"But officer, I was going to clean it up. Please don't write a ticket," pleaded Ted to the bull dog officer that had pulled up on a motorscooter.
A white net appeared out of nowhere draping John's naked toon body. John looked up to see a pot-bellied pig in a white uniform with a badge that read "DOGCATCHER". John got up on his knees and begged, he wasn't really a dog....
"You know the law, Ted. Justice is fast in ToonWorld. You need a license for a new dog!"
"But he's only going to be here a week, and the license fee is for the whole year."
"Well, pay the fine and fee, or in 3 days it's curtain for your doggy boy here," and the dogcatcher drew a dotted line in the air under his chin.
John swallowed hard. He was unceremoniously tossed into the back of the dog catcher's truck. All sorts of other creatures: dogs, cats, people were already stuffed tight inside, but somehow John fit. He remembered reading something in the travel brochure about relative dimensional space in ToonWorld. He guessed this was what they were talking about.
"So what are you in for? As a large anthropomorphic Great Dane.
"No license," John answered sadly.
"I'm in for chasing cars, and catching them," the Great Dane smiled proudly, "My owner will have me sprung before the next plane lands at the airport."
"I'm not so sure about, Ted...." John sighed.
"Ted?" groaned a border collie. "Costume shop Ted? I came here 10 years ago for a week's R&R, and that bastard sold me an alternate reality visitor where their time passes at a different rate. So on Toonworld only a few days have passed, but a Ctuchulan it's been ten years. My owner brought me here for my vaccination boosters, but I escaped. If I can stay out of that other dimension for 3 days, my vacation will be over."
"Yup, it'll be over alright," lamented a beat up alley cat, "That's when they put all the unclaimed animals down."
"What!" roared the border collie.
The dogcatcher drove off with a lurch.