Sweetie Belle walked along through the greenery seeking the source of who or what is creating the smoky letters. She looked out from a wall of grass and saw something that caught her eye in amazement. A caterpillar, resembling Jet Set, wearing Moorish shoes on the lower half of his set of limbs is sitting on a mushroom singing the vowels Arabian style while smoking a hookah, to which the smoky letters are coming from. Sweetie Belle walked over towards a smaller mushroom and she stood on top of it, resting her elbows on the edge of the mushroom—the one the Jet Set caterpillar is sitting on—listening to his singing with content. Once the Jet Set caterpillar's singing had came to an end, he noticed Sweetie Belle beside him.
"Who...are...you?" the Jet Set caterpillar asked her suspiciously as he drew his body towards her, puffing out the letters 'O', 'R' and 'U' from his mouth.
"Well I...I...I hardly know, sir," Sweetie Belle said. "I came so many times since this morning, you see-"
"I do NOT see," the Jet Set caterpillar snobbishly said as he puffed out a C-shaped vapor. "Explain yourself."
"I'm afraid I can't explain myself, sir," said Sweetie Belle as the 'C' smoke swings around her right and left arm. "Because I'm not myself, you know."
"I do NOT know," said the Jet Set caterpillar.
"Well I can't put it anymore clearly for it isn't clear to me," Sweetie Belle said.
"You?! Who...ARE...you?!" the Jet Set caterpillar asked suspiciously again as he puffed out the letters 'O', 'R' and 'U' at Sweetie Belle, who had ducked from the 'O' and the 'R'.
"Well... don't you think you ought to tell me-"
Before Sweetie Belle could finish her question, the 'U' smoke struck her in the face, causing her to cough.
"...Who you are first?" Sweetie Belle asked as she emitted a small O-shaped vapor.
"Why?" the Jet Set caterpillar asked as he puffed out a Y-shaped vapor.
Sweetie Belle sat down on the mushroom on her knees. "Oh, dear. Everything is so confusing."
"It is not," said the Jet Set caterpillar as he climbed up a leafy plant, puffing out a knot-shaped vapor.
"Well it is to me," said Sweetie Belle.
"Why?" the Jet Set caterpillar asked as he puffed out a Y-shaped vapor.
"Well I can't remember things as I used to, and-"
"Recite," said the Jet Set caterpillar as he puffed out an odd shape vapor.
"Hmm? Oh! Oh, yes, sir," said Sweetie Belle as she stood up and did a curtsy. "Um... 'How does the busy little bee improve each-'"
"Stop!" the Jet Set caterpillar blurted and he landed down on the mushroom. "That is not spoken correctically, it goes..."
Before the Jet Set caterpillar begins, he takes a smoke from his hookah. "'How...'"
The Jet Set caterpillar noticed that no smoke is coming out of the hookah and he looked into the nozzle and shook it. He looked down and saw that the third set of his limbs are grasping onto the hose of the hookah and he indignantly smacked them in order for them to let go of it. Sweetie Belle giggled and the Jet Set caterpillar shot her a crossed look and then he cleared his throat. He puffed out a cloud of smoke that's in the shape of a crocodile.
"'How does the little crocodile...improve his shining tail... and pour the waters of the Nile...on every golden scale?' 'How cheer-'"
The Jet Set caterpillar gets interrupted as the end of his body dangles from the edge of the leaf and he indignantly cleared his throat while pulling his end up onto the leaf. Sweetie Belle giggled again and the Jet Set caterpillar continued, puffing out a few sets of vapors that are in the shape of the crocodile's face, the crocodile's claws, and three fishes.
"'How cheerfully he seems to grin... How neatly he spreads his claws... And welcomes little fishes in...with gently, smiling jaws.'"
"Well I must say I never heard it that way before," said Sweetie Belle.
"I know, I have im-proved it," said the Jet Set caterpillar as he puffed out a pair of O's.
"Well-" Sweetie Belle said but then she coughed as the O's hit her face. "If you asked me..."
"You...? Who...ARE...you?!" the Jet Set caterpillar asked unconvincingly as he puffed out the letters 'O', 'R' and 'U' at Sweetie Belle, causing her to cough and then she sneezed, which made her fall to the ground.
Fed up with the Jet Set caterpillar's spitefulness, Sweetie Belle scoffed and she stormed off before stopping to kick a cloud of smoke off her foot. She looks back at the Jet Set caterpillar and she haughtily sticks her nose in the air, going through the greenery.
"You there! Girl! Wait! Come back!" the Jet Set caterpillar called out to Sweetie Belle while climbing up to the top of the leafy plant and Sweetie Belle overhears his cry as she poked out from some blades of grass.
"I have something important to say!"
"Oh, dear," Sweetie Belle griped and she returns all the way back to the Jet Set caterpillar. "I wonder what he wants now."
While Sweetie Belle makes her way back, the Jet Set caterpillar is lying down on his back on the mushroom smoking his hookah, puffing out rings of smoke. Sweetie Belle walked up to the Jet Set caterpillar, crossing her arms.
"Well?" Sweetie Belle asked sternly.
"Keep...your...temper," said the Jet Set caterpillar as he puffed out a projectile vapor at the rings like a target.
"Is that all?" Sweetie Belle asked incredulously.
"No," the Jet Set caterpillar said as he overturned himself on his limbs. "Exakitically, what is your problem?" he asked as he puffed out some more vapors.
"Well it's exakitica... exakitica... Well, it's precisely this: I should like to be a little larger, sir," Sweetie Belle said.
"Why?" the Jet Set caterpillar asked as he puffed out a question mark-shaped vapor.
"Well after all, three inches is such a wretched height-"
"I, am exakitically three inches high...and it is a very good height...INDEED!" the Jet Set caterpillar said with self-assertion, puffing the hookah heavily which resulted in the smoke to thicken as it expands; which engulfed him.
"But I'm not used to it!" Sweetie Belle retorted and she stood on top of the small mushroom. "And you needn't...SHOUT!"
The smoke cleared away from Sweetie Belle's yelling, revealing what was left of the Jet Set caterpillar; his outer layer, and his shoes.
"Oh dear," said Sweetie Belle with concern as she picked up one of the Jet Set caterpillar's shoes.
"By the way, I have a few more helpful hints," came the Jet Set caterpillar's voice and Sweetie Belle looked up and saw that the Jet Set caterpillar had now became a butterfly. "One side will make you grow taller..."
"One side of what?" Sweetie Belle asked.
"And the other side will make you grow shorter," the Jet Set butterfly said.
"The other side of what?!" Sweetie Belle asked again with a shout.
"THE MUSHROOM, OF COURSE!" the Jet Set butterfly barked irately as he zoomed close to Sweetie Belle, causing her to fall down on her back and then he flies away into the air.
Sweetie Belle looks at both sides of the mushroom and she took a piece off from one side and the other. "One side will make me grow... But which is which? Hmm... After all that's happened I... I wonder if I... I don't care."
Sweetie Belle takes a bite of the mushroom piece in her right hand. "I'm tired of being only three inches high..." she said and then she suddenly begins to grow bigger and bigger the third time, thrusting headfirst through a tree with a nest on top of her head that's occupied by a bird, resembling Cloudy Quartz, who had let out a loud cackle once Sweetie Belle had stopped growing.
The Cloudy Quartz bird looked down amongst the giant Sweetie Belle and she gasped in horror. "A serpent!" she exclaimed and she jumped up from her nest. "HEEEEEEELP! HEEEELP! SERPENT! SERPENT!"
"Oh but please, please!" Sweetie Belle implored.
"Off with you, shoo shoo, go away, serpent!" the Cloudy Quartz bird told Sweetie Belle angrily and she began flying in circles around Sweetie Belle's head. "Ser-PEEEEEEEEENT!"
"But I'm NOT a serpent!" Sweetie Belle assured, causing the Cloudy Quartz bird to screech to a halt in mid-flight.
"Indeed?" the Cloudy Quartz bird queried and she landed on Sweetie Belle's nose. "Then, just what are you?"
"I'm just a little girl," Sweetie Belle said.
"Little? Hah, little?!" the Cloudy Quartz bird questioned incredulously and she laughed uproariously.
"Well I am!" Sweetie Belle said with confidence and she looked down at her towered self. "I mean, I was."
The Cloudy Quartz bird landed on Sweetie Belle's nose again. "Aaand, I suppose you don't eat eggs, either."
"Yes, I do," said Sweetie Belle.
"I KNEW it, I knew it!" the Cloudy Quartz bird gloated and then she starts flying around Sweetie Belle's head again. "SERPENT! Ser-PEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENT!"
"Oh for goodness sake!" Sweetie Belle peevishly said and she looked at the mushroom piece in her left hand. "And the other side will..."
"A very idea, spend all my time laying eggs to serpents like her," the Cloudy Quartz bird resentfully said as she gathered up her eggs from her nest.
Sweetie Belle takes a bite of the mushroom piece in her left hand and she swiftly shrinks down, causing the Cloudy Quartz bird to fall precautiously into her nest which had landed on a forked branch. The Cloudy Quartz bird catches each of her eggs in panic, preventing them from being smashed to the ground and then she glares down at Sweetie Belle.
"Goodness," said Sweetie Belle, who had shrunk back down to puny size. "I wonder if I'll ever get the knack of it."
Sweetie Belle looks at the mushroom piece in her right hand and she raised her left hand high above her head, evaluating a particular height. She takes a lick of the mushroom piece and she swiftly grew back into her normal size.
"There, that's MUCH better," said Sweetie Belle and she examines the two mushroom pieces in her hands. "Hmm... better save these."
Sweetie Belle puts the mushroom pieces in the pockets of her apron as she presses on.
A couple minutes later Sweetie Belle finds herself in the middle of the woods with multiple pathways leading to various directions; with lots of directional signs mounted on trees.
"Now let's see, where was I?" Sweetie Belle said and she walked slowly while looking at the signs. "Hmm. I... wonder which way I ought to go."
Sweetie Belle hears the sound of singing, accompanied with some colorful illuminations gleaming in various areas among the trees.
'Twaaaaaaaaaas brillig
And the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe
All mimsyyyyy
Were the borogoves
And the mome raths...outgraaaaaaaaabe
Sweetie Belle looked around to see where the singing was coming from. "Now where in the world do you suppose that-?"
"Lose something?" the voice asked Sweetie Belle, which belonged to that of Discord.
"Oh!" Sweetie Belle exclaimed as she got startled, chuckling nervously as she saw a toothy smile floating above a tree branch. "I...I was—n-no, I-I-I-I mean, uh, I was just wondering-"
"Well that's...quite all right," said the disembodied mouth of Discord's. "One moment, please."
Discord's eyes dropped down above his mouth and he emitted some harmonica tones via teeth.
"Second course..." Discord said and his body gradually materializes, which surprisingly happens to be in the form of a cat; with a grayish-tan head with tufts of black fur on top, along with his usual white goatee under his chin; a brown and grayish-tan striped body; and a broad, reddish-brown and grayish-tan striped tail with a broad, grayish-tan tip on the end.
"'Twas brillig...and the slithy toves... Did gyre and gimble in the wabe."
"Why... Why you're a cat," Sweetie Belle pointed out.
"A Discord Cat," said the Discord cat as he greeted by raising his detachable ears with his tail and then he drew his tail in front of him, making himself disappear.
"Alllll mimsy...were the borogoves..."
"Oh wait! Don't go, please!" Sweetie Belle told the Discord cat.
"Very well," said the Discord cat as he lifted his tail, revealing a portion of himself and then he drew his tail away, revealing the rest of his body. "Third course..."
"Oh no no no no, thank you, but...but I just wanted to ask you which way I ought to go," said Sweetie Belle.
"Well...that depends...on where...you want to get to," the Discord cat said.
"Oh it really doesn't matter," said Sweetie Belle. "As long as I-"
"Then... it really doesn't matter...which way...you go," said the Discord cat and he dived backwards off the branch while gradually fading away.
The Discord cat, who is invisible, chuckled while leaving a trail of paw prints behind along the path. His paw prints split apart as they went around Sweetie Belle and then he leaps up onto another tree branch as he gradually reappears.
"Ohhh, by the way... If you really like to know, he went...that way," the Discord cat said as he pointed at one direction.
"Who did?" Sweetie Belle asked.
"The white rabbit," the Discord cat answered.
"He did?!" Sweetie Belle asked happily.
"He did what?" the Discord cat asked.
"Went that way," said Sweetie Belle as she pointed.
"Who did?" the Discord cat asked again.
"The white rabbit," said Sweetie Belle, sounding a bit irritated.
"What rabbit?" said the Discord cat.
"But didn't you just say, I mean—oh, dear," Sweetie Belle muttered as she turned the other way, crossing her arms.
"Can you stand on your head?" the Discord cat asked while literally standing on top of his detached head, much to Sweetie Belle's discontent as she scoffed.
The Discord cat reattached his head back onto his body. "However...if I were looking for a white rabbit... I'd asked the Snips Hatter," he said as he pointed at something with his thumb.
"Snips Hatter?!" Sweetie Belle questioned as she looked at a sign that says "Snips Hatter".
"Yes," the Discord cat said. "But I must warn you: he's mad."
Sweetie Belle waved her hands with rejection. "No. I-I-I-"
"Or... there's the Snails Hare...in THAT direction," the Discord cat said as he pointed to said direction.
"Uh, thank you, I think I shall visit him," said Sweetie Belle.
"Of course...he's mad too," the Discord cat said.
"But I don't WANT to go among mad people," said Sweetie Belle.
"Oh, you can't help that. Most everyone's mad here," said the Discord cat, followed by a maniacal laugh. "Yoooou may have noticed...that I'm not all there...myself," he said as his body fades away, leaving behind his coily, grayish-tan stripes as they start disappearing along through its course and then he sang the last part of the song as his head, eyes, and mouth fade away as well.
"And the mome raths...outgraaaaaabe!"
"Goodness," said Sweetie Belle and she headed towards her location. "If the people here are like that I... I must try not to upset them."