Extra Chapter: War of the Toons part 2

I cracked my knuckles, rolling my shoulders as King Gag floated above me, his oversized grin practically radiating smugness.

"A Toon Duel, huh?" I muttered, narrowing my eyes. "Fine. Let's play your little game."

The rabbit beside me—who I was now calling Flopsy—waved his arms frantically. "Wait, wait, wait! You don’t understand! Nobody has ever beaten King Gag in a Toon Duel! He controls the logic of this world! The rules don’t apply to him!"

I smirked. "Yeah? Neither do they apply to me."

King Gag laughed, twirling his cane. "AH-HA-HA! I LIKE YOUR SPIRIT, KIDDO! BUT LET’S SEE HOW YOU HANDLE... THIS!"

He snapped his fingers.

Immediately, the sky twisted into a chaotic swirl of colors, and the ground beneath me transformed into a giant banana peel.

I barely had time to react before my feet shot out from under me, and I slid at light speed, spinning like a top as a comical whistle sound effect played.

Fine. Two can play at this game.

Instead of trying to stop myself, I embraced it. I flipped in midair, striking a ridiculous superhero pose as I landed, only to find myself stuck in an exaggerated deep squat, my legs comically stretched out like rubber.

King Gag waggled a gloved finger. "Ah-ah! No normal physics here, dear Mona! You play by Toon Rules! And in Toon Rules, all landings are wacky!"

My eye twitched. "Alright, that’s it."

I took a deep breath, and with a flick of my wrist, I reached beyond the logic of the Tooniverse. If this place wanted to impose cartoon physics on me…

Then I’d break them from the inside.

The moment I touched the fabric of this reality, I felt it—a fundamental core of absolute absurdity. The laws of this world weren’t based on power, strength, or intelligence.

They were based on comedic timing.

Which meant all I had to do was ruin the joke.

King Gag pointed dramatically. "Time for my next move! Anvils from nowhere!"

Instantly, the sky filled with hundreds of anvils, each one labeled “1000 TONS” in big, bold letters. They whistled as they fell, aiming straight for me.

I yawned.

Then, at the exact moment before impact—

I stared directly at the audience.

A long, awkward silence followed.

The anvils, mid-fall, froze in place. The sky dimmed slightly, as if the universe itself was processing what just happened.

King Gag’s grin faltered. "W-Wait, what are you doing?!"

I crossed my arms. "I’m not playing along."

A dramatic gasp echoed from nowhere.

The anvils started trembling in midair. And then—

POOF!

They vanished in a puff of smoke.

King Gag recoiled. "WHAT?!"

I smirked. "Toon Logic only works if you play along. You set up the joke, the universe delivers the punchline. But if I refuse to react—" I gestured at the now anvil-free sky, "—the gag falls apart."

King Gag stared at me in horror. "You… YOU CAN’T JUST DO THAT!"

I grinned. "Oh, but I can. And I will."

The Toon King was panicking now. His whole gimmick—his entire existence—was built on being the one who controlled the rules.

But I had just hacked the system.

I saw the moment he decided to change tactics. His eyes flashed, and suddenly—

The ground beneath me became a massive boxing glove, punching me so hard I flew into space.

Instead of panicking, I crossed my arms and simply floated in place.

BOING!

I didn’t fall. I didn’t bounce. I just stayed there.

King Gag pointed angrily. "WHY AREN’T YOU FOLLOWING THE RULES?!"

I shrugged. "Because your rules are stupid."

A record scratch noise played in the background. The very fabric of the Tooniverse trembled. Somewhere, a rubber hose-style cartoon cat gasped dramatically.

King Gag gritted his teeth. "Fine! If you won’t play fair—THEN I’LL MAKE YOU!"

He snapped his fingers.

The entire universe flipped upside down.

Reality warped into a black-and-white silent film. Everything went all grainy, and a ridiculous piano tune played in the background.

I looked down. Instead of my usual clothes, I was now wearing old-timey suspenders and white gloves.

King Gag cackled. "NOW WHAT, MONA?! YOU CAN’T BREAK A WORLD THAT’S ALREADY BROKEN!"

…Okay. Annoying.

But I wasn’t out yet.

I slowly turned to face him. "You want a fight, huh?"

King Gag grinned. "That’s the spirit!"

I cracked my knuckles. "Alright. Let’s see how you like it when someone else controls the joke."

Then, I reached out… and grabbed the entire Tooniverse.

King Gag’s eyes bulged. "W-WAIT, WHAT?!"

I yanked.

RRRIIIIIP!

The silent film filter tore away like it was paper. The black-and-white world peeled back, revealing the full-colored insanity of Toonville once again.

King Gag staggered backward. "Y-YOU CAN’T JUST—"

I grinned. "Oh, but I can."

I snapped my fingers.

A massive trapdoor appeared beneath King Gag.

His eyes widened in realization. "WAIT—"

CLICK!

The trapdoor opened, and he fell through—screaming in exaggerated slow motion.

I peeked over the edge.

Far, far below, I saw King Gag plummeting endlessly into white space, flailing as a ridiculous slide whistle sound played.

I dusted my hands off. "Welp. That’s that."

A dramatic bell DING! echoed across the universe.

A massive neon sign appeared above me, flashing:

"WINNER: MONA FRY!"

The entire Tooniverse cheered. Fireworks exploded. A parade appeared out of nowhere, complete with dancing penguins and a jazz band.

Flopsy the rabbit ran up to me, eyes wide. "Y-YOU ACTUALLY DID IT?! YOU BEAT THE TOON KING?!"

I stretched. "Of course. It was just a matter of playing the system better than him."

Flopsy’s jaw dropped. "BUT THAT MEANS—"

The sky ripped open.

A swirling portal appeared, glowing with energy not bound by toon logic.

A way out.

I smirked. "Looks like my ride’s here."

Flopsy saluted. "It’s been an honor, ma’am!"

I nodded, stepping toward the portal—

Only for a faint voice to echo behind me.

"You haven’t seen the last of me, Monaaaaaa!"

I snorted. "Yeah, yeah. See ya never, Gag."

And with that, I stepped through—leaving the Tooniverse behind.