Chip and Flippy were carried through the city of Funny Farms, out into the flat, blank desert sands. For miles the small army of Jack's control carried onward eventually reaching what he deemed to be an appropriate landing spot. Unlike most of the desert they had gone through there were large dunes, and hills that populated the area. By now, the pair of Toons were quenched, and begging for water as the burning heat pierced their defenses. Jack had made sure that they had their hands tied so that there was no chance of them fighting back. "Alright, everybody. We have made it. This is where the Great Gourd sleeps!" Jack turned to face his group and cackled evilly. "Now, those of you who are not guarding our sacrifices, we must start the ceremony. Please draw the symbol of The Gourd into the sand. Be quick!" Clapping his hands, the green duck commanded twenty Toons and dummies to line up in a giant circle. Using their feet, hands, or anything else that could leave an imprint in the sand, a giant shape was created. From Chip's angle, it looked to be a circle, however it had a large cylindrical looking shape coming out of the top.

As the Toons created the cult circle, Flippy leaned over and began to whisper his plan to his comrade. "Listen, Chip. We only have one chance to get out of here and I'm really going to be relying on you. Now, I have a bit of knowledge about how this magic sand works from the time I spent tracking down and arresting Jack's father and brother. But to do so I'm going to have to be able to use it. The second that I try and do anything, these dummies will be all over me. Even with my hands tied, I might be able to get enough of it to do something. Now, I'm not going to pretend to be an expert. I'm mostly just going to be sending up a prayer and hoping for something to happen."

"Wait, that was your great plan? Hope to get lucky? That's a terrible plan!" Chip bit his lip in frustration. "You don't have any better idea of how to use that?"

"Listen, if you think you can do it better, I'll let you do it. I've never actually used the stuff before. I just saw Jack Frost use it and have some notes from them. Whatever happens, it can't be worse than nothing, right?" The brown monkey tilted his head and nodded. "Great. This is where you come in. I'm going to need a distraction. We want Jack pre-occupied. I'm thinking if he is distracted it will cause the dummies and hypnotized to pause just long enough for me to slip away and get enough magic to use."

Struggling with the plan, Chip eventually gave in fully and submitted himself to his partner's idea. "Alright. Well what kind of distraction could I possibly do? You want me to like start biting somebody's ankle or something?"

"Eh... No. Well I mean you can if you want to but I don't think Jack cares what happens to his slaves. No, we need to rile him up. He has a short temper and if you haven't noticed is a bit of a crybaby. Just make fun of him. I'm sure it will work. What's the worst he can do? Kill us? Already going to happen." Flippy winked and gently clapped his fingers within reach together. "Once he is distracted, I will go. Are you ready?"

"As ready as I could ever be." Chip closed his eyes and imagined his family. His siblings sitting at home, worried about him. A Ranger going to his home to let them know that would never be coming home. His mind was then full of images of Funny Farms. Of Mike laying and dying. Of the various Toons he had run across who had been captured, forced into a Hell they could not escape. "Let's do this!"

Jack was still overseeing the slaves when he was bombarded with an ear-piercing yell. Doing his best to ignore it, he continued to energize everybody. "Yes, just like that! He will be quite pleased to see the incredible work all of you have done! Just remember that we will all be given eternal salvation, and that we are all equal in His eyes!"

Once again, the screaming echoed through the empty desert, drawing Jack's attention. "Hey, Jackass! Get it? Jackass? Well that's what you are! You're just a crazy loon who couldn't do anything on his own. Even your crazy brother thinks you're a nut! Nothing is going to happen because you're a maniac. These Toons only follow you because they have no other choice, as nobody with a brain could ever believe anything you say!" Chip's throat pulsated in pain as he continued to throw his voice as far as it could go. The already dry and cracking voice box was being strained to its absolute limit. However, the brown monkey could not give up. He had to do this for Flippy to have a chance. "Also you smell weird! Like, what is that smell? I really wish I didn't touch you because now I'm going to smell really bad too!"

"Nice. Keep it up, Chip." Flippy slowly scooched away from the other Toon. Small enough distances that nobody would look twice, but over time it would add up. Jack continued to ignore the simian, although at a cost. Stepping further away, he was unable to as easily give out tasks to his minions, slowing down everything. "Look, he keeps backing up. They probably keep getting confused trying to separate what the both of you are saying."

"Wait a minute. That is a good idea. We know they are hypnotized, but it doesn't necessarily mean they only take orders from him right?" Chip began to hatch a plan. Scanning his surroundings, he eventually planted his eyes on one familiar black cat. "Hey, Quentin! Get over here!" The black cat stood, unmoving and uncaring. "Hmm. Maybe I need to word it differently. Quentin! I command that you come over here!" Once again, the director stood completely still, as if he couldn't hear anything that was said to him.

Flippy sighed and shook his head. "Don't waste your energy. It was worth a shot, but I think we're better off focusing on Jack. It seems like he is slowing down a tad. I'm almost there!"

Chip wasn't sure why he decided to do what he did next, but was he glad that he stuck to his intuition. "Hey, Quentin! You're a no-name hack of a director! Nobody would ever want to watch your crappy western! Just go back to Valentoonia and maybe they will let you film some direct-to-video schlock! Maybe!"

"My films are masterpieces!" Quentin, still hypnotized, seemed to have heard what Chip said and began to stroll over, explaining why his first film was actually underrated. "You normies always think you understand art, well you don't!"

"Wait, I didn't know they could talk." Flippy whispered, gathering a shrug from Chip. "What are you doing? You're just going to make him mad and he might attack."

The brown monkey ignored his friend and continued to taunt his other friend. "Sure, whatever! Why don't you just go worship some feet or something you weirdo! Only a true idiot would think your work has any merit! It is the worst thing I have ever seen!"

Stomping over, Quentin was now directly above Chip. Flippy had managed to get about fifty feet away and watched on anxiously. What would happen next? What was Chip's plan? "I will not allow you to speak such blasphemy!" Leaning over, Quentin began to reach out to grab Chip. As he approached, Chip braced himself. Leaning his head back, he sprung forward, banging his cranium into the black cat's forehead, sending him flying backwards. Quentin laid unmoving, as the pair of Toons watched quietly.

"Gosh. What was that for? You just knocked him out I think." Flippy chuckled with a tinge of concern. "Well, I guess that is one less of them we have to worry about." Shortly after the blue dog spoke, Quentin began to rustle. "Well, so much for that, I guess."

"Well, let's just hope I was right. This worked last time." Chip whispered loudly, worrying about drawing any attention from Jack who was still busy in the distance.

Quentin stirred before placing his arms underneath him. Lifting himself up slowly, his friends watched nervously as he brought himself to his feet. The black cat rubbed his forehead which pulsated in pain from the clubbing he had just taken. "Ugh, what the hell happened." Looking around his surroundings, he finally noticed that something was off when a tied up monkey came into his line of vision. Immediately realizing something was wrong, he slowly started to piece things together. The fight with Jack in the church. Chip previously bonking him to break his hypnotization.

Chip mouthed to him, asking for help. "Help... Me."

Nodding in understanding, Quentin searched out for Jack. Waiting until he was distracted by something, the black cat tip-toed over and knelt near Chip. "You guys really screwed this up, didn't you. You're lucky I'm saving you... again!"

"Just shut up and untie us, man." Chip hissed out through his teeth. As Quentin undid the knots, Chip could feel the pressure being released from around his wrists, blood flowing back into his hands and causing a tingling feeling. Once he was free he quickly made short work freeing his feet from their restraints and breathing a sigh of relief. "Just pretend to be hypnotized still. Flippy has a plan to get us out of here."

"Well screw my plan, this is way better. Just untie me and we can just take off running. We would easily outdo these guys. Jack is a good few hundred feet behind us. Hurry up and untie me." Flippy tilted his head in his direction, ready to be freed.

Chip sat in place, staying perfectly still. There were still several dummies patrolling around, and getting away wouldn't be as easy as Flippy probably thought. Even if they did get past the dummies, how much would that slow them down? They would be running endlessly. No, they needed to end this. Laying down into the sand, he waited for Quentin to finish untying Flippy. Once the dog was freed, the trio all waited, unsure of what to do next. "What's the plan, Flippy?" Quentin inquired.

"It is done! He is ready! Everybody, please ready yourselves for the ceremonies! Bring us the slaves!" Jack threw his arms in the air, shaking his staff and cackling. "We will finally feel His love!" None of the Toons knew what to do. As Jack continued his speech, the ground began to shake. The dummies and hypnotized Toons who had drawn the circle quickly fled from their positions as the ground beneath them began to rise.

"What the hell is going on here?" Flippy yelled out, not caring to hide his newfound freedom he leapt up and watched as a gargantuan green stick rose from the ground.

Chip rolled out of position and leapt to his feet. The more the ground rose, the clearer it became what was happening. "Oh my Cog. Is that..." A sphere of orange broke free from where the drawing had been completed. Almost perfectly synchronized with what had been created. "Is that a pumpkin?"

"Not just a pumpkin... It has a face! Plus... I think it just moved its mouth!" Quentin screamed. Starting to run, he was quickly grabbed by two dummies who managed to latch onto his arms.

"Ah, looks like you broke free once again, Quentin. You're one stubborn cat. Very well. I will not force you to join us. Instead you can join your friends. What a glorious fate!" Grinning, Jack pointed a dummy towards the giant pumpkin. "You! Go greet him!" Doing as it was commanded, a pink crocodile sprinted over to the pumpkin and stood in front. Kneeling, they waited patiently as the Pumpkin lowered its eyes towards them. Without a word, the giant gourd opened its mouth and began to suck air, slowly pulling in the dummy which went silently into the mouth, disappearing.

Flippy nearly fainted upon seeing what Jack had done. "That pumpkin just ate that Toon! Well dummy! Good lord! We need to go!" Kicking out, he knocked over the closest dummy and began to sprint. After he made a short gap between himself and his foes he soon realized Chip and Quentin were not with him. Turning, he noticed that Quentin had been caught and Chip stood still, paralyzed with fear. "Damn it." Looking down, his mind began to race. He needed to do something. He was going to have to go back to plan "A." He was going to have to try something at least. Bending down he grabbed two fistfuls of the sand. Clenching it tightly he began to speak quietly. "Um, hello magic. I'm not really sure how any of this works. But if you could help get us out of here, it would be appreciated." Throwing the sand up into the air, he watched as it slowly drifted back down to the ground.

"Get off me!" Chip screamed as he was apprehended by two more dummies. "I'm not becoming lunch for a vegetable!"

"It's technically a fruit!" Quentin yelled back as he was dragged towards what appeared to be an inevitable death. "You know it is a bit ironic, isn't it? Being eaten by a giant fruit?"

The simian sneered and kicked and fought his way, trying to escape. Suddenly the sky above them began to darken. The once bright blue sky had disappeared, the white clouds replaced with black ones. Flashes of thunder rolled above the Toons. "Ah, I see that He has summoned a great storm. I am unsure of this, but I trust in your powers, my Gourd!" Jack bowed and held his hand to his heart. The clouds began to dump gallons of water onto the withering figures before. The Three victims held open their mouths and gratefully absorbed any water they could get.

While they drank, Flippy noticed that something was off about the pumpkin-heads. The longer that it rained, the larger their heads grew. The pair who were holding Quentin grew to enormous sizes, eventually weighing so heavily it caused them to fall over, and unable to stand back up. Many of the other slaves joined a similar fate, as the downpour of life-giving liquid had the opposite effect. "Wait, was this the magic?" Flippy whispered to himself. Shrugging, he decided he would take credit anyways. "You're welcome guys!"

Unfortunately for the trio, while the many dummies had become incapacitated by the size of their craniums, the Great Gourd had continued to grow. As it did, its unfathomable hunger grew with it. Any dummy that was unable to break free found themselves eaten in one swift motion. The hypnotized Toons, while still under command, seemed to have the sense to stay away. "Don't run you idiots! Go back and get them! They must be sacrificed to The Great Gourd! He demands Toons! If you don't, I'm going to have to use you!"

"Hey guys, get over here!"Chip yelled, waving to his friends. The ground below them began to become muddied and difficult to traverse. Feet getting stuck in the newly forming marshes, eventually the group was all together and ready for the next part of their plan. "Okay, it looks like that thing isn't going to stop unless we do something. I think it will be best if we all split up. You two try and take care of Jack, and I'll see if I can do something about the pumpkin. I'm going to see if I can get behind it and maybe start carving it up. If I can't stop it, I'll be relying on you. There's only so many of them, they can't get all three of us."

"Alright, well be careful." Flippy rubbed his hands together and stared at Jack. "Come on Quentin. Let's end this guy. You go left and I'll go right. Be careful too. We'll make a large loop and circle around behind him. Find somewhere to hide and then we'll attack together." Rubbing his chin, he thought about the giant pumpkin. "So, how do you plan to stop that?"

Shrugging, Chip joined in worry about the gargantuan gourd. "I'll figure it out. Anyways, we better go. I think those hypnotized Toons are going to start coming for us soon. Good luck guys!" Taking off running, the chimp cringed lightly every time his foot squished into the growing pile of mud. He hated mud. He hated how it felt and he hated how it sounded. As soon as he got out of this place he was taking a shower. Bypassing several downed dummies, he started to think of ideas. He could try and climb it and rip off the stem. Maybe he could try and tear it open? As he got closer, he couldn't tell if it was getting bigger due to being closer or the rain. Was the rain due to Flippy? If so, he wasn't sure how to feel about it.

Quentin, also a neat-freak, cursed to himself as he trampled through the wet sand. Jack was going to have to pay for his dry cleaning at a minimum. He had circumnavigated the area so far that he nearly lost sight of Flippy. Fortunately the Great Gourd was a reference point that could be used to keep track of. He wasn't sure if Jack was either crazy or incredibly brave, as the lime green duck stood just meters away, cheering and calling orders for his army. "What a loon."

"Alright, Chip. Think. We need to kill this thing. How do you kill a pumpkin?" The monkey was deep in thought, zoning out as he ran closer to his adversary. Nearing the fruit, he stopped and took everything in. By now, The Great Gourd stood at least twenty feet high, and almost as wide. It was bigger than a lot of buildings in Toontown. Before he could start acting, he was caught off guard by what happened next.

"Great Gourd! I understand. You wish to share your power with me! I will become a part of you! I am honored by such a request!" Jack slipped off his robes, and dropped his staff on the ground next to him. "Everybody! The Great Gourd has accepted me as his one true successor! However, this does not mean that He does not still wish to bring salvation for you all! Once I have become one with him, I assure you all your own eternity of happiness!" Continuing to strip off the rest of his clothes, he cackled outrageously and called up to the heavens. Standing directly in front of the pumpkin, Jack called out loudly enough for the three Toons to all hear. "Bring me to salvation!" Dropping to his knees, he threw his arms out and waited for his God to address him.

Nobody was ready for what happened. Just like the several dummies and hypnotized Toons that had become victim to the ravenous pumpkin, The gourd leaned forward and swallowed the duck. The final image of him to the three was disappearing into the black void. "He... he just got eaten by the damn thing!" Quentin screamed, as if the other two had not just witnessed the same thing.

"Well, I guess that is that! But we still have to deal with that thing! We can't just let it go around killing Toons!" Flippy screamed back. "Wait, he dropped his staff. I think maybe if we can get that we can use it to do... er. Something, probably! Come on, let's go!" Flippy and Chip darted towards where the one time wizard had been eaten. Quentin, still comprehending what he had seen, could not move.

"You think that you can stop me! I have just absorbed His power! I will soon command the entire world!" The giant Jack O' Lantern was soon filled with a glowing purple light, its eyes resembling the hypnotized Toons that Jack had once commanded. "You fools think that you are capable of stopping progress! Now you will see what I am truly capable of!" Flippy and Chip stopped in their tracks. The once immobile pumpkin had slowly shifted position to turn and face them. The face had turned, eyes shifting and turning to a frown. Unlike the other Toons and dummies that had been eaten, Jack had somehow gained control of the giant fruit after being eaten. A dangerous proposition as he was now a several thousand pound ball capable of movement.

"How... How is this even possible?" Chip grappled with what all seemed to be another terrible nightmare. He would gladly go back to the California and deal with drowning in blood and whatever other thing he had dealt with before. The green duck had sacrificed himself and was now actually dangerous. Had he been right the entire time? Maybe he wasn't such a nutcase.

Almost as if he could read minds, Flippy called over to his friend. "I don't think that this is some divine being! I still think this is due to the magic! The magic in the sand is probably dissolved with the water and picked up in the air which is causing the pumpkins to grow! Now, he still has access to whatever magic and is probably controlling from the inside! Or at least I hope so because otherwise we're screwed!"

"That's reassuring! Thanks, man!" Chip cried. "Oh, crap!" The monkey leapt out of the way as the steamroller known as The Great Gourd rolled by, nearly crushing him and ending the story too early. Panting heavily, he turned and waited for Jack to turn himself around. Like a matador, he anxiously waited for his foe to charge. "Go get the staff, I'll handle him!"

"Alright, be careful though!" Flippy darted off, unseen by Jack who had tunnel vision in taking out the Toon who was single-handedly causing his ambitions to be halted.

By now, The Great Gourd had continued growing, nearly doubling its original size. The being towered over anything else. A monolith in the desert. Chip wasn't going to be able to avoid it going horizontally. It was too wide. Leaping sideways would almost guarantee he would be squished. There was only one thing he could do. He would need to outrun it. The mud had already made getting anywhere a chore, but now he was going to have to outrun a several ton, momentum filled terror. Without a further thought he turned and sprinted. His weary body was being pushed to the absolute limit. "If I get out of here, I'm retiring from this." He exhaled, whispering to himself to keep his mind off of his fear. He peeked his head over his shoulder and widened his eyes. Jack had finally rolled himself around to face Chip again and smiled.

"Yes. That is it. Run! Try and run! You cannot escape your fate, monkey!" Jack guffawed like a lunatic. The only saving grace for Chip was that Jack would have to go through the mud too, slowing him down just enough to allow the monkey to keep his distance. Intelligently, Jack had rolled the pumpkin's body on the side, keeping the large stem facing outwards to ensure that it would not get stuck in the ground or snap off.

The black cat had finally broken his trance and watched as his acquaintance fled from the killer pumpkin. It seemed almost pointless. He would only be able to outrun the thing for so long. There was little he could do to get away. He would need somewhere to hide, and that is when he saw it. "Cog, I'm brilliant." Taking off running vertically, he cut through the mud to catch up to Chip. Calling out to get the monkey's attention. "Dune! The dune!" he screamed as loudly as he could. Fortunately for him he had years of yelling at actors and crew to prepare him.

"Doom? What?" Chip tried to respond, but found it harder to expend any energy that wasn't going to keep him alive.

"Get to the dunes! The cliffs! Slide down the hill!" The black cat was getting frustrated as he was not a very quick runner and Chip was distancing himself. Even the Great Gourd was outpacing him, eventually leading him to give up and turn around. "Whatever, I tried."

While the other two were preoccupied with keeping Jack at bay, Flippy had made his way back over to where the duck had dropped off his things. "Ugh, running around naked. Glad I didn't have to see any of that." Bending over to pick up the staff, he used the sharp tip to lift up the wizard's clothes like they were toxic. As he steered the clothes away, something plopped out of Jack's pocket, sticking upwards into the muddy ground. Through the drenching rain, the blue dog could barely make out its existence. Dropping the clothes and the staff back to where it came from, he leaned over and furrowed his brow as he lifted up the object. "Hypno-Goggles? What the heck is he carrying these around for?" Pondering, he broke into excitement when he remembered. "Wait, the hypnosis! Hmm. Never really thought about these working on Toons. Never needed to snap a cog out of it. Surely there must be a way to stop it."

Like a gazelle, Chip galloped gallantly. "Doom! Get to the cliff!" Echoed out through the desert, sound waves bouncing off the sheets of rain and making their way to the simian. That is when it struck him. If he could get to the dunes and slide down, the rolling pumpkin of death behind him would likely not be able to stop its momentum enough to slide down a hill and would either go flying overhead or have to stop. Either way it would give him a good enough opportunity to catch his breath and maybe think of something better. Fortunately there was a giant hill just a few hundred feet away. Making one last peek behind him, he noticed that Jack was quickly catching up. Almost close enough that Chip could feel the splattering of the mud that was being knocked into the air under the immense weight of the ever growing pumpkin. Jack didn't need to go faster, as he just kept growing. Terrified, the Toon stepped up one last gear. He was going to make it or die trying.

"Can't believe I'm surrounded by idiots. I'm going home." Quentin shielded his already soaked head from the rain and made his way back over to Flippy who was kneeling near Jack's clothes and investigating something. "Hey, I think he died. We might as well get out of here before the hypnotized Toons start doing something."

"Hold on, Q. Look at this." Flippy held up the hypno-goggles and had them quickly snatched by the black cat. "This fell out of Jack's pocket. I think this is how he was controlling everybody. I do remember that he used these when he hypnotized you. Can't really figure out how they work in reverse though."

Clenching the gag, Quentin twisted his wrists and snapped the glasses in half. "Who cares. I want to go home. There's nothing stopping us. I'm leaving and if you don't want to come, then good luck." Almost immediately after his actions, it became readily apparent that something had changed. Dozens of Toons who had been zombified fell to their knees and grabbed their heads in unison. While they were blanketed in darkness and rain, the limited vision provided to the Toons allowed them to notice a white horse who earlier had a hold on Flippy was convulsing before falling to the ground. "Um, are they supposed to do that?"

"I don't think so. Let's go check it out!" The counciltoon grabbed his comrade's arm and dragged him along to investigate.

"Why don't you just accept your fate, Chip! You will find it quite wonderful in eternity! You will never have a care or worry! It will be pure bliss! Come, join us! I will even allow you an opportunity to be my second in command! What do you think?" Jack's words were muffled as every few seconds his mouth would be facing the ground as he spoke, continuing to roll along unimpeded.

Chip didn't speak. He was just about there. As he climbed the hill, his calves and feet burned in pain. About halfway up the hill, his foot slipped in the slippery mud, causing him to fall forward, barely catching himself and getting a face full of mud. Quickly regaining himself, he wiped the grime from his eyes, spit out the clump in his mouth and continued to climb. The heat radiating from the Great Gourd's eyes was so close that the monkey could feel it. Reaching the apex, he turned around and watched as Jack struggled to reach the top, sliding back down to the bottom and backing up to gain momentum. "Come on, Jacky boy! I guess your amazing God wasn't even powerful enough to climb a hill! No wonder nobody will follow you!"

The taunting seemed to work. Much as Flippy had said earlier. As Jack rolled backwards, his face switched to one of intense anger and hatred. "You will regret slandering Him! Now you die with no honor! He will not forgive you!" Jack began to roll at top speed, gaining enough momentum to start easily making his way up the slippery slope. "Die! Die! Die!" Jack screamed, controlling the giant fruit. At about three-fourths of the way, Chip knew this was it. There was no going back now. He would have to wait until the last second and then jump. Sure enough, as Jack approached, Chip let out a scream and leapt down the curved downward hill. Landing awkwardly, the brown monkey began to tumble and slide, turning into a mud pile. As he caught himself, he looked to the sky just in time to watch the immense orange sphere fly through the air like a bird. Time seemed to slow down, as the Great Gourd went careening onto what appeared be flattened, somewhat dry ground.

"Hey, hey!" Flippy grabbed the horse by the shoulders, shaking him and nearly knocking him over from the intense force. "Can you hear me?"

"Ugh. Ugh who are you? Get off me! Get off me!" Throwing his arms up, the stallion pushed away the pair of Toons and crawled backwards away in fear. "I have a family! Just let me go!"

Quentin and Flippy looked at each other, eyes wide and surprised. He had broken from the spell. "Um, I think the spell was broken."

Kneeling by the horse, the blue dog put on a sympathetic face and spoke gently. "Hey, listen buddy. We're here to help you. My name is Flippy Doggenbottom. I am a counciltoon from Toontown. You were put under a hypnosis spell. Well you and many others. You're okay now. We're going to get you home." The Toons walked around, spreading out and consoling the panicked and horrified Toons who had been under Jack's spell for days, weeks, and sometimes longer. Several Toons who recognized Quentin thought that they had been part of some kind of weird movie, and were quickly deflated when they found out everything was real. Soon they had gathered up forty-one Toons, twenty-eight of them from Toontown and another thirteen from Funny Farms. One was a red deer named, The Apple.

"Oh my goodness." Chip bent backwards as the almost explosion level sound boomed through the air, sending splatters of pumpkin guts cascading for an almost one mile radius. Even the rain could not wash away the filth that had overwhelmed the monkey. The giant pumpkin had crashed into the ground with such a force that it had smashed and been completely destroyed. Unable to stand, Chip rolled down the remainder of the hill, finally reaching the plateau at the bottom. Shaking his limbs to free himself from as much of the goop as possible. Across the desert a small pile of bodies lay, moaning and groaning in pain and unsurety. In the pile was a green duck. It was Jack. Eventually limping his way over, Chip was amazed to find that all of the Toons that had been consumed were still alive. Jack, while naked, was still there. It was almost humorous after all of the intense chaos, pain, and horror that had been inflicted on so many, that Jack would be in this position. Naked, covered in disgusting slime. It was almost as if he was a newborn baby, re-birthed from his God. "Well, Jack. It looks like your dreams were... squashed?"