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"Well", you finally say, "unless I miss my guess, we're ... " You stop and laugh nervously. "It sounds silly ... "
"Go on."
"I think we're in a cartoon."
There's a long silence.
"We're ... what?"
"I know", you tell him, "I know. But look around. Bright colors, werewolves wearing ... " You look down at yourself and are relieved to be wearing something akin to brown dockers. " ... pants ... and watch what happens when I wave my hand around." Briefly, you re-create the 'strobing' trick that clued you in in the first place.
"Whoa", Fred half-whispers at last, "how'd that happen?"
"Limited animation", you reply. "It's the only way to bring in a cartoon on-budget these days if you're using cel ani- ... mation."
"What?", asks Fred as a look of realization dawns on your face.
"When Dr. Lengths changed me ... he said he was putting me into my cell. A cell I could never escape."
"RIGHT!", booms the evil doctor's voice from all around you. "You two will be my newest source of income ... a living cartoon that I can film and sell!"
"Where are you?", you snarl as you look rapidly around the room.
"Did you really think I'd be in there with you?", the voice replies. "I know what happens to villains in cartoons."
"Point made", you respond, as Fred sits there looking bewildered. "But we need a villain of some sort. Even the Drac Pack had that campy Dredd guy."
"All right!", retorts the Dr. "I know I haven't finished the casting yet! But you'll keep until I find the rest of your world's inhabitants."
"And until then?" But no reply comes. He's probably tired of you.
"What do we do now?", Fred asks.
Written by Wanderer