Artie, do you want me pack these comics here, or ...
Ohh... would someone please tell the drumline in my head to take five?
- Oh, shit. - Only four colors, Batman!
We're in print!
- This is... - Awesome!
Oh, quick! What I'm thinking?
Well ... anything?
Nope! No thought bubbles. I-if we're in a comic book, there should be thought bu...
Would you forget about the THOUGHT bubbles? We've got bigger problems.
Is this why ol' Doc Wertham was so 'GRR!' comics-mad?
Kids being literally sucked into them?
Don't be absurd. It was his hatred of comics that turned an innocent magazine spinner-rack
into a dangerous artifact!
And now, 'cause Pete couldn't keep his hands to himself,
we're trapped in Dr. Fredric Wertham's worst nightmare.
OK. A: I am a naturally tactile person
and B: if there is a way in, there's got to be a way out, right?
W-Whe-where are you going?!
For a pizza! What's it look like? There's someone in that car!
Pete, Pete, wait! We have protocols!
Protocols for dealing with denizens of pocket dimensions!
What, like a Warehouse version of the Prime Directive?
Fascinating.
Hang in there, pal.
- There' gotta be a doctor in Toontown. - No, this man does not need a doctor.
It 's a character in a story.
- His fate has already been written. - Wait, if this is all unreal, then how can ...
Don't! Your head will explode.
Let's just focus editing ourselves out of this story.
Why, w-we can't leave him here, Artie.
Who are you? Where did you come from?
You don't look like you're from around here.
Nope, I'm from the Land of Cleeve, in the Kingdom of Ohio.
- Suburb, actually. - You have to go!
Quickly! Save yourselves, while you still can!
H-hey-hey, where are you going?!
- Save ourselves? - From what?
I'm guessing... that?