You and your friend were simply walking through the woods near your town, enjoying the peaceful environment. While walking near a small creek stream, you spot a worn wooden chest. You were able to open it as the lock was worn beyond belief and you find a 1920s Tommy SMG inside. Despite the chest being worn and old, the gun’s surprisingly in good condition.

You: “Dude! Look at this, an old Tommy gun! Just like from those movies about 1920s gangsters and bootleggers!”

You pick up the Tommy gun and hand it over to your friend. Your friend is obviously shocked and is understandably nervous about holding a firearm

Friend: “What?! Nononono, I can't shoot this!! I-I don't even know how to! I mean, yeah, you probably just, y'know, pull the trigger, and it goes ‘pew pew pew’ and all that. But still, we shouldn’t be messing with it…”

As you search in the worn chest for anything else, you hear your friend slowly start to laugh; escalating from a normal laughter into a crazed laughter. When you turn around to see as to why your friend is laughing, your eyes widen in shock upon seeing that your friend has transformed into Freckle McMurray from the “Lackadaisy” comic series. Everything about him, his orangish cat fur, his olive green suit vest, his green striped trousers, all of him! It’s as if he jumped out from the comic into the real world. You see him aiming the Tommy gun around in a crazed fashion

Freckle McMurray: “LEMME AT 'EM, C'MON, C'MON!!!!” He yells as all of a sudden, a number of anthropomorphic cat mobsters appear from the bushes and start firing at you two, while Freckle peppers them with the Tommy gun he’s wielding. The whole scenario looks like something that happens in the “Lackadaisy” comic