"I'd rather be in your pouch. I'm... not good with heights."
Carrie smiled and opened up her pouch. "Don't worry, I'll find a place where we can fix this."
She dropped John into her pouch. John slid down it like a slide, down and down until he slid to a stop. To his amazement, he found himself in a quaint toon-colored living room, the walls and floor covered in soft velvety kangaroo fur. There was a fridge in one corner, and a TV and sofa in the other.
Curious, John turned on the TV. It was an aerial view of ToonWorld, farms and forests stretching to the horizon. The clouds were rushing past, and the ground was rushing up. Wherever the camera was, it was going to crash!
WHUMP! The whole room shook and John fell to the floor. On TV, the camera bobbed back up towards the clouds. It was then John noticed the cartoony muzzle at the bottom of the screen. The TV was showing him Carrie's point of view!
"You okay down there?" said Carrie's voice from the TV. "Sorry, still getting used to these feet."