She blinked at the blimp floating in front of her, unable to process what had just transpired. "John... what HAPPENED to you!?" Carrie said, shaking, with wide eyes.
"Whoa-" The blimp said with a shake of her head...? body...? …Everything shook. "Yeah it's me. That must’ve been the autopilot slippin’ through. I don’t rightly know why I said that!” The blimp's face scrunched up as if she was still trying to piece things together. It looked like John had no idea what had happened, or what she was saying. As if she was completely oblivious to the whole ordeal.
"...John? Wh- What are... Are you okay!?" , Carrie said with a shaken voice. She wanted to scream at John, but couldn't. "Why are you... talking like that? What's going on?"
“Hmm, I am feeling a tad different, now that you mention it. Kinda floaty… Oh! Right! The balloon thing! Did that end up workin’? I certainly feel like I could be a toon right now…”
"You don’t- uh. Yes. About that. You did change…" Carrie had a bit of a hard time figuring out how to say it, but she didn't want John to worry.
"Well, it couldn't have been that big of a cha-" She paused, as if the inconsistent feeling in her physical body had finally caught up to her. A look of confusion briefly appeared on her glossy animated face before straining to look back at her VERY airshipy body before gasping. "WHAT THE GOSH-GOLLY-GEE!?" She yelped as she swirled around looking every possible angle at herself. "Carrie! I'm a blimp!” She glanced downwards, noticing the two dangling balloon-breasts either side of her gondola, “I'm a blimp... GAL?! What the heck happened!" She swirled back to face her wife, flapping her aft fins, as if they were her arms.
"You’re JUST NOW realizing that!?" Carrie shouted up at the massive airship. She was completely shocked that John was so oblivious to everything that had happened.
"Well I'm sorry darlin! I don't exactly get a view of myself when I was being blown up! I was sorta expectin' the inflatable part, not that I rightly knew what that'd entail. But everything else? The change really through a spanner in my engines! And it probably doesn't help that I'm such an airhead now, literally!" The John-turned-dirigible grinned at her own attempt of a pun. Carrie, meanwhile, looked unamused.
"Seriously, John. You're acting all... weird."
"Well I'm not tryin' to darlin! Honest! I'm just... thinkin' in 2d now or somethin'. Or it's all of these zeppish thoughts floatin' 'round in here." John said, mimicking a motion that probably was supposed to be her tapping the side of her blimpy head, but it was hard to tell with a lack of arms and hands.
"Zepp...ish?" Carrie inquired, confused and still astonished.
"Ah, sorry again sugar. I'm finding it mighty hard to fight these darn new toon rules. I can't expect you to understand, but they're making it mighty easy for me to act and talk and think like an inflatable-toon-blimp-gal!" The airship blushed, not that it had any blood to flow to her cheeks, "Golly, that's weird even for me to admit. I really am just a big ole' blimp-gal!"
"Right. I noticed." Carrie said bluntly. "Look, John, this isn't funny! If your brain is all messed up then..." Carrie whipped around, trying to find the balloon vendor from earlier. "We have to find him." she said, trying to control her nervous tone, "...and we need to talk him into reversing all... whatever this is. God! I just wanted us to go on a normal honeymoon."
"Whoa now hold your horses Carrie-doll. I haven't even got my toon-bearings and you're already talkin' about takin' 'em away from me!?" John protested with a frown that conveyed worry to the young woman on the ground.
"There is NO way you're planning on staying like that. Like, HELLO? Earth to John? You're LITERALLY a talking blimp right now!" Carrie said exasperated, wondering just what sort of daze the toonified former-man had landed himself in.
"Of course I don't plan on stayin' like this! But c'mon Carrie! Live in the moment! When's the next time I'll have the opportunity to be a literal talking blimp-girl!?" John exclaimed, thinking her point had no flaws.
"But why WOULD you even want an opportunity like that? It's weird John!" Carrie was beginning to think that John had gone completely insane.
"Well OBVIOUSLY I never considered something like this before today. And yeah, the irony about wanting to be something so... different from my usual self is NOT lost on me! But now that it's happened, I just can't help but feel right! Like this is a mighty fine new normal. But please, stop your fussin'. I'm still me. Just... playin' by toon rules."
To that Carrie seemed to breathe a sigh of fruitless defeat. It's not like he died or anything. "Okay..." She said tentatively, "But we should try to get you back to normal as soon as possible. When that balloon vendor is back here tomorrow. Yes?"
"Aww, you're sayin' I only get to spend a day as a blimp-gal? Hmph, okay darlin'. But we better make the best of it in the meantime, eh?" Said the cheery John-turned-Zeppelin, who clearly had an optimistic way about her.
"Right... and... just what do you have in mind?" Asked the conflicted wife, unsure whether or not her husband-turned-toon was completely out of his mind.