the man's hurry to get out. The Hatter turned around, his golden eyes wide and enhanced by the bright light into the darkened room. The lamps had been broken to avoid any movement had been seen. There stood in the wide doorway, his good friend, the White Rabbit; smartly dressed and his beady pink eyed stare hidden in the shadow.

Hatter didn't know what to do, or say…and he wasn't going to either. For you see, the famous Mad Hatter; the companion to the equally insane March Hare, and the notorious singer who angered the Queen of Hearts was leaving. He was leaving Wonderland, escaping the madness of whom he loved so dearly in the past. His pinks lips were pursed, and for the first time in his life he found his expression not manic, it was serious and determined. 'I sadly cannot tell you that, old chap' he replied gravely.

'But why, Hatter? Your beautiful house? It's ruined!' the Rabbit exclaimed, stepping through and gazing upon the destroyed home in horror.

At this, the Hatter looked down in shame, but in no shape or form did he insist of picking the mess up. He could have cared less what was going to happen to it. The Duchess to raid and the Queen of Hearts could bellow to her content to chop of his and his friends' heads as much as she liked. He just couldn't find it in his self to care for this monstrosity anymore!

'Rabbit, my good friend. If I tell you…please do not breathe a word to anyone' The Hatter, taller than the White Rabbit, bent down so they were eye to eye. His bandaged thumbed hand rested on the small animal's shoulder. 'Not March, not the Dormouse, not even my beloved Alice…and especially under any circumstances the Queen…'

'Of course' the White Rabbit promised whole-heartedly, and in the darkness the Mad Hatter's golden eyes shown in happiness, where his smile sparkled…

MWMW

And so, the Hatter ran. His feet echoing against the checkered ground, with a soft clicking of his heels; a tattered suit case flying behind him, with messily shoved in clothes fluttering in the cool wind. All around him, the sky was darkening and thunder was rumbling in the distance. The forests loomed over him. Wherever the man went, he could no longer feel happy.

He hadn't left a note of absence; nothing to indicate to anything had changed. His fingerless wool gloved hand was holding onto his top hat on top of his ginger-curled head as he panted, sprinting as fast as he lean legs could carry him. He had to find that hole – the hole of which brought Alice into Wonderland, brought her into his world.

Hatter had stolen valuables all over his home. The Cheshire cat's grin, the magic White Gloves of the White Rabbit. The only thing that was his was the golden pocket watch that told the time in months and years. So many times had he got caught; he had to climb into Mouse's library to find the White Rabbit's home, almost being eaten by a large puppy. He climbed the tree of which Cheshire slept to get hold of the smile, tearing his gorgeously tailored clothes in the process. Oh, how Alice must have felt.

The tunnel was near. He was going to make it. Through the elongating black and white checkered hallway; where the hole would be spiraling down. All he had to do was to think of a rope and through it upward so it latched onto the entrance. His golden eyes closed as he thought hard on what he so wished for. His suit case dropped with a loud thud as his fingers had slipped. Oh bother! He gasped at the sound and glanced over his shoulder; but to his surprise there was the rope.

Bless the Queen! Hatter's mind exclaimed with joy. He struggled at first to remove the heavy thing from his shoulder; he didn't want to make another tear in his clothing.

Level by level did the golden rope slide onto the floor, like an uncoiling snake, but he had a firm hold of a yard of it. His cleft teeth was showing as he was smiling, he was happy, his stomach having butterflies as he found himself so close to exiting. His one way ticket out of madness.

He began to swing the rope in a lasso style and threw it as hard as he could. On the end was the odd stick from his top hat. Peering upward, he watched the stick shoot through the gravity less hole until it reached the very top and peered through earth. The Hatter raised his head as manic laughter rung through the hallway, echoing, like the room was laughing in glee with him.

He picked up his suit case and took a tight hold of the rope as he drew himself upward, using his feet and one free hand. He peered down, as the further away he grew from the world he once called home. The checkered floor was looming into shadow and he smiled widely once more.

'Good-bye, my dear Wonderland! I'm sure we shall never meet again…!'