James, who could clearly feel no pain from the hammering he was receiving, giggled at the final mallet blow to his belly and began to rub his bottom into the stretcher as a brand-new tingling started above his butt. The Giggle Gas was looking for another weak point and it had found one right at the tip of his spine. Doctor Small, observing her patient grinding into the stretcher, called for Nurse Stripes and in a flurry of activity the two flipped the woozy James onto his stomach and strapped him securely back to the gurney. Laying face-down on his stomach, James’s rotund belly was squashed flat and the Giggle Gas was pushed like air from a balloon out into the small skin bubble that had started at the end of his spine. The toon doctor smiled, her practiced eye noticing the nub that was tenting the back of the teen’s pants. “Looks like someone is almost ready for his tail,” announced Doctor Small causing Nurse Stripes to give a whinnying laugh.
“I’m not supposed to have a tail, I’m a human,” mumbled James dreamily, the boy’s brain addled by the strong dose of Giggle Gas he was receiving. “He’s right. The boy is human. We’re all human!” cried Mr. Gaffer, feeling dizzy from the black cartoon ink that was coursing through his veins. "We are! We are!" echoed Cheryl and Mikhail. Even Kelly, unaware that her nose had been pulled outward and upward into the start of a murine muzzle from the vacuum-like suction that her own mask was exerting, managed to nod her head in agreement .
“Human! You’re all clearly toons suffering from human pox delirium. Besides, I’m never wrong,” replied Doctor Small huffily. “Nurse Stripes please increase this poor squirrel’s Giggle Gas flow to 85%.” The interior of the ambulance was filled with an increased hum and James moaned as the nub above his buttocks grew and the seat of his pants appeared ready to burst. “Shall I get the mallet, Doctor?” asked the zebra nurse tentatively. “No need, my dear. I can take care of this,” replied Doctor Small confidently. With one of her trademark pirouettes the hippo physician turned and hopped onto James’s back squishing him flat as a pancake and forcing all the Giggle Gas into the teen's throbbing tail nub. With a loud ‘RIPPPP’ and a ‘PHWOOOOOOSH’ the back of James’s pants tore wide open and a large bushy squirrel tail burst forth from the teen’s spine.
“Yessssssssssss!” screamed James in delight, the boy’s eyes rolling into the back of his head from incalculable pleasure as the nerve endings in his new tail began to transmit sensory feedback to his overwhelmed brain. “Nice tail floof,” the doctor congratulated the stupefied teenager, her pudgy hippopotamus fingers stroking the long strands of grey fur as James’s body convulsed in delight. “But I think we can do better when it comes to overall length. Nurse Stripes please increase the Giggle Gas Flow to 100%. Let’s go full throttle here!” “You bet, Doctor,” piped the zebra nurse with a quick salute as she pulled the lever above James’s head all the way down to its limit. The machinery emitted an even louder hum and the ambulance shuddered as the compressor worked to force even more Giggle Gas into James’s new tail. The other three classmates and their teacher watched in awe as James’s tail lengthened further, the tip reaching all the way across the Doctor’s lap to the very back of the teenager’s head.