With the sassiest of intentions, Hare swiped the bedsheet off Mr. Proop's head and glared at him with eyes so squinted they were nearly closed. Accordingly, Hatter did the same to Mr. Dodgson. They hadn't any words prepared, so they just kept on squinting until the two captive men started squirming in their bonds.

"Sir, I must warn you-"

"QUIET! We'll do the warning here," Hatter interrupted Dodgson.

"I MUST WARN YOU THAT-"

"AH AH AH!"

"I MUST WARN YOU THAT ARRANGEMENTS HAVE ALREADY BEEN MADE WITH THE MOMERATHS AND THEY ARE MORE THAN INCLINED, NAY, BRIMMING WITH HASTE," Dodgson screamed over him, though little did he know that Hatter had made a subtle request to Hare, who started digging around in his jacket. "TO BURST FROM THE FORESTS AND SWARM THE KINGDOM, SHOULD I BLOW THIS SPECIAL MOMERATH WHISTLE!" Even with his arms strapped to a chair, he managed to slip the whistle out several inches from his pocket, but Hatter just scooped it away. "Sir, that is COMPLETELY RUDE," he started, but Hare's arms jutted from behind him and slapped a strip of duck tape over his mouth. "MMM!! MMGHGHH!!!"

"I agree! That has to be the rudest thing you have done thus far!" Mr. Proops began. Both Hatter and Hare snapped their necks in his direction.

"Don't tell me you plan to be as talkative!" Hare threatened.

"No, I'll be less talkative--"

"--Good, because I just ran out of tape--" He replied, tossing the empty cardboard ring over his shoulder.

"--But still!" Mr. Proops snapped his mouth shut and turned up his nose, looking anywhere but to them, and it was just enough to send his captors back to aggressive hovering and overly squinty glares. Dodgson was trying his best to look intimidating despite the fact that he was smothered in a cacoon of rope.