Carrot found himself out on a dark sea, inside a glass bottle. “Dammit, this sucks. How did I ever get roped into this?” he muttered angrily.
A baritone singing voice came drifting towards Carrot’s ears as a famillair-looking Dodo bird sailed by on a toucan. “...And... I never, never, never do a thing about the weather for the weather never does a thing for me,” sung Lord Wacky, smoking his cigar. Suddenly, Wacky noticed land, and shouted, “Ahoy! (Another nautical expression!) Land ho! Row, henchman!” The Sorcerer’s dastardly lobster lackey began to row and they sailed past Carrot's glass ‘ship.’
“Hey, dude!” shouted Carrot. “No need to hold grudges! Ya coulda helped out!” But it was too late and they’d all gone out of hearing range.
When Carrot finally washed to shore, he was shocked to see Lord Wacky standing atop a rock, directing a group of running fish and birds who were running around his rock. The group sang of a Caucus Race.
After being trampled, Carrot got up and, at the dodo’s urging, joined the race.
He was drowned a couple of times by incoming waves before he saw the Chocolate Rabbit running out of the sea. “Hey! Chocolate!” he cried. “Come back! I need to talk to you.”
He followed the bunny away from the beach and into a wood. But when he finally came to a clearing, there was no Chocolate Rabbit to be seen. “Hmmm...” he mused. “It’s not like Chocolate to hide from me... I wonder where she is...”
Just then, two brothers popped out of the woods, arm-in-arm. “Gaaah!” Carrot yelled in surprise. Then, recognizing him, he exclaimed, “Hey, you’re the twins who tried to bring your parents back to life with that wacked-out tree!”
“If you think we’re familiar, you aught to speak to us,” said one of them - Carrot couldn’t tell which one.
“And, contrariwise, if you think we’re strangers, you aught to speak to us,” continued the other brother.
The bounced across a fallen tree stump, landed, and said together, “That’s logic!”
“I’ll just be leaving now,” Carrot said nervously.
In ridiculous Irish accents, they ranted musically about shaking hands and then ended, after ceasing to pump Carrot’s arms, by saying, “That’s manners!”
“Um, well, seeing as you know me already, I’ll be leaving.”
“But where are you going?” inquired one of the brothers.
“I’m looking for my friend, who’s been turned into a playboy bunny... er... oh, whatever...” The two boys ooohed and aaahed. “I’m curious to know why she’s ignoring me.”
“Oh, the oysters were curious, too!”
‘Oh no...’ thought Carrot.
The two weirdo Sorcerers launched into a story about a walrus and a carpenter - God only knew - who tricked some stupid oysters into their deaths. “The sun was shining bright... And this was odd because it was... the middle of the night!” they began. They kept singing, “We’re cabbages and kings,” and Carrot couldn’t help but think that they were more likely cabbage-heads than cabbages, or, for that matter, kings. When they mentioned, “Let’s speak of other things,” Carrot was hoping that maybe they would. It was all tragically musical, and Carrot though he might have to kill himself if they didn’t stop soon when they ended the story.
“The end!” the said enthusiastically.
“Well, that was tragic - in more than one way,” said Carrot curtly, and he ran off.
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