Tom continued to laugh as his mom quite literally turned into a goat. However, a toon goat at that, with pink fur and a pink bow. However, Tom's dad didn't seem to think this was so funny.
"What happened to you?!" He asked in shock, dropping his fork on the table with a clang.
"What do you mean?" Tom's mother asked, blinking, "Did I smear some food on my face or spill it?"
"No! Your face! I mean...look at you!" Tom's dad said.
Tom continued to laugh as Tom's mother suddenly looked down over herself. After that, she looked at her husband as if he had gone insane. And given her toony expression...this looked exaggerated, as Tom laughed even harder.
"I didn't spill something on my front, did I get something on my face?"
"NO! You turned into a pink goat right in front of me!" Tom's father finally shouted, "What happened to you?!"
"Oh stop repeating yourself," Tom's mother said, "I don't see anything unusual...Is there something on my face or what?"
"Your face?! Look at yourself in the mirror!"
"Hmph," She grunted, sounding a bit like a goat's bleating as she stood up, "Fine. I'll do that." She then walked off to the bathroom, hooves clopping and squeaking on the floor. Tom finally banged on the table, laughing.
It was then that Tom's father finally glared at him.
"Tom," he said very sternly, "This isn't funny. Whatever happened just turned your mother into a goat. This is serious."
"Lighten up, dad!" Tom said, giggling as he wiped a couple tears away from his eyes, "It's toontown. I mean, you heard mom, she did say so, right?"
"That was before she suddenly turned into a goat, young man. I think we should go to the restoration centre after this and find out what happened."
Suddenly, Tom spotted his dad's hair part as a couple black ears poked out. Tom continued to laugh as his dad's hair suddenly turned white, the rest of him turning black and gray. Tom's father finally frowned, seeing Tom continue to laugh.
"Do you hear me, young man?" he said a bit louder, as his fingers lost a couple digits, "I said this is not funny!"
"Yes it is!" Tom said.
A small black tail poked out of his dad's rump. Despite this, he didn't seem to notice.
"No it is not, I am NOT arguing with you," Tom's dad said.
"Look at yourself!" Tom finally said, laughing.
Finally, Tom's dad then looked down at himself, and then gasped.
"What?! Not me too!" He said, before he was engulfed in a poof of smoke. When it cleared, a completely naked toon badger was sitting in his chair, losing a good two heads in height in the process.
Tom then finally fell out of his chair, laughing.
"Oh, are you alright, Tom?" the badger asked, standing up out of the chair and kneeling down by the ten year old, who was still laughing like a hyena. Surprisingly, Tom was slightly shorter than the badger, now.
Meanwhile, Tom's mother walked back in, spotting her husband's ears poking up from the table.
"Dear me," She said, walking over to where the ears were quickly, "What happened, is Tom alright?"
"He appears to be," Tom's father said, looking up at his goaty wife, "I think he may have inhaled laughing gas, or that his corn dog has something in it that made him laugh."
"Should we take him to the restoration centre? Dear me," the goat said, looking down at the still laughing boy.
"Maybe," The badger said.