Carrie, the spiky spider, and John, the humanish fuzz pile, were ready to hit the town. John continued holding his wife's hand as they danubed straight in a direction, not caring which one. Their path took them past several gags and visual puns, including Kasparov and Deep Blue playing a mean game of Twister. That's fine, because that's okay. Carrie narrowly dodged a scrawny superhero flying out of control, who then crashed into the Twister game, resulting in a tied up ball of limbs and heads. To be privy to such comedy was fortunate enough, but the newlyweds wanted to be part of the action! John wanted an ugly mugger with a swollen head to use as target practice for some kind of colorful mallet, and Carrie especially liked whole movie plot parodies.
Carrie managed to find an odd-looking muskrat in overalls sitting by a fire hydrant. Upon a closer look, she saw that his overalls were dirty in a way that shouldn't be possible in a well maintained place such as this. The muskrat started talking first, "Well how'ydoo! 'r you visiting strangers? A course you are, account of I've nevah did seen stranger visitors than you cross mah eyes!" John joined their conversation in the middle, intrigued by this out of place young man. He continued, "I'm Ike Jones from Pea Vine Puddle. I w's juz goin' back to mine own from mah trip out f'r tasty treats! Com'n mah way?" They asked Ike what Pea Vine was like. "Well, 'z real outta the way... Ever'bahdy knows each otha... Theyis prowbly some thangs yah can do theah yah cain't do whuh yer from... all'ats wrong 'bout is'z alwys halfway unda muddy watruh!"
John and Carrie made their decision to follow their new ambiguously southern animal friend to his stomping (sloshing?) grounds. They all got into his convertible (John had no idea how the backwards looking man could afford such a chick magnet), and sped off away to the place where he is coming from. Since the ride was uneventful, the toon universal laws sped time up to get to the good stuff faster. And now they are there.
The roadster stopped at the end of the road leading to a clearing, with a wall of dense foliage visible to their right. "Puddle's behind theah's, good men!" Everyone got out of the muskrat's droptop and got onto the grassy field. The sweltery hot weather was making John's arms and legs sweat hard core, and his fuzzy body area was just simply uncomfortable. They all just walked and wished for suncreen until they got through the foliage and fell headlong into the mud puddle they could not see. "Splash!", spoke a voice, instead of there just being a sound effect. John and Carrie got up looking thouroughly slapsticked, but the i don't know, let's say Cajun muskrat was whooping and splashing around in it, getting himself completely covered. He explained himself, "I'z do this whenev' I is burnin' in the hot het!" Carrie said, "I'll pass for now. Thanks for the tip, though!"
Taking a look around, they saw a huge half-submerged carnival with rides, good food, and games to greet them, but it only took up a small fraction of a town that probably stretched a mile! It was way cool! Carrie oohed and clasped her hands as John got to his feet, barely keeping his mouth above water due to stubby legs and his face on the front of his body instead of just having a head. Even so, he too thought it was way cool and splashed a little water around. What do they do first? YOU DECIDE!