Who: Rigby and Allison When/Where: Yesterday afternoon, near a working class Seattle neighborhood. What: Random Wonderland goodness. Warnings: I really don't know. Rigby swears? I'll change it as it progresses.
It had been many weeks since Rigby had accidentally stumbled into Wonderland, and his ramblings across the city were starting to get a little desperate. He wasn't sure when he'd started calling it Wonderland, it was more like the strange land that seemed to encroach on the city had named itself. Whatever it was, Rigby loved it, and he had missed it. The chaos and stimulation of it was something he craved, even as he sank a bit more into moroseness.
So it was with a dejected air that he left Harmartia on a cloudy afternoon, heading down to the fisherman's wharves and trying to avoid the more touristy areas. He wasn't feeling optimistic about finding Wonderland that day, and stood at an intersection, rubbing the toe of his sneaker into the muck at the bottom of the gutter and listening to the cars growl by.
"Watch it, mister!" The voice was like that of a lion, or some jazz singer who had smoked too many cigarettes, and the closeness of it made Rigby jump. He lifted his head to find that a Dodge Ram pickup with the hemi engine and all of the other manly truck accouterments was talking to him.
"I beg your pardon?" he asked, even as he blinked and looked around. The stop light had become a green wire cage with red, yellow and green birds buzzing madly inside it.
"You need to watch what you're doing," The red Dodge said to him, looking more and more like a dragon. "Are you crossing the street?"
"Please," responded Rigby politely and the truck dragon took a small step backwards, exhaust rising up from his tailpipe. With a growing smile Rigby crossed the road, staring at the car animals around him. A Beetle most likely a Beetle, the trucks more dragon like than the more sedate cat-wagons and dog-sedans. It was wonderful.
As he stepped up onto the sidewalk on the other side, Rigby gave a small fist pump of victory, and nearly decked a petite blond girl who had been walking and gawking also, same as Rigby. "So sorry," sang out Rigby, still almost unable to tear himself away from the Wonderland nonsense going on around him.