Brett, suddenly turned into an inflatable horse and being ridden by an inflatable tiger-girl, starts to panic. What was going on? What had happened to him? He didn't know what to do, his mind was a jumble for feelings, sensations and bizarre thoughts. He did the only thing he could, he ran and galloped for his life.
Panicked and frantic, Brett runs down a hall and up some stairs. Wildly turning his horse head, Brett dashes into a room. He lays down and cowers in a corner.
Mary lopes in on all fours. She spots him and gracefully gets to her feet. "Ah-ah, naughty horsie! Running away like that'll get you some punishment!" Mary opens her paw and a couple of vials rest on her inflated padding. "What shall we use?" Mary asks with an evil grin.