Comic transcript

Doris: Bye bye, Broccoli. I love you.

She tears a rift in the VOID with a finger.

Broccoli: I love you more!

Doris: No you don’t… Bye…

Broccoli: Yes I do.

Doris goes through the rift, and it seals behind her. Waffles scratches at the spot where it was.

Broccoli: Yeah… I miss her too. But don’t worry! You can play with me!

They gallantly brandish their stick. Waffles scratches more furiously.

Broccoli (singing): We can play house, and I’ll be the house!

Waffles tears a new rift in the Void.

Broccoli: WAFFLES! YOU CAN’T GO OUTSIDE THE VOID IT’S NOT IDEAL!

Waffles glances back at them and jumps through the rift.

Broccoli: Oh bad! Oh bad. I feel really… Oh! I feel really VERY BAD! You’ve DONE IT NOW!

They pause to stare at the open rift.

Broccoli: NOPE! Stayin’ in my VOID. I’m a good Broccoli. I don’t need to know things.

They stare again.

Broccoli: Well you drive a hard bargain.

They go through the rift into a blue room, decorated and populated with an assortment of items, including multiple shelves lined with snowglobes. Waffles is on one of those shelves. He picks up a snowglobe in his paws and jumps down with it, hoisting it above his head and standing on hind legs.

Broccoli: WAFFLES! What are you doing?

Waffles: SILENCE POPPET.

He leaps to place the snowglobe in a device on the wall next to a door. He presses a button and the machine comes alive. Then he pulls a lever, and the door opens to reveal a wall of fire. Broccoli stares at it in fright. Waffles growls and slams the door shut, then looks back up at the shelves.

Waffles: AUGGGGGGGG! THEY ALL LOOK THE SAME!

He holds one up to Broccoli.

Waffles: Can you read this? Of course not! DONUTS her handwriting is TERRIBLE!

Broccoli holds the snowglobe and stares at it with confusion. It is labeled with unreadable symbols.

Waffles: One of these HAS to be mine… I think I left the oven on. It could EXPLODE Poppet! You don’t even care!

Broccoli is distracted by a rubber duck on a nearby table. They lift it to their face.

Broccoli: Hello.

They see that the duck was obscuring the hilt of a red knife, its blade down a slot in the table. They examine it, then swipe it in the air. It cuts a rift. Meanwhile, Waffles has placed another snowglobe into the machine.

Waffles: Hmm. Okay… I’ve got a good feeling about this one.

A blast of rainbow light bursts through the open door. A colorful landscape is revealed, with flowers, clouds, and a sun that are all smiling. There are other cats in the distance.

Broccoli: WAFFLES!! DO YOU LIVE HERE?

Waffles: Definitely not…

Broccoli looks out at the cats in the distance. They appear very joyful.

Waffles: Don’t go near them, Poppet. They’re a bunch of… freaks…

They return to the blue room. Broccoli picks up the snowglobe from the machine.

Broccoli: There’s so many things, Waffles. Each one of these things have even more things. That’s TOO MANY things! I—

Waffles: HEY. Once we’ve located my dimension, I’ll happily allow you to return to your little prison. Now put this snowglobe on the—

Four knocks sound from the closed door. Both are startled.

Waffles: NEVERMIND BACK TO THE VOID. HURRY!

They reenter the void and the rift they used reseals itself. Broccoli is left holding Waffles in silence. After a pause, he violently ejects himself from their arms.