HAHA STREET, DEPARTMENT OF INSANITY
I nspector Dormouse looked back and forth between his officers and the Lewis Carroll man. “Well, that’s the first time we’ve ever caught a criminal in this department.” He chuckled. “Unless you count last week’s rabbit a criminal, which I didn’t end up catching anyway.”
The Lewis Carroll man said nothing. It made everyone worry. These kinds of Wonderland Monsters were never really constrained by bars. Something was wrong.
“My name isn’t Lewis Carroll,” the monster finally spoke, gritting his teeth against the headache. “Carolus Ludovicus.”
“Okay?” Inspector Mouse said.
“Those bars mean nothing to me. I can break through anytime I want,” Carolus said. “But, I am giving you the pleasure of catching me, under one condition.”
“And what could that be?” Inspector Dormouse asked.
“Tell the Queen of England I want to meet her. I know how to stop the plague. But I’ll only do it if she gives me the cure for my headaches in exchange.”