
Finally ready to set off, Connie and Gaia (and Mister Wister Kitey Witey) followed after Lily on their rainbow unicorns, the enchanted dream creatures easily keeping pace with the lightning-wielding greenette’s motorcycle as it sped across the desert sands. However, it wasn’t long before those sands trailed off into grass covered plains, and it was at this point a cheerful voice sang out from overhead.
“Golly wolly!” Mr. Kite exclaimed. “I see some smokey wokey up ahead!”
Indeed, a pillar of steadily-darkening smoke was now rising up from a forest on the horizon, even as the sound of distant detonations began to ring out. These developments, coupled with the animal trio also pointing in that direction made it quite clear that the forest was where they would find Alexander. Of course, Lily, ever the chatterbox, wasn’t about to let the trip there pass in silence, and so began noting the strangeness of the normally rather reactionary Alicia’s recent take-charge attitude.
“I cannot say I know her very well,” Gaia admitted. “But perhaps she has simply become fed up with these vile fiends’ needlessly cruel buffoonery. I, for one, certainly have.”
“Y-Yeah…” Connie agreed, her shaky voice tinged with worry. “U-Umm… I-If A-Alexander is b-being h-held p-prisoner, then w-why are w-we h-heading t-towards what l-looks like a f-forest f-fire?” she inquired, her mask forming an uncertain frown. “O-Oh, g-gosh!” she gasped a moment later, the pitch black eyes of her mask going wide. “D-D-Do you t-think t-they’re t-trying to b-b-burn him a-alive?!”
“It’s certainly possible,” Gaia conceded. “Although I do not believe it is particularly likely,” she added, giving her frightened friend a reassuring smile. “Far more probable is that Alexander has escaped whatever form of confinement the Wonderlanders placed him in and is now expressing his displeasure at being held captive by them.”
“I-I hope s-so…” Connie replied, still sounding somewhat unsure. A moment later, she gave a yelp of surprise when Mr. Kite sang out once more.
“Alarmy warmy! I spy an army!” the whimsical kite announced. “Friend or foe, I just don’t know!”
“I see it, too,” Gaia noted, her emerald eyes narrowing as she focused on the sizable force heading their way. “Let us be on our guard, everyone,” she advised, conjuring Nature’s Blossom. Although the army was still quite distant, it was growing closer at a fairly rapid pace, and the verdant maiden wanted to ensure their small rescue party was fully prepared for the possibility of combat.

Meanwhile, back at the Mad Hatter’s fortified factory complex, MDP was overjoyed that “Penny” approved of her idea. “Okie dokie~!” the whimsical girl declared with a wink and a playful peace sign salute just before the Mechanical Monarch teleported away. Then she set to work befriending the hat drone. “Like, what’s your namey wamey, Mister Wister Hatty Watty thingy wingy~?” she inquired with a cheerful smile. “Magical Dream Princess’s namey wamey is Magical Dream Princess, and, like, she would just wuv to be friendy wendies with you~! (giggle!) Would you like to be friendy wendies with her~?! Oh~?! You would~?! Yaaay~!” she squealed in delight as the hat drone bobbed up and down while rapidly spinning in place. “Magical Dream Princess wuvs making friendy wendies~! (giggle!) So, like, what thingy wingies do you likey wikey~?! Magical Dream Princess also walso likey wikies glitter witter, and rainbow wainbows, and flower wowers and…”
(nearly a minute later)
“…and dancing wancing, and singing winging songy wongies, and playing waying gamey wamies, like that one over theresie~!” she concluded, her painfully limited attention having been claimed by the small army of chess bots, which were now being engaged by the other magical girls. “Like, Magical Dream Princess plays that gamey wamey lots and lots~!” she told her new friend. “But, like, this version wersion is super duper biggy wiggy~! (giggle!)” So enthralled was the Princess of Dreams by this fascinating sight that she completely forgot about asking her new friend if he knew where the Mad Hatter and the eggs might be found. But that was okay. She was having funsie wunsie, and that was all that really mattered. “Come on~! (giggle!)” she told the hat drone as she dragged it along behind her. “We’ve gotta give those grumpy wumpy kingy wingy thingie wingies huggy wuggies so they’ll, like, totally wotally be our friendy wendies, too~! (giggle!)”
Rushing over to the chess board like the ADHD-addled child on the world’s largest sugar rush that she was, MDP began gleefully hopping from square to square, jumping around each obstacle or bounding over it with the help of a hastily-conjured candy cane stripped spring or smily face trampoline. “Onesie, twosie, comin’ throughsie~! (giggle!)” she sang, tapping the weapons she couldn’t avoid with her whimsical wand and turning them to harmless rubber. Of course, her allies helped, too, but MDP was enjoying herself far too much to notice any of that. A white knight lunged at her with its spear, only for the playful princess to leap atop it, skip along its length, and bound off it with a cheerful wave. “Thanky wankies, horsey worsie~! (giggle!)” she told it, before refocusing on her objective, the white king. With a final bounce, she was hurtling towards the alabaster sovereign, her arms spread wide. “Kingy wiiiiiingy~” she called in an even more sing-song voice than usual. “It’s huggy wuggy time~! (giggle!)”













