Given the mood Hatter was in, he knew it was best not to see anyone and just return home for some therapeutic activity, like drinking tea, or working on his time machine, but music was one thing that could compel a Wonderlandian without doubt.

Nevermind that Caterpillar couldn't have even chased them, being that his body was the shape of a stack of donuts and the weight of several king size mattresses...

“You? Confused? Couldn't you navigate this place in your sleep by now?”

“Well! Igh...” He thought this one out. “Maybe ten years ago, but my brain is half cobwebs by now.”

“Are you okay?”

“Nope, not at all.” Hatter tented his brow for about half a second before their previous conversation came to mind.

“I can't believe she called me tacky.”

"It was very troubling for Hatta~ and I to've complicated dinner."

“Well, for one, you assume he wants just as much sugar in his tea as you do. I mean, seriously, lay off."

As he was tumbling all the way down the stairs, Rabbit stepped out of the way but couldn't help but wince at seeing the pain his own body was in once it was lying on the floor in front of him.

“Well, I hate to point it out, but you look about as tasty as that muffin now.”

“This is a very tasty muffin,” Rabbit asserted.

“Hare, if you think you can screw around with my bunny on the day of the ball, you're trippin' assholes.”