In a corner of the building there's a door to what looks like the janitor's closet only the word Janitor's Closet had been marked out and a crooked star fashioned out of orange construction paper and smothered in what looked like a 1/2 pound of gold glitter pronounced the room as property of The Mad Tea Party according to the raised glued out letters.

Opening the door one would find that somehow through some very strange defiance of logic and space the closet is rather huge and painted to look like it's outdoors in some sunny garden, able to fit a stove, a sink, a couch, a flat screen television, and a ten foot long table piled on with tea cups, pots, and towering pastry trays, along with a couple of chairs to go with it.

Somewhere amongst this mess is The Mad Tea Party.