a while after running, daniel knew that the baby in his hands has changed. the baby wasn't a human anymore, and it was a animal, a pig, that looked like it was too big to carried.

"something wrong, bud?" he asked the baby, who was now a pig.

the pig looked down to the grass. it hopped off daniel's hands and ran off. the wrapper used for the baby has dropped onto the grass and had vanished completely.

the two boys were surrendered by a forest by then, and they were pretty much getting lost for a minute.

"well, which way do we go?" scott asked, walking through the long trees. "what do you wanna hear, scott?" said daniel in an upsetting tone, running up to scott.

"well, i pretty much like-" the teenage boy said before he got interrupted by the karate kid.

"no, the only little thing you wanna hear from me is that i know that you like this place," daniel said, running to a tree. "but it sucks for me! I HATE THIS PLACE! I HATE IT!" the poor upset boy began punching onto the tree. "i just wanna go home.. why can't we just go back home?"

he punched on the tree one last time, before turning to scott, who was holding his body and had never seen him like this before.

"look, i understand you don't like this place, but," he soothed. "i'm sure we'll be back home again sometime."

as he said those words, a grin appeared beside a tree and daniel calmed himself down for a few seconds.

eyes popped on top of the grin, and a whole body of a cat was seen, sitting in a tree.

"that way," the cat said. "is where you want to go to." scott looked up to the cat for a little chat.

"i remember you," said scott. "you were the one in which the duchess called you a cheshire cat."

the cat nodded. "of course i was," it said, vanishing to another tree. daniel was in awe to never see an animal teleport before.

"let me ask you something," said the cat. "where did that baby go?"

"it turned into a pig," said daniel, not sure what was very strange for cats to talk.

"just like i should," said the cat, showing off a big grin.

"cheshire cat," said scott, putting his hands behind his back. "can you tell us how to get to that hole that looks like a garden or something?"

the cat had a few minutes to look around for paths, and after that, it found some. "if you asked," it said, pointing one of its fingers. "in the direction lives whom miyagi do originated, and in the other direction, lives in where cobra kai originated."

"johnny must've gone to cobra kai before, but if so, he must-have been the nemesis here, i believe."

"yeah, or otherwise, they're both mad." the cat whispered. the two boys had heard the word mad numerous times in their life.

"i ain't mad," said scott, folding his arms. the cat faded to another tree. "we're all mad here," it said.

daniel narrowed an eyebrow, as his eyes flashed to the cat's green, bold eyes. "that silly cat must've thought that miyagi do was where i originated." he thought.

"yes i do!" the cat exclaimed, it's tail fading in. "you don't know if you go that way."

scott scratched his head. "but which way do we go by the way?" he asked a second time. the cat heard it come into its mind.

"in that case," it said, its head fading away. "you'll go to whom miyagi do originated."

"oh yeah, right," daniel sighed as he watched the cat's entire body and its grin go away.

"but for the least," said scott, going to a path behind the large, long lasting tree. "a grin without a cat isn't supposed to be a myth in the real world."

daniel followed the path where the troubled son was going, and was becoming very curious of what type animals do in this place. "if animals didn't talk here, we wouldn't become more cautious for ourselves, man."

a while after a walk down the pathway, they came upon a table bundled with tea cups and messes that spilled down, like if there were gallant guests that didn't know what a party is.

daniel had to take a seat on the middle, while scott sat on the left of the table.

but then, a flash of a human came to daniel's eyes, and his eyes widened up to see his best friend.

"hey you, there's no room," said a hare. "but there's plenty of room, you know," said scott.

daniel smiled to see mr. miyagi beside the seat he was sitting in. he had been talking about him teaching karate in this hole for a while until he found him.

"daniel-san," said mr. miyagi. "been a pleasure to meet you again."

"yeah, mister," daniel said. "i oughta been still talking about you teaching karate in this hole like since i found this hole over the edge."

"ok, ok, ok, settle down," the hare said, putting its hands on the table. "why is a raven like a writing desk?"

scott has heard many riddles about ravens in his toddler years. he once read a book about riddles for toddlers and saw one riddle that talked about a raven being compared to bib, and he was used to stare at it for a few seconds, but then turned to the next page. he was 2 years old at that time.

"i can't answer that, man," he answered. "how about you, daniel?"

daniel shook his head. "i can't guess," he said. "so do i," mr. miyagi said.

a small mouse was sleeping beside a teapot while the boys talked. the hare calls it a dormouse for some reason.

"i thought this could become a watch," said the hare, holding a pocket watch. "a madness watch that falls out to heaven."

daniel giggled when it said that. "i oughta thought that should've been mixed with butter," he said.

the hare then took some other things, like a square of butter, a tea cup filled with tea, and mustard. it then carried out a hammer.

"that could've been used for later," said mr. miyagi.

the hare holded the hammer up in the air across the pocket watch, with butter, a cup of tea, and mustard on the top. it had a fearless expression on its face. "now that i have the butter, time to mix it up with a hammer!" it yelled out.

scott could only hear breaking noise and a cup shattering into pieces when it was mixing up altogether. after a while a mess was made, a huge one. daniel had splats of tea on his face, and scott had a brown stain on his shirt that might've came from the tea.

"that kinda sounded violent to me," mr. miyagi said while wiping off daniel's face. "you did this to my great grandson, too, you know."

daniel only sniffed in fear, not being able to say a word. he then turned to his friend, who was holding his shoulder.

"daniel-san, must talk." said mr. miyagi to the karate kid, and the two of them sat on the grass to talk about what was going on.

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