You spot a framed cartoon cel from the golden age of animation hanging on the far wall and decide to take a closer look.
It seems to depict a black-and-white city scene with exaggerated, top-heavy buildings and tons of old-fashioned shops and hotels all comically squashed together. The city has quite a dingy, dirty look to it, closer to the old Fleischer cartoons than the cleaner, more sanitized Disney ones.
Unfortunately the cel is quite small. It's such a lovingly rendered scene but some of these little touches are hard to make out. Checking to make sure that no staff are around, you lean in close for a better look.
With your face now just a few inches away, new details jump out to you, but they're still a little indistinct. Do the parked cars have sleepy faces or are you just imagining it? Is that a mangy cat or a mean dog scowling from the darkened alley? Is that a figure in one of the windows?
You edge a bit closer, standing on your tiptoes with your face now almost pressed against the glass of the frame. It's at this point that you trip and find yourself falling forwards. You clench your eyes shut, bracing for impact with the cel, but it never happens... you just keep falling! You feel yourself tumble through the air, complete a full somersault and then finally land flat on your ass with the distinct sound of a cymbal crash. Surprisingly unharmed but incredibly dizzy and disoriented, you finally open your eyes. Black and white images whirl around you and you feel your eyes rolling slowly in their sockets. Instinctively, you shake your head furiously and this seems to immediately return you to your senses.
You're greeted with a distorted city devoid of color, exactly like the one in the cartoon cel. Real, living cartoon characters walk the streets in exaggerated over-animated fashion, some of them appear human but others are anthropomorphic animals. A nearby parked car turns its headlights towards you and laughs, its front bumper morphing into a mouth briefly and then quickly reverting back to normal. Apparently the inanimate objects of this world enjoy pratfalls.
This is all so sudden and so surreal that you're not even sure what to think or what to do. What happened? What will you do in this strange new world? Will you be able to go back home? Is any of this real?
Your stupor is interrupted by a loud "a-HEM!" and you turn to see a fat, top-hatted walrus businessman who looks quite annoyed. He doesn't seem to find your presence strange at all, rather he seems upset that you're sitting and gawking in the middle of the sidewalk and getting in his way.
Looks like you'll have to ponder these things later. First things first, you need to assess your current situation... and move out of the way before the walrus man hits you with his cane.