Fumbling the glasses back on, your surrounding swam back into focus. However, it wasn't the familiar room you saw. Ahead of you Fred and Daphne were walking. Behind you the sounds of snacks being eaten. Impossibly tall sandwiches were being consumed by Shaggy, and Scooby.
You could smell the pickles, and garlic, it was terrifyingly real... And simultaneously back to normal, your own skin tone lacking the usual subtlety, it was a single colour. Your whole body now painted and flat. You were in the cartoon, and were a cartoon!?!
"Guys..." you blurt out. Desperately wanting to scream your shock and outrage at this development, you're again stuck with Velma's more limited vocabulary.
"I feel funny." you want to rage, and scream. To demand restoration, but that's beyond you...
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