Stop Toontown!!

“What was that about a hole to wonderland?” Ann’s voice could be heard.

“Mom!” both sets of tweeb voices called out.

“Both of you are not only grounded, you are off the air! Wade’s given me a wonderful little app for my phone.”

And that was that. For them.

Kim Bunny, that is, Kim Possible in a purple bunnysuit with a yellow waistcoat below a red bust (Jessica’s, and Disney’s White Rabbit’s, colors) now only had to deal with her dad. (Okay, her mom was still cranked about what she was wearing, too.) “Mom hasn’t told you about the “Acme” file, has she? Acme was a company that sold most everything imaginable. And they could do it because their things came from their handcrafted imaginations - Toon imagination! But until 1919, they made only one thing, and in a conventional way; that was a special ink they sold to animation studios. Then someone, an experimenter named Lloyd Christopher, discovered a formula for creating a space-time warping technique, revising the Laws of Relativity, possibly even providing a way for experimental proof of String Theory.”

“A long exposition,” James frowned.

“Buy the premise, buy the bit, Dr. Possible!” Ron said, 'helpfully'.

“That’s just the setup. What’s relevant are two parts. First, the mass of animated beings and things grew large enough to begin to change the laws of physics of our world. What once was restricted to toon environments, bled over into ours. And so, second, over time, humans were also becoming affected, their reality and their sanity warping as they became more like toons, while losing contact with who they had been as just humans.”

“Like us!?!??” Ron cried, realizing how serious her situation was, now. No, worse: Kim was part toon, too!!

“That enterprising experimenter was one of the first humans to be fully affected, marked by his changing his name to “Judge Doom”. He developed a formula called The Dip that removed the link between Toontown environment and ours. (Perhaps recoiling their part of the String.) Before he could destroy what he brought into our world, he himself was removed by his own ink eradicator.”

“We have to get us some dip! And I swear I won’t make any chip jokes,” Ron said, getting all serious.

“And possibly eradicating us!?!” Kim gave her a more serious look. She said to her dad, “Somewhere, Wade doesn’t know where, yet, another space-time interface with Toontown has been opened. Because of Acme’s close link with toons, their abandoned factory became a hazmat hot spot. There was no “Jessica’s Ink” before Toontown started twisting into our reality again.”

The (bunnygirl) costumed Kim took a heroine’s vow, “We shall close that interface! Even if means we can never be human again.”

“Uh...I understand; I think,” James Possible said. “As a rocket scientist, physics is very important to me. But so is my daughter. If you’re worried about losing your humanity, why you,” his volume went up, “dressed like a toon?!!”

“Oh, that,” Kim went from heroine-conscious to self-conscious, a “little girl” before her daddy. She ran a hand through her hair, “That’s where Toon Logic comes in. You see -”

“Your hair!” Ron cried in surprise. “Kim, it’s changed!!”

“It has!” James said in awe. “It’s gotten redder.” His eyes lit up.

“Like Jessica’s?” from what Kim could see when she pulled a lock in front of her, it hadn’t yet become a true, primary paint color red.

“Aw, do I still have blonde hair?” Veronica asked. Her hair was still so short no amount of yanking would bring some down for her to look at.