Eat Me, Drink Me

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Scattered around the park are four smallish glass bottles filled with a mysterious liquid (tasting deliciously of cherry tart, custard, pinapple, roast turkey, toffy, and hot buttered toast). A paper label is attached to each, with the words "DRINK ME" beautifully printed on it in large letters.

Scattered elsewhere are four little glass boxes, containing small cakes on which the words "EAT ME" are beautifully marked in currants.

Neither is marked "poison," which is sensible since neither are poisonous. However, the Surgeon General, were he here, would probably be a little put out that other effects aren't warned about on the packaging.

((The bottles (in Frontierland, Tomorrowland, New Orleans Square, and Toon Town) make you shrink, the cakes (in Main Street, Fantasyland, Adventureland, and Critter Country) make you grow. Have fun!))

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((And then I forgot about you. Sorry!))

Sam looked confused.

"You thought what was alcohol?" he started, but at the same time he noticed the small bottle lying on the ground. He reached over and picked it up, reading the small label.

"Dude, you've gotta be kidding me."

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Bernard scowled, "Hey, I was prepared to try anything, even if it is textbook Alice in Wonderland." He made a very put out grunt, as if he expected something else.

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"If you really need a drink that bad, those guys John and Daniel make their own moonshine, and they seem to be giving it away to whoever wants some." Sam rubbed his forehead.

"The good thing about this is that if it's really Alice in Wonderland, there should be an eat me cake around here that will make you get bigger, right?"

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Bernard opened his mouth to say something, but then realised he best not tell anyone about his wine. "Still, you don't look a gift horse in the mouth. This horse just happened to decide it didn't like me and kicked me in the bollocks for my trouble."

Bernard raised an eyebrow, but it was difficult to see because he was so small, "How do you suggest I eat such a cake? The cake'll bloody well eat me."

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Sam couldn't help it; he laughed. Hard. The mental image coupled with Bernard's indignation was just too funny not to.

When he had recovered he said;

"Well, Alice manages it in the book, right? Maybe you don't have to eat the whole thing?" Sam didnn't remember the book all that well; high school English Lit. was a long time ago. "Or did she grow, like, every time she took a bite?"

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Bernard did remember the book and did know that, but then he wouldn't have anything to complain about, would he? He folded his arms and had a think about what he could grumble about, "Damn you for being so logical. And besides, why would I want to be stuck in some old children's book, written by a paedophile, best read whilst on lsd or some other drug which convinces you that cats are happy, hatters are mad, cards are human and can talk and that tea parties with all of the above are splendid ideas?" He was rather pleased with this particular bit of indignation and gave Sam a quizzical look. Or he gave his knees a quizzical look.

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Sam bit his lip as he tried to hold in his laughter.

"Now you sound like Dean," he said when Bernard complained about him being logical. "And I didn't say you would." He tilted his head to the side. "Could be worse. You could have found a cake first and be giant now."

It was at this point that some rather loud and deep bellowing (http://community.livejournal.com/dizzy_land/166401.html?thread=9579521#t9579521) caught their attention. Sam winced.

"No way, dude," he said dazedly, to no one in particular.

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Bernard looked up when he heard the loud voice, as if summoned on cue when Sam mentioned giants. Oh, it was Mr-Eighteenth-Century. Except now he was big enough to eat Bernard for breakfast. He let out a quiet 'meep', then tried to figure out how not to be squashed. "SAM! HELP ME. I'M GOING TO BE KILLED BY A HISTORICAL FIGURE," he shouted, but it still came out as an idignant squeak.

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Sam shook himself and tried to focus. This was not any more bizarre than the stuff he dealt with all the time, he told himself. It wasn’t true, but…

“Okay, well, I guess that makes the cake thing pretty certain,” he said, grasping rather desperately for some sanity. “Um, do you… want… me to carry you…?” He gave the tiny man a sympathetic sort of grimace, but at his current size Bernard was risking getting squished by a regular sized person, never mind a giant John Adams, and it would take him five times as long to get anywhere on his own legs.

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Bernard scowled at the suggestion and was about to put it down out of hand, but then giant, historical shoes were too close for his liking, so he ended up going, "If you really think we must. Although, I'd have managed. I would have."