"That's despicable..." said a strange, lisping voice behind her, as she shook off the effects of the booby trap. Karyn turned around and saw Jon's little brother Mikey... except he was covered in black feathers and had a giant orange beak.
"Do you mind?" Karyn asked, erxamining the gigantic lump on her forehead, and shooing away the birds.
"What? Up to your usual scheme to try and make Jon fall in love with you?"
"What makes you say that?"
"It's a running gag, obviously," Mikey made his way over to the harlequin jester Karyn, and leaned in close, "of course, I don't see why you want to go for that rodent, when you can go for a more masculine mallard like mythelf," he shrugged his eyebrows suggestively.
Instinctively, Karyn smacked Mikey across the beak, causing it to spin around his head several times (with a socket-wrench sound effect,) and causing his eyes to light up like a slot machine, and coins to pour out of his mouth.
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry!" Karyn shreiked in horror at this display of cartoon violence.
"Don't worry, I was meaning to see a chiropractor about that."
"How did you know I liked Jon?" Karyn asked.
"Well, either it was the fact that every time you see him, your eyes turn from circles into little hearts, or maybe it's that aaooooogah sound you always make when he's not looking."
"Oh that's not true," Karyn said. At this, Mikey pulled a picture of Jon out of his pocket, causing Karyn's eyes to turn into little hearts, and her to exclaim "AAOOOOOOOOOOGAH"
"Point proven," she said, "Now how do I stop this crazy reality?"
"What are you, new?" Mikey said, "obviously, you need to finish the cartoon. Make an effort to get Jon to notice you, and have it end in some ironic and humourous way. That way, we can all go back to being people."
"How did you know about that?" Karyn said, "The wishing stone was supposed to make people think it had always been this way."
"Easy, thweetheart..." he said, reaching way out of sight, "I read this script."
Karyn muttered, "I hate cartoons."
