As Tintin walked farther away from the tea party at the garden, he continued trying to search for the Professor. It seemed as if Tintin was almost ready to lose his mind over a little thing. But he seemed determined to find where it possibly was that the Professor was late for. At the same time, he felt extremely relieved to get away from that mad tea party.

"Oh, of all the ridiculous nonsense that I've forced myself to endure all this time," Tintin grumbled, "that was, by far, the stupidest tea party that I have ever been invited to!" Feeling angry, Tintin tried to find another path that would lead to the outside. "Well, I've just about had it with this nonsense. I don't even care about finding that rabbit of the Professor. I'm just going straight home. Straight home."

Tintin decided he would just forget everything that happened and finally go back home. "That rabbit; who cares if he's late for anything?" he told himself. "If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't even be...Huh? Tulgey Wood? Ummm..."

"Wait...I don't remember this place. How curious," Tintin muttered. "Let me see..." As Tintin was looking at the wooden sign, a bird shaped like round spectacles landed in front of his eyes. "Agh, please!" Tintin cried out, shooing the bird away. "No, no. Please. I don't need any more nonsense!"

Surveying the path before him, Tintin tried to retrace his steps. "So...if I came through this way," he said, "then I should probably go back...this way!" Hurriedly, he tried to cross the pond, unwittingly stepping on a duck, whose bill was shaped like cymbals.

"QUACK!" the duck crowed. "Oh! Oh, sorry!" Tintin exclaimed, retracting his leg. "Quack quack quack!" the duck quacked in protest, waddling away, with his cymbal-shaped beak crashing as it walked.

"Huh. I oughta write a story on this place when I get home," Tintin muttered as he kept on walking. "If I ever get home, that is." As he walked, he noticed the shadowy silhouettes of what looked to be birds. "Ah! Um, excuse me. Excuse me!" Tintin said. "Could you tell me wh-" Suddenly, the two birds, who had pencils for heads, flew from the branches. "Oh! Um okay, hehe, never mind." Tintin laughed nervously.

By then, the sun was beginning to set, causing the forest to look dark and eerie. "Oh, it's getting late. Nothing seems familiar to me now," Tintin said, nearly dodging a stork with a shovel for a beak. "But I should be glad to get out of-aaagh!" Tintin paused in frustration, for he discovered that he came back to the same place where he started. "Ugh, I just wish something would just make sense for a change!" Tintin grumbled.

By then, Tintin came across another wooden sign. "Huh? What's this?" he said, avoiding the three birds that had kettle drums in place of their bellies. "'Don't step on the momeraths'...what?" Tintin read out loud. His hunch was correct when he saw a path light up with purple light. "Aha, a path!" Tintin said, feeling happy.

He eagerly strode down the path, hoping it would lead to a way out. "Thank goodness, I knew a path was bound to turn up!" he said, pride filling his voice. "Gosh, if I hurry back, I may just turn up in time for tea at Marlinspike! Snowy's going to be so happy to see me! I can't wait till I-what?" Tintin's smile immediately faded when he found a green lion swishing his tail around, sweeping away the purple path.

"Oh. That's just great," Tintin mumbled sadly. "Now I...I'll never get out of this place." Tintin looked all around, trying to search for an answer. "Well, w-when one is lost, it's good advice to just...stay where you are...until someone finds you." He then found a flat-surfaced boulder.

"But I...Who would even think to find me here, in this dumb world?" Tintin sulked, seating himself on the boulder. "Good advice. If I had just listened to Heather, I wouldn't even be here," Tintin said, slowly starting to weep. "But that's the problem with me. I give myself some...good advice." Feeling alone and upset, Tintin hung his head, slowly singing:

"I never follow my advice

That explains the trouble I've been into

Being patient is good advice

But waiting makes me more curious

I'd like a little change,

Should something strange occur

Well...I went my merry way

But I never stop to reason

I could've known

There'd be a price to pay

Some day

I give my self some good advice

But I never follow my advice

Will I ever learn to do

The things that I should?

Will I ever learn...

Learn to do the things I...I should..."

Tintin hung his head, disappointed that he'd never make it out of this bizarre realm. Above him, the strange looking animals watched curiously as Tintin began to weep silently. By then, it seemed as if those animals were already edging closer to him.

A green-colored cat strode up to Tintin, who was too busy to notice. The cat sniffed his legs, gradually working its way up the stone. Then, it began to sniff Tintin's elbow. Cocking his head, Tintin noticed all the weird creatures circling him.

"Uh...Ah! No, no! Please!" Tintin cried out in despair. "Just go away! I've had it with this...stupid nonsense!" The animals,frightened by Tintin's sudden outburst, fled away in a panicked dash. Tintin then realized the truth dawning on him; he was beginning to lose his common sense. Burying his head in his arms, Tintin still wept.

Tintin still sobbed so much that he barely missed a familiar voice humming along to a particularly similar tune he had heard before. It was singing, "Hmm hm hm hm...and the momeraths outgrabe..."

It was not long when the Cheshire Cat appeared before Tintin. She took pity on the boy, for she found him sad and lonely. "Boy, what troubles you?" she asked. Tintin turned around and gave a small gasp. "Oh, Cheshire Cat. It's you," Tintin mumbled, drying his tears. "What are you doing here?"

"Well, who did you expect?" the Cheshire Cat asked Tintin. "That white rabbit, perchance?" "The Professor?" Tintin answered. "Well, I...Wait, no. I-I-I'm done looking for rabbits now. I just want to get out of here."

"Oh," the Cheshire Cat sighed with contempt. "B-But, I just can't seem to find another way out of this place without going mad," Tintin told her.

"Naturally," the Cheshire Cat said. "That's because you have no way, sir." "No way?" Tintin asked. "All ways you see here," the Cheshire Cat told him, "are the queen's ways."

"A queen?" Tintin asked, perking up. "But I've never met any queen before." "You haven't?" the Cheshire Cat asked. "YOU HAVEN'T? Oh, but you simply must! She would go mad about you, simply mad!" She then began to disappear into thin air, madly chanting, "Oh, and the momeraths outgrabe...!"

"Wait! Wait a minute! Please!" Tintin exclaimed. "B-But, where do I find this queen?" The Cheshire Cat then reappeared, smiling as she did so. Landing on top of a tree, she grinned at Tintin. "You know, boy, some go this way, some go that way," she said, pointing in different directions. "But for me, personally, I'd go for the shortcut."

With a wave of her hand, the Cheshire Cat opened a small hatched door on the tree where she stood. It opened to reveal a hedged maze, leading to a magnificent red and pink castle, surrounded by hearts.

Tintin's eyes lit up. "Well, it's not my way back home, but I hope this queen will certainly help me!" he said. Striding forward to the door, he took a second to gaze upon the Cheshire Cat. "Thank you, Cheshire Cat!" he said. Then, he disappeared into the tree.