"Tay! Zac!" Isaac called.
"Isaac!" his brothers called.
But neither heard the other.
As Isaac walked, he wasn't really looking where he was going. He took a step, and when he didn't feel the ground beneath it, he looked down - into a black pit so deep he couldn't see the bottom.
And it was into this pit that he fell.
"Ahh!" he yelled.
And then, to his utter surprise, he saw... an umbrella? Hardly realising what he was doing, he grabbed it, opened it up, and his decent slowed.
As he fell, he could see all sorts of things floating in the air around him. Furniture mainly, some vases of flowers, baskets, bins, books... the list went on.
Then, at long last, he touched ground. It was a chimney. He crawled out of the soot and stepped into a bare room, there was only a table in it. And on the table was a single, solitary bottle with a tag on it that said 'drink me'.
Isaac gave it a cynical look.
"Oh, I know what this story is. You'd think the story line department - if there really is such a thing - could think up something more original."
On that, he tried getting up the chimney again. Then a strange voice floated towards him.
"Originality huh? Why don't you try drinking what's in the bottle!"
Isaac paused.
"But, I know what's gonna happen. I'll shrink!"
A non-committal breeze seemed to blow past. Although, what made Isaac think this, he wasn't completely certain.
In the end, black from the soot in an attempt to get up the chimney - unsuccessfully - he at last opened up the bottle and drank a sip.
A whirling portal opened up in front of him. Not knowing what else to do, he walked through it...
"Ike! We've been looking for you!" Taylor cried. "Where have you been?"
"Umm... Wonderland I think..." he replied with a frown.
"Wonderland?" Zac repeated.
"Yeah... I think this 'story line department' thing might actually exist after all... and it's seriously messing us around!"
"Well, I'm sick of it," Zac said. "I want to get home, and I want to get home now!"
He looked up at the sky.
"You've been wrecking everything!" he yelled. "What do you want, you, you, you pea-headed, fickle-minded, turtle-necked little weasel!"
There was a tense silence.
"Oh quit saying stuff like that!" Zac yells again. "Who do you think you are?"