After that chaotic mess, Tintin shrunk back to his tiny size as he had collapsed in a pile of leaves. At least the mushroom helped him shrink back down to a diminutive height. It was good that he managed to get tiny again so he wouldn't have to bother any other creature ever again. But Tintin was still not happy. He found it upsetting that he had gotten tiny again.

Once he popped up from the leaves, Tintin found himself back to miniature size. "Oh crumbs," he mumbled, struggling to stand up. "Now I wonder if I'll ever get the hang of this." He brushed a bit of dust off his trousers as he stood up.

With that, Tintin held his hand high to try and figure out how he could grow back to his normal size. Looking at the mushroom in his hand and back to his arm, Tintin wondered. If he bit that thing again, he'd grow to gigantic size again. There was no way he'd be doing that ever again. Then, Tintin had an idea.

Sticking out his tongue, Tintin licked the mushroom on his left hand. Suddenly, he grew back to his normal height. "Ah, now that feels better," Tintin told himself, finally relieved. Eyeing the two mushroom pieces in his hands, his eyes lit up. "I have to save these," he muttered, putting the pieces in both sides of his pocket. With that, Tintin continued his trek into the woods.

...

While exploring the woods, Tintin then came across a cluster of trees, all decorated with signs pointing to either direction. Up, down, left, right; anywhere the signs pointed, that was the direction. "Huh, now where was I?" Tintin wondered aloud. He looked at the different signs, trying to interpret which way. "Now which direction do I take?" he asked himself.

"Oh, 'twas brillig, and the slithy toves, did gyre and gimble about in the wabe. All mimsy are the borogroves, and the momeraths wil outgrabe..."

At that moment, Tintin whirled around. He swore he could've heard a voice singing that mysterious and wildly out of tune poem. But there was no one around. Who could've said that?

"Huh," Tintin began to ponder. "Now I wonder where in the world that could've come from...?" "Did you lose something?" Tintin turned around, trying to find the source of the dialogue. "Oh!" he exclaimed. "Hehe, I-I was just...no, no, no. I-I, um...I was just, em...wondering if..." He then looked up to find a toothy grin staring back at him.

"Oh, that's quite all right," the strangely female voice answered. "Oh, errm...one second please. Ah! Second chorus, that's right." She then began to sing, "'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves, ever did gyre and gimble about in the wabe..."

Soon, out of thin air, a figure appeared. Was that Malina? Tintin did not know if he was hallucinating, because he thought he was looking at Malina, wearing a pink and purple striped jumpsuit, complete with cat ears and a matching tail.

"Malina?" Tintin asked. "You-You're a cat?!" "Who?" the cat person asked. "Why, I'm a Cheshire Cat." She then began to disappear, leaving behind a smile that sang, "All mimsy are the borogroves..."

"No, no! Don't go! Wait!" Tintin pleaded. The Cheshire Cat then reappeared, still smiling. "Very well then. Time for a third chorus!" she said, starting to sing.

"No, no, no, no. No thank you," Tintin said. "I just needed a bit of help from you. You see, I just wanted to know which way to go." "Hmmm, that depends on which way you want to get to, sir," the Cheshire Cat told him. "Ah, well. It doesn't really matter," Tintin said. "I just need to..."

"Then it doesn't matter which way you go, dear," the Cheshire Cat had told Tintin. Then, she began to sing, "Hmmmm...and the momeraths outgrabe..." She then paused. "Oh, and by the way, my boy," she told Tintin, "if you really do want to know, he went that way," she said, pointing the opposite direction.

"Really?" Tintin asked. "Who did?" "The white rabbit, of course," the Cheshire Cat told him. "He did?" Tintin asked.

"Who did what?" the Cheshire Cat asked, curious.

"He went that way?" Tintin asked.

"Who did?" the Cheshire Cat asked again.

"The white-Professor Calculus!" Tintin exclaimed.

"What rabbit?" The Cheshire Cat asked, still clueless.

"But I though you just said...I mean-Oh crumbs!" Tintin said, exasperated. "Can you stand on your head?" the Cheshire Cat asked him. As she said this, her head magically popped off her body as it stood on top of the head. "Oh dear!" Tintin said, surprised.

Reattaching her head onto her body, the Cheshire Cat smiled at Tintin. "You know, dear," she said, "if I were looking for a white rabbit, I would ask the Mad Hatter." "The Mad Hatter?" Tintin asked. "That's what I said," the Cheshire Cat replied. "I would consider asking the Mad Hatter if I were looking for a white rabbit.

"Um...No, no. I don't-I..." Tintin stuttered. "Or...you could ask the March Hare too," the Cheshire Cat reminded him. "And they're right over there, in that direction." She pointed to the right, indicating a purple lit path.

"Ah," Tintin said. "Thank you. I should like to visit this, erm, Mad Hatter." "Aye, of course, she's mad too," the Cheshire Cat had told him. "B-But I don't want to be amongst mad people!" Tintin said, worried. He then continued walking toward the indicated path.

"Oh, you can't help it, don't you?" the Cheshire Cat told Tintin. "We're all a little mad here. Ha ha ha! And you may have noticed...I'm not all there myself." She then began to disappear into thin air, leaving behind only a smile tht sang,

"And the momeraths outgrabe..."