T he Cheshire followed Constance more confused than ever. However, it was a spectacular scene ahead.
The sight of Alice sliding down--or up?--the back of the beastly Jabberwocky who was lowering his head to talk to Jack while the world was set on a hot grill of fire all around, that was an epic palette he had never thought he would see.
He stopped, watching Constance run around the Jabberwocky’s tail, probably trying to climb up to Alice. Smart girl, she was silent all the way, not distracting the Jabberwocky from Jack distracting him.
As for the scene of Jack and the Jabberwocky, the Cheshire had to hide in the shadows as he laughed.
“Do you really mean it?” the Jabberwocky said to Jack.
“I’m your son, and want to do anything to please you,” Jack sounded fake like a ninety-year-old’s makeup.
Still, the Cheshire enjoyed it. Why weren’t the BBC’s cameras around anymore? This was hilariously epic.
Alice tried to shush Constance away as the little girl climbed up toward her. The Cheshire couldn’t hear but she was probably telling her it’s dangerous. He doubted this little annoying girl feared anything.
He wanted to listen to what the Jabberwocky was telling Jack but he noticed the children’s voices were filling the air. Not only was wind whirling everywhere, lightning hit occasionally, but the words read by children all over the world somehow sounded nearby as a soundtrack.
Constance was still climbing up — which now was down — after Alice who had reached the back of the Jabberwocky’s head.
It puzzled the Cheshire what Alice’s plan had been in the first place. Sure Jack was there to buy her time, but she didn’t try to stab the Jabberwocky from behind — not that it would have worked due to his enormous size.
He wondered what her plan was?
Also, why were Alice and Constance so determined to make things right, enough to sacrifice their lives? Since he had made up his mind to become a real person and choose a side, those guys in the Inklings confused him. Wasn’t it easier and reasonable to be a Black Chess? Pure evil. To the point. A ton of fun and power. All he had was to look to Black Chess’s boss, some terrifying beast that looked like a dragon.
Why Inklings? Too enthusiastic, little resources, and hardly winning.
All he had to do was to look at the small sizes of Constance and Alice on the back of the big beast. He really had to reconsider.
Suddenly, he heard what the Jabberwocky told Jack.
“Well, that’s a good one,” the Cheshire told himself, enjoying the last show on earth.
“If you want to prove your loyalty,” Jabberwocky told his son. “Kill Alice.”
Dun. Dun. Dun. The Cheshire thought. The plot thickened.
Jack, the fake, hesitated, but then mustered the courage to say, “I will, father, once I find her.”
“Then go find her and bring me her chopped off head.” the Jabberwocky growled.
The Cheshire admired that dark voice of the beast. If only he had one like that.
But Jack seemed disappointed when the Jabberwocky began to turn away. Sure he still wanted to distract the beast, but it seemed like there had been more to his plan than the obvious.
“Wait!” he called. “You have to lift me up, Father.”
The Jabberwocky stopped turning with frowning eyebrows. “Why?”
Jack shrugged, “Because,” he hesitates some more. “I see her on your back.”
The Jabberwocky’s eyes reddened and looked like he was about to shake his whole body to ruffle her away—and probably kill everything within a few miles radius, including the Cheshire himself.
“Wait, no!” Jack pleaded. “Lift me up,” he said. “Let me kill her for you and prove my loyalty.”
The Cheshire was surprised to see a large smirk on the beast’s face, with a lot of lava-saliva drooling. Funny how even an evil beast favored having sons and daughters in their reign.
Slowly the Jabberwocky pulled Jack up toward his face, the same moment Alice was clawing right above the beast’s forehead. The Cheshire saw Alice and Jack nod at each other.
What in whacky Wonderland’s name did they have in mind?