"I can't get out! Help! Help!" Carrie shrieks again, kicking her legs frantically. Her right leg slams into John's chest with a loud smack. It sends his rotund form flying across the dining room, smooshing five more patrons beneath him.
"Ooh, pretty colors..." John mumbles in a daze as multicolored stars swirl around his head. His pupils roam in his eyeballs before he collapses on the floor.
"John! John, help me, I'm STUCK!!!" Carrie, ignorant of her husband's lack of consciousness, wails in panic.
"Hey! You-a big-a hippo!" a tall, thin man in a purple suit and too hat calls out from behind Carrie. She can't see him around her own bulk. "Stop-a wreckin' my ristorante, eh? What you think you doin'?"
"I'm stuck!" she screams again.
"And I'm Wonkini. Nice-a to meet you, Stuck. Now I are you no can get outta my door! I get you out if you calm down-a!"
"You can get me out? Please please do! I'm freaking out!"
"Yes-a! I get you out... For a price-a!"