Stars circled John's now canine head literally. He had pulled his oozing mass out from under the large black weight with the words "20 Tons" painted on the side of it. He looked into full length the mirror and winced. He had four feet, and a husky head but the rest of his body looked like a furry pancake. The stars he saw were reflected in the mirror too. He blinked, and then forced himself upright. His flattened body popped and he was a three-dimensional toon bipedal husky. He wondered if he was anatomically correct, he couldn't see anything but fur. He started to reach for his crotch.
Ted cleared his throat making it clear that such behavior was inappropriate.
John looked up and read the tag hanging from his collar, it didn't say "John." It read, "Splat The Wonder Dog."
"Ted, why am I called Splat the Wonder Dog?"
"That's your name now, Splat" he answered matter of factly.
"You said the tag would explain useful information, but all it says is Splat the Wonder Dog?"
"All very self explanatory. All you need to know. Very useful. Well, enjoy your stay in Toon World, Splat," Ted escorts you to the door looking nervously upward as if there were more weights waiting to crash through the ceiling.
John rubs his head, amazed that he is alive after that 20 ton weight splatted him. In fact, it's a wonder he was seriously hurt. He steps in front of the shop, and someone yells, "Look out!"
The rope holding a grand piano from a pulley snaps and the grand piano drops down toward John standing beneath. John sees the piano movers pointing upward and sees a loose rope drop downward. A dark shadow expands rapidly around John, he looks up and sees the huge black grand piano with it's black and white keys rushing downward toward him.
Splat!
The canine head stretches its neck out of the ruined piano. Coiled piano wires, and broken ebony are everywhere. A flock of tiny song birds fly in a circle around John's dazed head. He sees his reflection in the shop window. His mouth is full of piano keys. His pawlike hand rise from the wreckage and taps out chopsticks on the piano keys sticking out of his mouth.
Splat! The wonder dog! It's going to be a long week. He pulls himself up and starts to run as he sees an anvil delivery truck start to weave toward him. The song birds chase after John/Splat as he rushes around the corner. He bumps into two men who look like caricatures of Laurel and Hardy, the stumble backwards releasing the rope they were holding.
"Oh, no! Not another piano!" you shout as the black shadow grows around you.
"Safe," answers the thin man wearing a derby.
Safe? You look up and see a large gray metal square rushing toward you. Oh, that kind of safe. SPLAT!
The door swings open and you stumble out. Little stars circle the tiny song birds heads as they circle you, guess they were still circling when the safe hit. You smile. A tooth falls out.