Mr. Gaffer was a calculus teacher and one of the least popular teachers at Chattahoochee High thanks to his strict classroom discipline and boring lectures. Tall, thin, balding, and with an odd gap between his two front teeth, the 50 year old man was frequently the subject of ridicule by the senior class. He'd personally been chosen by the district's superintendent to chaperone the trip to ToonWorld thanks to his serious and responsible nature. So far, Mr. Gaffer hadn't seen anything that he found even moderately amusing. Not only that, he couldn't comprehend the value in bringing students to a cartoon world in which talking cats chased talking mice and where the basic laws of physics, geometry, and especially mathematics meant nothing. It was entirely absurd!
However, Charlie the Cheetah had been successful in giving the sleeping Mr. Gaffer two strong doses of the Giggle Gas and even the stodgy middle-aged teacher wasn't immune to its effects. As he slept, his nose slowly began to push forward from his face, the tip swelling and darkening. The ordinary, boring dreamworld to which his mind normally retreated was starting to take on a new vibrancy. Singing rainbow-colored flowers popped forth from the earth under a purple sky. Feeling suddenly giddy, Mr. Gaffer leaned over and took a good long sniff. As he did so in the psychedelic dreamland, the man's nose and cheeks in the real world continued to extend out into a skin colored muzzle.
Intoxicated by the scent of the dream flower, Mr. Gaffer buried his head all the way up to his neck in its petals -a truly impossible feat except in a cartoon world. Finally having had his fill of the sweet candy scent, Mr. Gaffer tried to pull his head out but realized it was stuck. The flower was holding tight! Bracing himself with his arms and legs, the teacher tried to withdraw his head. Forgetting it was merely a dream, the gangly man started to panic and continued to battle the flower with his now flailing efforts which, to an outside observer, would have appeared truly humorous. With each push back the flower was somehow sucking the man's head back in, exerting an especially strong pulling force on his nose and cheeks. Inch-by-inch, although he couldn't see it in the darkness of the flower's enclosed petals, the lower part of Mr. Gaffer's face was being pulled outward into a prominent muzzle. And, thanks to the remarkable effects of the Giggle Gas, the sleeping man's face was mirroring the odd transformation occurring in his dream.
Finally, Mr. Gaffer gave an enormous push, his head popping out of the flower which, as a parting gift, reached out with its leafy arms and planted a big sloppy kiss on the tip of the his nose. In both the dream world and in his darkened ToonWorld hotel room, a loud **POP** could be heard as Mr. Gaffer's nose ballooned into a black round ball more fitting for an animated cartoon then a man.
"Whelp, that was awfully strange, hyar-hyar" Mr. Gaffer chuckled to himself as he began to slip back into a more restful sleep, the Giggle Gas helping him accept as totally normally the cartoonishly long muzzle and round black nose that suddenly filled his vision -changes to his body that would still remain when he woke up the following morning.