Meanwhile something odd has happened in the toy room. The pilot in the biplane suddenly started to move. He looked at himself and the biplane, "Clearly I must have come alive, that's odd.", he pondered. Climbing out of the plane which was luckily still on the table and not hung up the ceiling with some strings, he examined the surroundings. Clearly he remembered them from when he was just a toy. He also remembered being part with Shawn and that opossum figurine he saw on the ground, he looked at his hand and saw a merging ring, pondering if it would work for him, too, when suddenly he was attacked by a rat-like creature. It was Noodles, Shawn's pet rat, who due some previous mergers ended up merged into Shawn's motorcycling gear. It used the added durability of the gear to gnaw through the cage in search of a new wearer. Now that he found some, he was merging with the pilot, dissolving into a common blob. The result was, what could be best described as an anthropomorphic rat. There wasn't much as in facial features the pilot could contribute, being just a tiny little piece of plastic. The suit changed a bit. It still had a helmet, but the visor was replaced by a set of goggles. Behind them, there was a gray furred rat-like face. Over all it still had its rodent features. He looked at himself, gaining the experience of a rat and pondered what to do. His instincts told him to jack off, so he pulled down his zipper to find literally nothing, so he split off the suit again, dissolving into the usual blob which grew and grew before it formed the motorcycling gear which just laid there on the table. Inside of it there was the anthropomorphic rat hybrid. Quickly it scurried though a sleeve out of the jacket it was trapped in. It seemed like the hybrid was wearing the pilots outfit, but made out of plastic. Noodles tried to remove one of the gloves, but it actually was part of their body, fumbling for the zipper on the pants, he was able to open it, finding his rodent member. After releasing his load which had an odd smell of silicone to it, the hybrid sat down near the plane. He was now to large to fly it, but what if he merged with it?
His thought was interrupted by a movement in the room. His rodent ears were picking up sound rather well, and his rodent instincts urged him to leave, while his human senses caused him to remain and be curious. He climbed down to the source of it, and it was the opossum figurine having come alive, too. The rat approached it, "Seems like you've come alive, too", and extended a hand in greeting to the cute, but heavily armored opossum with a rocket pack.