Mad Hatter Sped Up -

"Oh, drat," the Hatter vibrated, his silhouette blurring into a dozen ghostly versions of himself. "I've gone so fast I've arrived back at yesterday. Does anyone want a scone I haven't baked yet?"

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!" mad hatter sped up

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. "Oh, drat," the Hatter vibrated, his silhouette blurring

The tea party wasn't just late; it was vibrating. Hatter wasn't sitting; he was a blur of plaid and frantic energy, his limbs moving like a film reel set to triple speed. He didn't pour the tea; he shattered the concept of pouring. One moment the porcelain pot was upright, the next, twelve cups were full, steaming, and already cold from the sheer wind of his movement. She didn't see him move; he was simply