Harold recently came through a door that he drew that leads into the Real World, and since he doesn’t know anything about the Real World he acts like he’s in his old world, oblivious to how rude the people here are.

After changing into a pair of blue coveralls, Harold and his friend Moose draw a bike and take a ride on the highway, confused as to why people are honking at them. That is until the make it onto a street and finally pay attention to where they’re going.

You end up hitting them with your car and get a flat tire in the process, so like any person would do, you get out of your car to help them and see if they’re okay, your son in the back seat of your car a bit shaken up. “My insides are coming to my outsides!” Harold says as he shows you the bleeding cut on his finger.