After she'd shut the door, Queenie notice the new hole simply vanished along with the new strange feeling. Before she'd shut the door, she'd notice the trees, the rocks, and the buildings and clouds had all begun bumping into each other after becoming human shaped... she supposed it was no ridiculous and silly than humans and animals doing such a nonsensical thing!
Queenie wasn't sure about this door... she grabbed a can of paint, and painted it over... not simply making it the same color as the wall, but literally painting over its very existence, and getting rid of the annoying distraction.
"Oh my gosh! I forgot! I have a parade to be a part of!" Queenie grabbed her drums and ran towards Snuggle Street arriving just in time to take part.
As usual, there were humans lining the streets.
"I WANNA RAPE RAPE RAPE RAPE! BUT I CAAAAAN'T!" Screamed a man, pulling his pants down, revealing ... well, apparently he was disappointing with the smooth clean sight before for some reason. Queenie nor none of the plushies had any idea what the word he kept saying was.
"SUCH STRANGE CREATURES! WHY CAN'T I VIVISECT THEM?!" Screamed a Japanese man wearing a lab coat form the 1940s with the words 'Unit 731' on them. He took a little knife and to play a game swing it at the other humans, himself, an the plushies, but it would always phase through like a hologram.
"FORGET VIVIAN-SECTING WHATEVER! WHY CAN'T I MURDER YOU! MURDER ME! MURDER THEM!" A large bald man said, for some odd reason trying to pretend to tie a neck-tie around the Japanese man's neck, one of the nearby plushies, and himself, but would pass through like he was just a projection.
A woman with an angry scowl on her face swept the streets, wearing a big black dress and bonnet with big fat gloves. She'd murdered her last three husbands, their children, had collected their insurance money, and had been working on number four when karma finally caught up with her.
"You look upset. Wanna hug?" A blue cat with a darker blue patch over one eyes offered.
"NO!" The woman hissed.
Suffice to say, the Darned Souls in Hellen Land really, really, REALLY deserved to be where they were. And not being able to inflict harm on their fellow human beings, remained their greatest torment.