"Consarnit kids, leave their chewing gum everywhere!" the walrus in the white sanitation uniform muttered wiggling his mustache as he used a handled dustpan and a hoe to pry John from the sidewalk. The flattened furry form curled up and both ends but remained flattened. He dumped the squashed cartoon dog's remains into the trash can on the corner, and continued down the street collecting litter.
Slowly, the minutes passed, and finally John managed the will power to pop back into shape just as the burly garbage worker emptied him and the contents of the can into a trash truck. John cried out, but too late the approaching compactor blocked his exit. He was about to become a fused cube of garbage!
He looked around helplessly as the clanky mechanism drowned out his screams. There was no way out. He wondered what ToonWorld did with its garbage. On Earth, they burned, buried or dumped trash at sea. In the cartoons, John seemed to recall that it was usually tossed into a dump with monsters or eaten by cave pigs or jetisoned in space...
The wall closed in. John braced for the worst. This time it didn't seem quite so bad, but the smell was terrible. John was surprised that he could see the sickly greenish-yellow fumes rising from the trash cube with which he was now one.