The Warriors made their way in a deep forest. Beardsley was a little startled by the atmosphere, but wasn't too frightened of it because the last time he had an adventure with a forest, the forest was a lot more dangerous than this one and was crawling with wolves, hungry for trespassers in their home.

"Now let's see." Said Vault. "Where were we?" he said.

There were signs saying things like "This Way" and "That Way".

"Hmm… We- We wonder which way we ought to go." Exclaimed Prim. The Warriors tried to decide where to go, but they heard an ominous singing.

Voice: Twas brilling and the slivey toves

Did gyre and gimble in the wabe

All mimsy in the borogroves

And the momeraths out to grabe

"Now, where in the world do you suppose that…?" Alicia started to ask herself and the Warriors as they both heard the unusual singing.

"Uh, lose something?" a voice asked.

The Warriors looked around, but didn't find anyone there with them. They both then looked surprised and saw a huge, malicious appearing grin in a tree before them.

"Oh! Well uh…" Alicia tried to explain but couldn't find the right words.

"We… We was um, no, we-we-we… we was just wondering." Exclaimed Prim.

"Oh, that's quite alright," the grin said, forming two eyes and a purple cat with striped appeared before them. "Oh, second chorus!" he began to sing again, then the Warriors realized what they were dealing with.

The Cat: Twas brilling and the slivey toves

Did gyre and gimble in the wabe

"Why, why you're a cat!" Beardsley pointed out.

"A Cheshire Cat." The feline replied. He then began to sing again and vanish before their eyes.

Cheshire Cat: All mimsy in the borogroves

"Oh wait! Don't go please!" cried Luu Luu.

"Very well." The cat came back. "Third chorus…"

"Oh, no, no, no, no, thank you, b-but we just wanted to ask you which way we ought to go." Connor explained.

"Well, that depends on where you want to get to." The cat said.

"Oh, it doesn't really matter, as long as we- -"

"Then it really doesn't matter which way you go." The cat's paw-prints started to disappear with him as they circled the Warriors. The cat jumped into another tree and became partially visible for them. "Oh, by the way, if you'd really like to know, he went that way."

"Who did?" the Warriors asked.

"The White Rabbit."

"He did?" Prim sounded excited, while the Warriors sounded homesick.

"He did what?"

"Went that way."

"Who did?"

"The White Rabbit!"

"What White Rabbit?"

"Didn't you just say… Oh, dear…" Claudia sounded impatient and irritated.

"Can you stand on your head?" the cat asked, literally standing on top of his head, never taking the grin off his face.

The Warriors groaned.

The cat hopped off his head and placed it back on his neck where it belonged.

"However, if I were looking for a white rabbit, I'd ask the Mad Hatter."

"Mad Hatter?" the Warriors asked.

Grave turned to a sign leading to the Mad Hatter, then looked back, nervously. "No, w-we…"

"Or, there's the March Hare in that direction." The cat suggested.

"Oh, thank you, we shall visit him." Vault smiled, going to see the March Hare for help.

"Of course… He's mad too…" the cat smirked.

"But, we don't want to go among mad people!" said Connor.

"Oh, you can't help it, almost everyone is mad here." The cat started to laugh kookily and suddenly stopped. "You may notice I'm not all there myself…" he then started to laugh again and vanished before their eyes.

The Cheshire Cat: And the momeraths out to grabe

"Goodness, if there are people like that, then we must try not to upset them." Said Beardsley.

The Warriors followed a path to see the mad people, hoping they could offer some help.