James wandered outside alone, which was pretty normal for him. He was smart, not bad looking, but pretty much a loner who read or messed on the computer in his free time. This field trip was exciting for him, because he'd read that you could do or be anyything here - toon rules applied even to humans, if you got hooked up right.
"Hey! Youse lookin' for some Toon action, Skinbag?"
James looked around towards the voice and saw a group of cartoon boys grinning at him. The leader was an oddly familiar looking older boy with red hair and big teeth, dressed in old-fashioned clothes and a bowler hat. He had a large cigar hanging from his mouth. James shrugged. "Maybe. I just got here. What kind of action you got?"
The red head snorted and pushed the other boys aside as he strutted over to James. "Action? We gots every kind of action you could think of." He glanced around and thenthrust his face close to James' and whispered "I gots Toon Juice. You up to see what it's really like bein' a Toon?"
Toon Juice! There were rumors about that stuff - it made you a Toon for anywhere from a few hours to a few days. You became a Toon, and the Toons around you could change you, maybe even control you. The biggest problem was that when the stuff wore off, you didn't always change back to what you were before. Sometimes people ended up as the closest real thing to what your toon self was. Not so bad if you're a toon weighlifter or hero, but not so good if you are a toon car or animal.
The boy dug in a pocket and held out a toon bottle that held bubbling, bright purple liquid. "Come on! Live it up! Youse gotta be a toon in Toon World!"
James took the bottle and sniffed at the liquid. It smelled like paint and magic markers. "I don't know..."
The boy grinned. "Don't be a wimp! Drink that down and I'll take you over to the X rated part of town. You can be a cartoon porn star - think what that would do for you when ya' change back!"