Sweetie Belle stormed towards the junction in the middle of the woods after leaving Snips' place and she stopped and looked back.
"Well I've had enough nonsense," Sweetie Belle said and she stamped her foot with anger. "I'm going home. Straight home!"
Sweetie Belle went down another path that leads into a darker area beyond the woods. "That rabbit," she muttered, about Angel Bunny. "Who cares where he's going anyway. Why, if it hadn't been for him I-"
Sweetie Belle stopped and saw a wooden sign mounted on a tree that says "TULGEY WOOD". "'TULGEY WOOD'," she read. "Hm, curious. I don't remember this."
Unbeknownst to Sweetie Belle, a bunch of eyes appeared in the darkness among the tree. One of the eyes, which turns out to be a pair of live eyeglasses—with the characteristics of a bird—emerged from the darkness and it walked along the top edge of the sign, looking at Sweetie Belle with curiosity.
"Now let me see..." said Sweetie Belle and the glasses bird landed in front of her face unbeknownst to her, giving her a bespectacled look.
Sweetie Belle came across a tree where a bird, whose head is that of a mirror—with a lack of eyes—leapt over near the end of the branch. "Oh!" she exclaimed with surprise when she saw the mirror-headed bird before her and she looked closely at it, with the reflection of the glasses bird on her face shown, making it look like the mirror-headed bird have eyes.
"No-no, please. No more nonsense," Sweetie Belle said as she took the glasses bird off her face and placed it next to the mirror-headed bird and she pressed on, leaving the mirror-headed bird and the glasses bird bewildered as they watch her go elsewhere.
Sweetie Belle stopped before a log in her direction. "Now... If I came this way... I should go back this way," she said and she clambered over the log and she inadvertently stepped on a live vehicle horn with duck feet which blared out a loud, harsh toot; causing it and its little horn ducklings to flee.
"Oh, I beg your pardon!" Sweetie Belle apologized.
The horn ducklings began walking into the pond which was told by the mother duck horn who is peeved over Sweetie Belle's intrusion. The mother duck horn tooted angrily at Sweetie Belle and then it jumped into the pond and swam off.
Over in another area of the pond, two frogs are sitting on lily pads croaking. One has the body of a drum while the other has the head of two cymbals. They began hopping over each other from one lily pad to another producing percussive sounds in the process.
"My goodness," said Sweetie Belle and she began to walk carefully along the stepping stones across the pond. "When I get home I should write a book about this place. If I... If I ever DO get home."
Sweetie Belle hears the sound of high-pitched squeaky laughter nearby as she made it to the other side of the pond. She looked over beyond another log and saw some vultures, whose bodies are that of umbrellas, wading in another pond showering underneath flowing water that's gushing out from a fruit of some sort which is attached to a tree branch.
"Oh, um, excuse me!" Sweetie Belle called out to the umbrella vultures, giving their attention to her. "Um, could one of you tell me-?!"
Frightened, the umbrella vultures began to fly away. They landed on a tree branch high above Sweetie Belle and each of them shot a glare down at her.
Sweetie Belle chuckled nervously. "Never mind," she said and she took off.
Sweetie Belle continued on wandering aimlessly through the darkness of the woods, attempting to find a way out. A sound of a crowing bird is heard in the distance behind her, which caught her ears as she looked back.
"Oh dear, it's getting dreadfully dark," Sweetie Belle said. "And nothing looks familiar."
Sweetie Belle looked and saw a long-legged bird of some sort, whose head is that of a shovel, digging a hole on the ground and dumping the soil onto one side. Then it scrapes some of the dugged-up soil into the hole with its feet and then it starts to dig up another hole.
"I shall certainly be glad to get out of-"
Sweetie Belle bumped into another bird that's hanging on a tree branch on its lower bill; with its body that of a bird cage in which the cage door opened up, releasing two little birds that was inside it. The cage bird dropped down from the branch and it went after the fleeing birds, attempting to capture them with its bill. Once it finally catches them, it swallows them back down to its cagey body and the birds perched back up onto the playtime swing.
Up in a tree, an owl, whose neck is that of an accordion, lets out a hoot and then it starts to take off in flight, producing accordion sounds as it extends and retracts its neck. Sweetie Belle ducked down as the accordion-necked owl swooped down above her.
"It would be so nice if something would make sense for a change," said Sweetie Belle and she kept on walking.
Somewhere in the woods, two birds, whose heads are that of hammers, are pounding nails through a slab of wood onto a tree while two other birds, whose heads are that of pencils, are roosting on the top edge of the wood slab.
Sweetie Belle came out from a gap between two trees and she looked over at the birds' labor. "Oh!" she exclaimed.
The pencil-headed birds began writing something on the wood slab, along with other wooden slabs that are nailed onto a drooping branch.
"'DON'T'...'STEP'...'ON'...'THE'...'MOME RATHS'," Sweetie Belle read. "The mome raths?!"
The mome raths, which are a bunch of little, colorful, fuzzy creatures with a pair of eyes and a pair of tubular limbs, popped up from the ground and they ran pass Sweetie Belle, forming into the shape of an arrow. Sweetie Belle gasped as the mome raths pointed over at a starting path.
"A path!" Sweetie Belle exclaimed with elation. "Oh, thank goodness!"
Sweetie Belle heads off down the path. "I'd just knew I find one sooner or later," she said while ducking underneath some branches along the way. "If I hurry back I might even...be home in time for tea. Oh, won't Opal be happy to see me! I just can't wait 'til I-"
Sweetie Belle stopped running and she gasped in shock when she saw something up ahead. A dog; whose head and tail tip is that of a broom bristle is sweeping the path clean off, going towards Sweetie Belle's direction. Once the broom dog had came upon Sweetie Belle, it went around her and it resumed erasing the path, using its broom tail.
"Oh, dear," said Sweetie Belle, sounding a bit tearful. "Now I—now I shall never get out."
Sweetie Belle walked over to a large, flat rock. "Well... When one's lost, I... I suppose it's good advice," she said as she sat down on the rock. "Just stay where you are... until someone finds you. But—but who'd ever think to look for me here?"
The pencil-headed birds, who are roosting on the branch of a tree, looked at each other with confusion over Sweetie Belle's question.
"Maybe if... If I'd listened earlier, I wouldn't BE here," Sweetie Belle said and three of the umbrella vultures, two of the glasses birds, and the mome raths overhears her lamentation. "But that's the trouble with me... I'd give myself...very good advice..."
But I very seldom follow it
That explains the trouble that I'm alllll-ways iiin
(The other strange birds came into view and they gathered around Sweetie Belle, listening to her melancholic song with sympathy.)
Be patient...is very good advice
But the waiting makes me curious
And I love the change
Should something strange
Begin
(Sweetie Belle dries her tears with a handkerchief.)
Well... I...went along...my merry ways
And I never stop to reason
I...should have known...there'd be a price to pay
Someday
(Background Chorus) Someday
(Sweetie Belle) Someday
(Background Chorus) Someday
(Sweetie Belle) I...give myself...very good advice
But I very seldom...follow it
(Sweetie Belle cries and the strange birds cried along with her as well. While doing so, they began disappearing into thin air.)
Will I...ever learn..to do...the things...I should? *sob*
(Background Chorus) Will I ever learn
Learn to do the things IIIII shouuuuuld?
After Sweetie Belle's melancholic song ended, a white crescent-shaped moon gradually appears in the air among the darkness. A vague humming sound his heard and the "moon" tilted sideways, which turned out to be the toothy smile of the Discord cat, who gradually materialized on top of a tree.
"And the mome raths...outgrabe!" the Discord cat sang and Sweetie Belle looked behind and saw the Discord cat.
"Oh, Discord Cat, it's you!" Sweetie Belle gratefully said.
"Mmmm, did you expect...the white rabbit, perchance?" the Discord cat asked as he placed his splitted tail tip on the top back side of his head like a pair of rabbit ears.
"Oh no no no. I-I-I'm through with rabbits," Sweetie Belle said. "I wanna go home!" she exclaimed and she blew her nose into the handkerchief. "But I can't find my way."
"Naturally. That's because you have no way," said the Discord cat. "All ways here you see are the—queen's way," he said as he imitated a vain queen.
"But I never met any queen," said Sweetie Belle.
"You haven't?" the Discord cat questioned. "You HA-VENT?! Ohhhh, but you must! She'll be MAD about you; simply mad!"
The Discord cat reclined on his back and he began disappearing while singing. "And the mome raths...outgrabe!"
"Please, please!" Sweetie Belle told the Discord cat. "How can I find her?"
"Well, some go this way..." said the Discord cat as he does a jogging movement. "Some go that way... But as for me, myself, personally, I prefer the shortcut."
The Discord cat pulled on a tree limb which happens to be a lever and a large portion of the tree trunk opened like a hatch, revealing a daylight scenery with a grassy lane that's surrounded by two hedge walls on either side and a castle seen beyond the horizon.
"Oh!" Sweetie Belle exclaimed and she slowly steps up to the entrance. Once she'd stepped into the entry, she hears the sound of humming and whistling in the distance and she headed off down the lane.