Carrie bounded back out holding-up two costumes. "A skunk for you and a squirrel for me," she giggled holding out a white striped deep maroon costume for John. Her own golden beige choice was draped over her other arm.
The shop attendant led them to changing rooms. John noted the directions in the costume and stripped all his clothing off before fitting the one piece costume on. The head slid over his own. He zipped up the front and the zipper vanished. He felt a tingling sensation and blinked when he realized he could feel the floor through the pads of the costume...now his own paws. He gave his over-sized bushy, striped tail a few tentative swishes. As he looked at himself in the mirror he realized he had shrunk down about a foot or so.
"Not bad," he commented aloud.
He gathered up his clothing, opened the door and tripped over his feet, losing his balance.
"Modure!" he exclaimed as the attendant was quickly at his side, helping him up. She was wearing a gas mask.
"You'll quickly get use to it," she muffled through her mask to reassure him. "You forgot about the counter-weight of your tail. I'll take your clothes for you and store them in a locker for when you return the costume..." she pulled his wallet out of the pants, "but you'll want to keep this."
John took the wallet and looked dumbstruck a moment. "But I don't have any clothes. How am I going to carry theese?"
The attendant chuckled from behind the mask. "You're a toon. If you need a pocket, you have one."
John poked at his hip and it was as the attendant said. He found a pocket to stick his wallet in. After he pulled his hand...er paw out you couldn't tell there was a pocket there. (zoom) No sooner than he pulled his paw out of his pocket, John was blown over by a strong wind followed by a jet sound. Again, a strong wind rushed by him in the opposite direction accompanied by the sound of a jet sending him into a spin.
He heard the jet again and braced himself, only to see a blur coming at him and stopping in mid-air. It was a three foot tall golden-beige flying squirrel complete with aviator goggles. Carrie gigglechittered madly at him. "What do you think?" her tail shot up in a question mark as she hovered there in mid-air before settling down to the floor next to him.
John swept Carrie up in a strong hug and kissed her. "I think you look lovely, my dear. Maybe you could fly us away to zee cazbar, non?" (smooch, smooch) John paused a moment. "Wait? Why aren't I affecting you like the attendant?"
The attendant who was locking their clothing away looked at the couple through her gasmask. "Simple cartoon physics: You two are married. As such, she's unaffected by your...er...aroma, unless she chooses to let it affect her."
"Oh...good."
"Ready to go explore, dear?" Carrie asked her husband.
"Oui...er...yes, love. Oh and," (smooch) "thank you for not trying to get me to put on a moose outfit."
Carrie gigglechittered again. "I know better, hon. So where to from here?"