"I want to become a Toon, and live here forever, sir," Jenny said, her bottom lip trembling slightly.
"Ahhh, so you do, do you?" the scientist asked, zooming up to her, whipping out a tape measure, measuring her from various angles. "You realize this is not a cheap service, yes?"
Jenny sighed, "I don't have any more money."
"Money?" the scientist said, "Money, I have....I want something else."
"What is it," Jenny asked naively, "Perhaps I can get it for you."
"Perhaps it is already here," the scientist said, laughing maliciously. "If you agree to do my bidding, I'll make you a Toon."
"Yes, yes, anything you want, yes!" Jenny eagerly agreed, ignoring common sense.
"Good," the scientist said. He quickly painted an examination table, in front of him. It dried quickly and solidified in an instant later. "Disrobe and lay down."
"What?" Jenny said, suddenly nervous.
"So I can paint you into a Toon. You MUST disrobe. Unless....you do not truly WISH to be one of us, no?"