Not well...

To which the narrator of the story is putting a rather loosely. For as you discuss with Heckapoo of how you and Peg got into this absolute nightmare of a situation, Peg was suffering from a variety of different emotions as she sat on the edge of her bed in the guestroom you gave her.

Though if this narrator had to pick one primary and over-arcing a motion that the cartoon mother was experiencing right now, it would be one of disgust.

Yes, disgust. For though Peg has only seen the first 6 of episodes of the “Goof Troop” series, her entire being was wracked with disgust at her husband Pete for the sheer amount of crap he’s pulled on both her kind/silly neighbor goofy and for the unbelievable mistreatment Pete has shown to their son PJ.

And mistreatment was putting it rather lightly as that fat bastard has nearly killed their own son and daughter on multiple occasions throughout the first six episodes. That’s not even taking into account the number of times that Pete has nearly killed goofy and his son max so far.

That said goofy’s nearly got himself and Max skilled on multiple occasions, but that’s mainly due to goofy’s overall nature and not from any true ill intent like from Pete.

But that’s deviating from the actual story, now back to the story.

Like this narrator had described before Peg has felt an **** amount of disgust towards her husband Pete for not only his asinine actions but also for the sheer amount crap Pete has pulled behind her back.

As the final credit of the sixth episode in the first season began to roll across the screen Peg couldn’t take anymore and she had to pause the flatscreen tv (A piece of technology she was a little amazed at considering she came from the 1980s) as she quickly grabbed the nearby box set as it sat next to her on the bed and quickly began to skim through the number of episodes the series had and found yourself rather shocked at the sheer amount episodes the series had.

Which in the end, clocked up to 78 episodes and two full-length feature films and quickly found herself unmoving as the gears in her head began to twist and turn at the new information given to her.

78 episodes and two movies.

80 misadventures that centered around Goofy and his son Max.

80 misadventures that usually had her husband as the main antagonist.

80 misadventures that all at one point have nearly killed goofy, Max, PJ, pistol, Pete, and even her.

This…

Peg didn’t know what to make of this.

True enough she had her own suspicions when she first heard that her entire life was a part of an animated cartoon series but this?

“This is just… Sigh…”Peg bemoans to herself as she sits on the edge of the guest bed as she quickly covered her eyes with her hands before dragging them down her face in frustration before flopping backward on to the guest bed.

“Then again, is it all that surprising…?” Peg thinks to herself in weariness as she stares up at the ceiling of her guest room, contemplating her life and the sudden realizations and truths laid out before her.

She had already known that Pete was a greedy cheapskate and a sleazebag, but to what degree she never really knew until now.

Just from the six episodes, she’s seen, Pete has done several things that are not only very illegal but extremely dangerous to not only him but everyone around him. What’s worse is that this isn’t even the worst of it, because, from the sheer amount of episodes that exist of the show, Peg could tell that it could only get worse from this point.

A part of Peg was terrified of watching more episodes, but an even larger part of her wanted to watch more of them out of concern for the safety of her children and also to discover what other secrets Pete was keeping from her.

Peg was confused and uncertain of what to do with this new treasure trove of information that literally rests in her fingertips.

However, with that said, Peg did have an idea of what to do next. She was going to get her kids PJ and pistol and take them far, far, away from that no-good sleazebag Pete. The main reason behind this was because of everything that she has seen from the six episodes she seen of the show, combined with her already high amount of dissatisfaction and disrespect in their marriage, has made her lose any and all faith in Pete as both a father and as a decent human being.

With that said, where would she and the kids go? Sure, enough Peg had her own business, working as a real estate agent, and could afford to move the kids elsewhere but then what? Pete wouldn’t give up the kids without a fight, which by the way fat chance of that happening as with the sheer amount of evidence Peg now has in the form of the DVD box set she would easily be able to get custody of both kids, not to mention following this event Pete would most likely come begging to Peg to take him back, which she would obviously say no to after seeing how much of a shit bag Pete could be, which would only lead to unnecessary harassment that fat oaf and would probably cause unnecessary psychological damage to the kids.

No.

What the kids needed was a place that is far, far away from Pete and his incessant scams and could grow up as normally as possible, but a place like that is rare and far in between. As Pete would most likely do whatever he could to track them down and try to get back together with her, the only place that she could possibly think of that would be so far away from that idiot and would be so unbelievably difficult to find would have to be…

“in another dimension…” Peg slowly thinks to herself as her mind pauses as she slowly turns her head to look at the window of her guest room to see the false imagery of the Appalachian wilderness.

The mansion, this mansion exists in between dimensions and thus is impossible to reach unless you are invited in. This mansion is the perfect place for Peg to hide out with the kids until she finds a proper place to move the family to back in her home dimension. Pete can’t come here unless he’s invited and that means the kids would be safe here until she found a new place to live, but with that said a problem comes to mind.

That problem comes in the form of the owner of this home, You. Peg was uncertain how you would feel about the thought of her bringing her family here to live with you in your home until she found a new place to live. That’s not to say that Peg saw you as a bad person, in fact, the opposite was the true as Peg thought you were rather patient and kind, if not a little bit socially awkward fella that was being so patient with her. That said every man has a limit to his patience and Peg wasn’t too sure what your limit was just yet.

However, Peg was certain that your home was perhaps the safest environment for her children until she found a new place to live and so she immediately began to think of several ways that she could ask you about bringing her kids here. But in each scenario that came to mind, it would always be awkward, and there was always the strong chance that you would refuse such a request. This would, of course, loop back around into a cycle of Peg mentally proposing another what if only to receive the same result. This cycle continued again and again and again for quite a while leaving the mother of two nerves, who were already frayed from the sudden revelations being revealed to her, completely shot and exhausted.

“God… I need a drink.” Peg wearily thought to herself as she stared up at the ceiling before immediately sitting back up and making her way over to the door and out into the hallway as she made her way down to the mansions living room in the hopes of finding you to ask where you keep your booze hidden, only to stop mid-way down the main foyer steps as she hears your voice and Heckapoo’s coming from the living room.

“And that’s the gist of it.” Your voice echoes from the living room.

“Huh. I certainly can see why you brought me here now, though I have to say I have never seen anything like this before.” Heckapoo’s curious voice echoes out, causing Peg to raise a brow in questioning at this new unidentified voice.

“Does that mean you can't help us?” You voice echoes curiously, and soon curiosity consumes Peg as she continues down the stair steps of the main foyer before turning and walking into the living room to see you standing up to the side while Heckapoo kneels beside the jukebox as she begins to examine it. Immediately Peg’s eyebrows shoot her hairline in surprise at the extremely foreign and demonic-looking woman that is Heckapoo.

“I didn’t say that I’m just saying that whoever or whatever made this jukebox of yours was extremely skilled because in all my year's dimensional travel I have never come across something like your jukebox before. That said I think I might be able to- oh hello.” Heckapoo’s planes but stops when she sees Peg staring at her with wide eyes, which causes you to immediately snap your head over to look at the cartoon mom.

“Oscar, who is this?” Peg asks in awkward confusion and before you can say anything Heckapoo immediately raises a hand to stop you and stands back up to her full height and walks over to the mother over two and offers a hand in greeting.

“Up. Don’t. My name is Heckapoo, I’m or was a guardian of interdimensional travel, and I'm the one Oscar called to pull you guys out of this little mess you found yourselves in, Peg right?” Heckapoo said calmly with a smile as she offered her hand for Peg to shake, which she did albeit hesitantly.

“Right… So anyway when can I head home I need to get back and check on my kids, they must be worried sick by now.” Peg asks in concern and in respond Heckapoo cross her arms as she answers with a rather telling smile of knowing.

“Oh, I wouldn’t say that.”

“Huh?” Peg said lamely as she stared at the interdimensional Guardian with her face scrunched up in confusion and had a brow raised in questioning. Seeing this, you decided to cut in and explain further to help clear up this apparent confusion.

“What Heckapoo is trying to say is that the house exists outside of time and can apparently, thanks to the jukebox, scroll through the timelines of the series that make up the multiverse, meaning you can go back to the exact moment in time you left.” You explained, but as you did, Heckapoo cut you off with a finger raised.

“However… It will be a one-way trip.”

“What/what?” Both you and Peg ask numbly.

“Yep, sorry to say it but the jukebox here can only open one-way doors to other worlds. That said it does have a return system installed for those looking for a way back. However, that requires a return key that I'm personally going to have to make, but…” Heckapoo says as her eyes roll off to the side.

“-You can’t because you don’t have your forge and you cant get back to your forge because if you go back now, you'll poof into non-existence thanks to a certain blonde princess.” You finish rather flatly for the marble white demoness.

“Yep,” Heckapoo says with defeated certainty, which causes you to sigh in frustration.

“Sigh… well at least you can go home Pe-“I'm sorry to cut you off, but I’m not going home, sweetie.” Peg cuts you off, causing you to freeze up and look her in both shock and confusion but before you could say anything, Peg raises up a hand continues.

“Oh don’t give me that look, sweetie, I know you were expecting me to go home, but after seeing a few of the episodes on that DVD you gave me- I- I can’t- I don’t… Sigh… Oh, how do I put this into words.” Peg mutters to herself as she puts a hand to cheek in thought that said you have a slight sneaking suspicion of what might be the cause, and its name starts with P.

“Is... Is it Pete, Peg?” You ask the cartoon Milf and in Peg in response looks hesitant to say anything as she shuts her eyes for a second as she wordlessly debates with herself before eventually sighing to herself.

“Sigh… I'm afraid so Honey. I hate to say this, but after what I've seen from the first few episodes of the series, I don’t exactly feel that the kids would be safe around that snake oil salesman and his selfish antics. I… I wanted to ask you for… A-A favor and I wanted to wait for the right time to pop the question, but it seems like I don’t have any choice. So I hate to ask this but can I, can I…” Peg trailed off in uncertainty as she rubbed the back of her neck as she looked off to the side. Seeing this nervous and uncertain side of Peg with something you’re not used to as in the cartoon, she was always bubbly and carefree when not dealing with Pete’s greedy antics.

You can’t help but feel a little empathetic and partially responsible for Peg’s plight, I mean she was already dealing with a pretty rocky relationship when you pulled her. But now that she seen how low Pete can stoop to, even if it was just a taste, it’s pretty much safe to say that their relationship is over and definitely not on the best of terms.

So, when you place your hand on Peg shoulder, drawing her eyes back to you, the next word you speak out of your mouth come sincerely and honestly.

“It’s alright, Peg. You can move the kids here and stay in my mansion for as long as you need to, I understand, and I’ll help you and the kids out as best I can.” Your words immediately cause Peg to let out a deep sigh of relief as she closes her eyes and visibly relaxes.

“Sigh… Thank you, I mean it really Sweetheart thank you.” Peg’s eyes out in relief, however unknown to the two of you Heckapoo was watching this play-by-play between the two of you and decided to make her presence re-known to the two of you.

“Eh hem…” Heckapoo said as she cleared her voice, causing the two of you to turn back to face the fiery woman.

“This is nice and all guys but like I said before you can’t come back to the mansion without me making a return device for you and I can’t do that without my forge and its magical ingredients,” Heckapoo said, rather plainly as you stared at the two of you.

Heckapoo is right even if Peg was returned to her home she can’t come back to the mansion without a return key, and Heckapoo can’t make a return key without her magical forge and its raw ingredients, and it’s not like you just summon a…

“Magical forge from the void…” You think to yourself as your mind comes to a halt as you distinctly remember the online store that was built into the jukebox.

You may not be able to bring Heckapoo’s forge to you, but that doesn’t mean Heckapoo can’t make a forge here in your mansion with the tools and equipment from the online store.

“What? what’s with that look in your eye?” Heckapoo asked in curiosity as she saw your eyes widen in realization and before she could question anything, further you immediately walked over to your stump coffee table and picked up the remote control and turned on the TV.

“Oscar?” Peg called your name out of concern and curiosity as you immediately scroll through the options of the jukebox.

“I have an idea, but you need to bear with me here, look we may not be able to bring your forge to us Heckapoo, but we can certainly make sure that you can build another forge here in the mansion.” You explained as you scroll through the many options of the jukebox, which while your response may have confused Heckapoo, it made Peg’s eyes widen.

“Oscar you can’t be serious,” Peg muttered in concern shock.

“I don’t see any other way of getting out of this Peg, and as much as I hate using the damn thing, it’s probably the only way to get Heckapoo what she needs to make a new forge.”

“I-That may be true, but still-!”

“Can somebody tell me what’s going on here? What are you two talking about?” Heckapoo asked, cutting off Peg as she stared at you in confusion as you finally landed on to online store option of the jukebox. You and Peg go silent as the both of you feel rather hesitant to explain the store to the demonic-looking woman, and the two of you share a look for a second before Peg eventually sighs.

“Sigh… What we’re talking about Heckapoo dear is a special inbuilt feature to the jukebox called ‘the store.’ You see that little jukebox can do more than simply pull people from other worlds as it can actually copy objects and dispense them like a soda machine. There are some limits of course, but for the most part, it can dispense practically anything.” Peg explains to the fiery woman who looks on at the jukebox in surprise and intrigue at such an ability.

“Really?” Heckapoo mutters both in surprise and in a minor amount of disbelief.

Seeing this, you felt the need to prove Peg’s words and immediately scrolled through the store and found a mystery gift box item and immediately bought it at the cost of two soul tokens. Which instantaneously had the effect of having the mystery gift box appear on your hardwood stump coffee table with a loud popping noise and a puff of purple smoke.

After the smoke cleared in the object was now in clear view of everyone in the room you immediately gestured to it with your hands and looked at Heckapoo, whose one visible eye went wide at the sight of the box, as if to say “see.” Before turning your attention back to the mystery box and opening it to see what kind of gift you just bought.

The box itself was nothing special, it was your average everyday stereotypical looking gift box with a purple ribbon tied into a bowtie on the top and was separated into two pieces a lead in the main box itself with both being covered in the gray wrapping paper and colorfully decorated with a bunch of question marks of different colors.

You weren’t sure what to expect when you open the box but what you found was rather… Plain.

As for when you cracked open the box and reached in to grab your prize, what you pulled out was just a simple soda in a glass bottle. However, upon closer inspection, you notice that this soda wasn’t from any type of soda brand you recognized and while the bottle may have looked like a coke bottle, it’s label on the middle of the bottle was completely different.

It was a raspberry purple-colored label with gold lettering that spelled out in the famous Coca-Cola text script, “Lover Boy Cola” and had a smaller wording underneath the main text that said, “Become a better lover in every way with Loverboy Cola!”

Before you could inspect your new gift and its box further your line of thought is interrupted by Heckapoo’s sputtering voice, which causes you to look up at the alabaster skinned woman.

“What! how the-! Where did-!?” Heckapoo’s one visible eye stretched wide, and her brow has shot up to her hairline In shock at the display of power provided by the store.

“I know I was surprised too when he first showed me the store, but what surprised me even more, was the apparent cost of buying these things,” Peg told the shocked Heckapoo, and the demonic-looking woman quickly looked at Peg in questioning, but before she could ask what the price was for using the store, you stopped her.

“Before you ask Heckapoo, Let me explain…” And so you did, you explained the concept of the soul tokens and how they could be earned to the fiery woman. However, unlike Peg, Heckapoo didn’t react as negatively when explained the concepts and instead opted for a thinking posture as she held a hand to the bottom of her chin in thought.

“So,you're telling me this “Vortex Shop,” runs on tokens made of life ****? An said Tokens can be earned by either killing a creature and harvesting its said life **** or by having sex while wearing a special ring?” Hekapoo summarized plainly as she looked at both the open mystery box on your table and the bottle of off-brand soda in your hand.

“In a nutshell. And before you say anything, I know its kinda…”

“Pervy? Oh, please void boy, of all the things I’ve I seen in all my long years as a member of the magical high commission. This ain’t the worst or the most perverted thing I’ve ever seen, believe me.” Heckapoo finished for you as she looked at you with a bored look as she waved off your concerns.

“I’ll… take your word and not dig into a history that’s probably blacker than the endless void we’re trapped in.” You tell Heckapoo who chuckles to herself and smiles a bit at your words.

“heh. You learn fast, now then. You think this Shop has what I need to recreate my forge here in your mansion?” Heckapoo asked you with a brow quirked.

“Well, yeah. You see when I was browsing the store earlier, I found a section in the store called work sets, and inside I saw a whole bunch of options that detail entire sets of equipment for certain things. One of those sets was called the Magical Forge Set.” You explained to the fiery woman as you pulled up the work set in question and immediately Heckapoo’s eye’s narrowed and showed a glimmer of recognition at some the items listed in the pack.

“Huh, well, well. Your right void boy, the magical forge set has a lot of things inside it like my forge set back at home, but with some add-on’s to make armor and weapons.” Heckapoo noted as she stared at the set in question and while the product registry may not show the set in its entirety it did show many of the key working tools and equipment common to the blacksmith trade, though all of the said equipment was etched with what looked like dwarfish runes from fantasy.

Though as you and Heckapoo were inspecting the contents of the set, it was Peg who up to this point had been silent noticed one rather large and glaring issue. The price.

“Whoa now before either of you two start getting any ideas, you two might want to take a look at the price. Because we have problem…” Peg's words made your mind stall as you were so caught up in checking out the pack, you never really bothered to check the actual price of the damn thing and when you finally did your mind immediately stalled at the price.

250 soul tokens.

“Shit.” You quietly cursed to yourself, and you could Heckapoo do the same as she saw the enormous price of the object in question as it easily outpaced the amount of the free token vouchers you had left, which was 96. Meaning you and the others were shit out of luck unless you went out to gather life **** which you cant without being locked out of the mansion permanently. So that means your stuck…

With using the other method to gather soul tokens with either Heckapoo or Peg.

Wordlessly you looked over to peg and saw that the mother of the goof troop series had come to the same realization as you and as you quickly glanced over to your other guest, you could see that Heckapoo had also came to the same realization.

Quickly a tense and awkward feeling filled the room as you quickly looked away from the two females in the room, and you soon found yourself parched. Luckily you still have the unopened bottle of off-brand soda on the coffee table, and before you even thought about it, you found yourself drinking the cola-flavored beverage out of tense nervousness.

Though as you began to guzzle the soda, you noticed something odd for as you drank the carbonated beverage down, you could feel something weird happening in your body. It felt extremely strange, it was as if your body felt lighter, stronger, and for some odd reason, your underpants suddenly felt oddly tight- and hey is the room getting smaller?

“Oscar!?” Peg cried out in alarm as she stared at you in surprise and a blush?

“Well, well what have we here~?” Heckapoo purred out as she stared at you with an odd grin as she looked at you.

Confused at their reactions you looked down to see that your clothes had suddenly became a bit too small for you if the tightness of your t-shirt was anything to go by. More than that you realized that the world didn’t get smaller, but instead you have gotten larger, by about 4 inches rasing your total height to around 6’2. The same height as your father if you remembered right.

Also, that tightness in your sweatpants you felt was your junk growing, because after a quick pat-down you could easily feel that both it and your nuts have grown in size. By how much? You won’t know until later.

After all, you have a far more pressing concern right now.

“What the Fuck!?” You shout in alarm as you stare at your new and improved body. What on earth did this all you did was drink from… That…

“Son of a bitch.” You quietly bemoaned to yourself as you suddenly feel the need to facepalm yourself for the sheer stupidity of drinking a soda whose questionable origins are completely unknown. That said you still have the now empty soda bottle in your hand in the as you turn it over to look at the label you see no actual health information on the label. However, what you do see things to your new height is a little scrap of paper laying inside now mostly empty mystery box.

Sitting down and picking up the small scrap of paper, and it read as follows:

“Congratulations for your one in 1 billion chance to win of one of the multi-verses most sought after confections known as “dimensional candy,” which augments your body’s overall capabilities depending on which candy you’ve eaten. You have collected one out of 999 different types of dimensional candy that exists out there in the multi-verse, collect them all and get a special prize!”

“What the fuck…” You mumble to yourself quietly, however unbeknownst to you at that moment you had to others reading the same note written on to the scrap paper.

“You got that right, what the hell is a dimensional candy?” Heckapoo’s sudden whisper near your ear startles you slightly, and you jump slightly in your seat is your head snaps over to your left to see Heckapoo leaning over the couch to get a better look at the note in your hands.

“Do you have to do that?!” You question the fiery demoness in slight outrage and in response Heckapoo chuckle slightly as she leans over the couch, even more, giving you quite the view into the valley of her large milky white basketball-sized tits.

“Hehehe... Oh calm down void boy, it’s not like I’m going to eat you unless… that’s what you want~.” Heckapoo playfully flirts as she stands back up to her full height. In response, you can only stare flatly at the flirting demon but before you could say anything Peg, who was standing off to the side of Heckapoo and had also read the note, decided to cut in.

“Now, now as fun as it would be to watch the two of you go at each other, we still have other… things to deal with.” Peg said with a blush on her face as she looked away as she spoke the word “things.”

“You’re right. Alright, void boy by that ring off the shop so me and you can go off and have some fun.”

“What!?” You and Peg yelped out in surprise at Heckapoo sudden willingness to get down and dirty with you. Seeing both of your shock and surprise, Heckapoo simply shrugs her shoulders and replies nonchalantly.

“What? It’s not the worst thing I’ve ever done to get the parts I need for my forge, that said I’m usually into guys who have scars and have got a bit more meat on their bones, but you’ll do.” Heckapoo said as she ran her fingers up your arm before booping you on the tip of your nose on your shocked and blushing face. You were shock silent by Heckapoo’s offer, Peg on the other hand…

“Now wait just one second there you little harlot! Anon isn’t just some kind of toy for you to play with and then throw away!” Peg growled out as she slept Heckapoo’s hand away from you as she glared at the fiery demoness, who in response simply rolled her eyes before crossing her arms.

”Oh I’m sorry did you want to go first?” Heckapoo asked as she put a hand to her chest and raise a single brow in questioning. Immediately Peg’s anger came to a complete stop as her face became as red as a cherry at the magical high commission members question.

“Well-I- that’s- you have some-“we could do this all day honey, but you’re right we should give void boy a choice,” Heckapoo said as she cut off Peg’s rambling, before turning her head to face you and offering a choice as she pointed between her and Peg.