Home At Last



"Jonathan!"

I sat up on the couch. I saw my mother looking at me from across the room.

"Jonathan, didn't I tell you stop watching cartoons last night?"

I looked at the TV and saw Yogi Bear running from the Ranger. (No test patterns. I love that channel.) Then I looked at myself and smiled. I was no longer a cartoon character! I was back to good old flesh and blood. I looked around the room. Not a spot of Technicolor anywhere!

"Answer me, young man," my mother continued. (I hate it when she says that. I'm 17, for goodness sake!)

"Uh, yeah, sorry, Mom," I said.

"Well, you had better be lucky it's Saturday, Jonathan. I guess you can go watch cartoons now. Just make sure this doesn't happen again." Mom turned and went back to bed.

Normally, I would've been glad to watch Saturday morning cartoons, but considering what I had been through, I gladly made an exception.

But, did I really go through all that? Or was it all a dream?

It had to be a dream. I mean, there was no way...

I felt a lump underneath the blanket. I reached in and pulled it out.

It was the pair of socks.

I tossed the socks into a nearby laundry basket. Feeling groggy, I went to find a good R-rated movie to watch. After all, I needed a little break from all the animation.

As I watched "One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest" with a bowl of Cheerios, I wondered if I would be having a Nicktoons dream anytime soon.



The End



(I don't think I'll have the time to create a Nicktoon crossover story. I think I'll leave that to someone else. Thanks.)