Wow! Alice in Wonderland is in the story. Is it a mixture of other fairytales, too? That would be great! Keep it up, Chloe!

The empty house of the Riddle family was covered in dust. Since it was left alone for fifty years, not being so would have been weird. Everything was normal, the storybook on the window ledge; the cups in the cupboard; when suddenly, Ceramic yelled out, "I can't take this!". Well, now you are wondering, "Can the cups talk?" Of course not, but these cups are enchated, aren't they? They can send brain waves that can make you think, "Oh, I heard something", even if there were no sound at all. Try taking that. Well, anyway, the storybook was tweetering. As if, it was litsening to Ceramic. "I don't care!" he said, " They should have taken us too!" There was a crank. It was Glass. "Quiet!" she said. Plastic, annoyed, let out a big grunt. "whatever! it's like no big deal, ceramic!" (Plastic talks like no capitals are used. You don't know until you hear it, she really does.) Ceramic was steaming. The storybook wobbled. Ceramic pouted. Wobble. He fronwed. Wobble. He opened his mouth. PLOP! The storybook fell to the ground, spreading color everywhere. The dust went away and strange plants grew from the ground. A white rabbit ran arcross the grass that started growing. "Hello!" A voice said. It was Alice.( Alice in Wonderland)