[Oh good, more princess comparisons, as if this lady needed any more of them! More importantly, Helga's rubbing her eyes as this is a further reminder she's not in Kansas Hillwood anymore, despite her constant denials the whole time.]

Ugh, how should I know? Apparently I've left school, gone into some wacky Saturday morning cartoon, and am now stumbling through a maze with Miss Fantasyland because I thought this was just a normal, spooky-fun-times corn field! If this is a dream, which it clearly must be, then you'd better wake me up or I will wake up your face with Old Bets-

[And this threat is promptly interrupted by her suddenly faceplanting into the ground. Turns out the remainder of her energy went entirely into that rant.]