"Hmmmm, well I really don't know," Carrie said, looking at John, "Let's let the store choose.
John nodded and ghen gave her a nice big squishy hug. She smiled and hugged back, before they turned their attention towards all the people working. Some actually didn't seem to be that toonlike at all, even actual people.
"Errr excuse me there!" John called, walking over to someone who was dressed in a brightly coloured uniform, looking to be about twenty years old, probably working here part-time.
"Oh hello there, do you need some help?" he asked.
"...actually, for that matter why aren't you a toon?" John asked.
"He has a point," Carrie said.
"Not all of us have to be tooned to work here," He said, "All you really have to do to be allowed to work here is be willing and able. It's some quick cash."
"Oh, okay, well can you pick some clothes for us? We're here on our honeymoon," Carrie said.
"Ah!" The person said, "Well let's just walk over here, and I'll find someone who can help you," He spoke to Carrie.
"Now that's customer service," Carrie said.
The person working there called into a walkie talkie and said something that had to have been code.
"Right this way, sir," The worker said as he gestured towards a part of the store.
"I'll see you later!" The pink hippo said.
"I'll come back with my new look!" The blue rhino said, following the guy.
"Now this part gets very large," The guy said, "And I have to warn you this gets a little hard to navigate, try to be careful."
"Oh, okay," The large rhino said. It seemed like they had walked for miles, and thankfully they didn't get tired here.
Finally, John's wide shoulders wedged against a wall, and he couldn't go any further. Unfortunately for the worker, he kept going right along until he was out of sight.
"...hey dammit!" John yelled, "Ugh geez I'm stuck..." John started to look at various ways to help get him off. Upon looking up and feeling around with his hands, he felt a jar and then pulled it out, flicking it to his head.
The jar read "Grease".
"Ah, good!" John said as he nudged it back off his wide stomach with his nose and then it droped into his hands. He kept fiddling aroudn with it until finally, it opened. He then managed to get some of the grease around his body before he started to push back on the shelf, sliding right back.
"ugh, that's better," he said as he rubbed his fat belly with his hand. Suddenly, his eyes widened, as he prodded it again. Right instead of his navel was the outie-from hell. Waddling over to a mirror, John finally managed to see a valve poking out of his belly button, like what one would see on a pool toy or a love-ball.
"....oh shit." John said, as he lookedat the mirror. As if on cue, his skin felt very tight and itchy.
"AGH!" John tried to scratch his skin, but then the itching stopped. he heard a hissing noise coming, which caused him to stop. John looked down at his huge gut, and noticed that it was shiny, not just like being drawn by a cartoon, but like he was made out of rubber.
"NO! DAMMIT! NOOO!" John yelled, as he tried to move but all of a sudden, when he moved his leg, it snapped back into place. John glanced down and found that he was suddenly becoming immobile, as well as was the hissing. His arms stretched out, somewhat diagonally.
"AAAAH! WHY AM-" John said as his mouth suddenly clamped shut. He tried to reach his mouth with his hand, only to find that it did not open, and that his hand all of a sudden snapped back. The last thing he saw in the mirror before his sight locked was a sad look in his eyes, like "Why me?". With that, they snapped and became painted on. The hissing stopped and he couldn't move anymore. No matter how hard he tried, he was stuck, being made out of some kind of material.
What on earth would carrie think of her husband becoming a blow-up-doll?