*BAM*

A resounding cartoon thud burst through the air as Roger collided with a tree. His wife only sighed softly. "Roger, honey bunny, you really need to watch where you're going," she giggled.

"But I am! I mean, I'm watching—WOAHHH!" Roger's words cut off as he tripped over a branch.

Jessica quickly helped him to his feet. "So, what were you saying?" she smiled.

James chuckled and remarked, "He can't help himself—he's one of those Toons who hurts themselves for a laugh."

"No, I'm not!" Roger snapped indignantly. In true toon fashion, he then produced a pan and smacked it onto his own head, knocking himself out cold. Tiny blue Tweety Birds began swirling around his head.

"Roger, why do you always do these things at the worst possible moments?" Jessica asked.

Roger shook his head, sending the feathery animals scattering. "I'm sorry," he mumbled. "I guess James is right—I really can't help it."

"Well, try to help it now! We can't have a human trapped in Toon Town," Jessica said, shifting her focus to James. "Let's head to the tunnel entrance—it's not far from here."

Together, they reached the entrance. "Okay, let me show you—" James began as he walked up to it and stepped forward, only to suddenly come to a halt.

"What's wrong?" Jessica asked.

"I can't go any further," James said. He banged his fist on the barrier, his hand just got bounced back.

Roger stepped up behind James and gave him a gentle push, but nothing happened. "He's right. He can't pass through,"

Then, Roger stepped in front of James—and suddenly, he discovered that he could not leave either, "H-Huh?" he stammered.

"This is really odd," Jessica remarked. "You're saying that James is stuck here, and so are we Toons?

"The question is, why?" Roger mused, stroking his chin thoughtfully.

Before anyone could come up with a better idea, a cheerful shout rang out: "HELLOOOOOO, JAMES!"

James glanced over to find three familiar faces. "Not you three again," he chuckled. "You've done enough slapstick on me already!"

"Oh, nonsense!We never did harm you in any way, have we, guys?" the tall one inquired. The other two just shook their heads.

"Hey, why are you still here?" asked the short one with a British accent. "Human's have bed times right?"

The girl sighed dramatically. "Wakko, nobody goes to bed at 6 P.M!"

James chuckled, then looked back at Wakko, "Wakko, I haven't a clue," James replied.

The tall one tilted his head. "You don't know? Then, what exactly happened?"

James demonstrated by pressing himself against the invisible barrier.

"Hm, hey Dot?" the tall one suggested.

"What is it, big bro?" Dot replied.

"Let's fight this invisible wall!"

In an instant, the trio launched into a series of karate moves, leaping and striking towards the tunnel. But it seemed the barrier had a defense mechanism—upon impact, the three siblings were flung back roughly 100 feet, crashing into a nearby pole.

"Yakko, let's never do that again," Wakko groaned, sitting up, rubbing his head.

"Right back at you, buddy," Yakko coughed.

Dot walked up to James. "Well, it seems there's nothing we can do," she sighed.

Just then, a pie dropped onto the floor. "Oooh! Five-second rule!" Wakko exclaimed as he snatched it up and devoured it.

"Wait—did anyone notice that the pie was sparking?" Yakko asked, blinking.

"Nope! I didn't notice—" Wakko began, only to get zapped mid-sentence. "AHHHH! W-who! I—" he stuttered before collapsing onto the floor, as a symbol crashed.

"Wakko?!" Dot cried out.

Wakko promptly got back on his feet, then belched monstrously.

"Wakko! Gross!" Dot scolded.

James looked around, "Where did that pie come from?" he questioned.

"From me!" came a voice from behind.

James turned around, then felt something soft smush against his face. Wiping it off, he saw none other than 'The Trickster.'

"You again!" James exclaimed. The Trickster giggled mischievously and lobbed another pie at him.

"Trickster, can you please stop throwing pies for one minute?" Jessica demanded.

"We're about to go," Dot interjected. "I don't want Wakko eating any more electrified pies."

"Aww, come on! It tasted so good tough!" Wakko groaned. "It tasted electric!"

"Why do you keep throwing pies at me?!" James demanded, exasperated. The Trickster only giggled in reply.

"It's probably the only thing he knows how to do," Jessica observed as the Trickster sent another pie flying—this one aimed at Roger.

"Hm! Why can I only see white?! Oh no! I'm heading into the light!" Roger hollered.

"Roger, calm down—it's just pie," Jessica smiled as Roger licked the pie off his face. "Hey, you're right!" Roger said.