I had just woken up, feeling a bit unsteady I glanced at my surroundings. I was in a large, exotic garden with no clue on how I was going to get out. Suddenly, a bright beam struck my eye, it was an antique teacup glistening in the sun. There was something bizarre about it though, the handle alone was the size of my leg! I approached this strange cup to examine it better. Instantly, the ground began to tremble. "Who so dares try to steal my precious teacup!" cried a nerve-racking voice. Who is this or what is he?