Mad Hatter Sped Up Instant

With a sudden pop of displaced air, the table was empty. The tea was gone. The Hatter was gone. All that remained was the faint, high-pitched ringing of a clock that had finally given up on keeping track of him.

Before she could blink, he had sprinted around the table, polished every spoon, knitted a scarf out of steam, and returned to his seat. He looked at his pocket watch, which was spinning so fast it was humming. mad hatter sped up

"He drank the Quick-Silver Pekoe," the Hare muttered, not moving a muscle for fear of being decapitated by a flying saucer. "He’s living three Thursdays at once." With a sudden pop of displaced air, the table was empty

The Hatter suddenly appeared directly in front of Alice’s face. She didn't see him move; he was simply there , a static image of wide eyes and a jagged grin. "Alice! You're late for the end of the sentence!" All that remained was the faint, high-pitched ringing

The March Hare sat frozen, a piece of toast halfway to his mouth, eyes wide as the Hatter rearranged the entire table three times in a single second. The bread, the jam, the sleeping Dormouse—all of them were flickering in and out of place like a glitching dream.