He was furious. He really was, stomping around in circles outside of his house. Kicking up dirt, punching the wall, and strangely, clutching his hat. He was aware that the returning of his hat had something to do with the losing of his voice, but he hadn't been in town long enough to suspect the postman, of all people ( Read more... )

We pan in on our hero, Hatter, in his home in 915 Bilko Boulevard. By now, he's been awake for approximately six minutes, staring at the ceiling. No, he wasn't slowly waking from a groggy sleep, comfy in his bunny slippers as he realized he wasn't in his office ( Read more... )