"That would be nice, 'cause there isn't much that has made sense so far," Carrie chuckled, shaking her head. She took the time to examine herself. She'd gained weight, and now was experiencing a much more even distribution. Well, really, it was just that the rest of her was much fatter. Her arms, her legs... out of curiosity, she smacked her belly, and it wobbled like a gelatin mold.
"Well, maybe we can clear some things up for ya," Jack said with a smile and a nod.
"Okay..." Carrie glanced to the side, took a deep breath, and then in one fast jumble of words... "WhenwefirstgothereJohntriedtogotoastripclub."
"Woah, woah, slow down," Jill laughed. She glanced at John, who was visible sliding down in his seat.
"Ah, the strip club," Jack grinned, and shook his head. "Yeah, that... those damn places are hypnotic."
"But I'm his wife! He's here with me, he shouldn't..." Carrie started.
"No, dear," Jill interrupted. "He means it. Bad business going on at those places. It's hard to get cartoons to engage in public illicit behavior that isn't... you know, blowing each other up or dropping anvils on their heads. They literally send out hypnotic signals to lure in customers."
"That's... that's HORRIBLE!" Carrie gasped. "Oh, Johnny, I'm so sorry! I'll never let them take you again!"
She reached over and grabbed her husband up, squeeziing him to her chest and snuggling.
"Ack... erk... Carrie..." John gasped.
"I'll keep you safe forever and ever and ever, my little lovebunny..." Carrie cooed, getting more into the role than she realized.
"Carrie... can't... breathe..."
"Oh! Oh my, I am so..." she suddenly let him go, and he looked a little like a balloon that had been squeezed in the middle - his head was a bit oversized while his torso was wire-thin. With a rapid shake of his head, he restored normal proportions.
"How did that happen?" she asked, pointing to John as she glanced at her in-laws.
"That's part of the physical comedy of a couple of your proportions," Jack said with a shrug. "Can't tell you how many times Jill's accidentally sat on me and squished me flat."
"You mean I'm going to... but I would never hurt my Johnny!" Carrie went wide-eyed in horror.
"It's okay, sweetheart," John said with a shrug. "We're cartoons. Well, mostly. You're almost done."
"Yeah," Jilly shrugged her shoulders. "The downside to being a fat toon is that you'll be completely graceless, and John'll be the hapless victim of that lack of grace very often. Remember that one time with the door, sweetheart?"
"Ohhhhh, man," Jack laughed. "Jill always opens the door hard. Slams it open, pretty much. Well, I just happened to be on the other side, and..."
He pointed over to the wall next to the front door, and sure enough, there was an imprint in the wall that matched his shape perfectly.
"That... that actually makes sense..." Carrie blinked her eyes a few times, eyes which had become larger and brighter in color. She was almost done.
"So you two are so youthful still because... because we haven't..."
Jill nodded her head, smiling. She could tell Carrie was catching on. "Go ahead, sweetheart, you got this one."
"You two are going to age the moment we have kids?" Carrie felt... oddly guilty about that.
"There you go!" Jack laughed. "Though it's not like we haven't been old before. You know, every time we go back to the flesh and blood world."
"Because nobody has young grandparents! It makes SO MUCH SENSE!" Carrie's voice boomed, as realization hit her.
"And the reason we can't see John's peni-"
"Woah woah woah!" Jill stopped her right there. "We're still in the family-friendly section of this cartoon, Carrie. You can make veiled double entendre jokes, but nothing overt."
"Oh, right, sorry," Carrie frowned, her ears drooping in shame.
"But yeah, you're right. Once the gloves come off, well, that's what separates kid-friendly from send the kids to bed," John said sheepishly. "I'll show you tonight."
"Oooh!" Carrie grinned widely, her rabbit buck teeth very prominent in her mouth.