The sign outside the bar door said Lady's Night and most everyone in the bar was a lady of some flavor. Human tourists mixed with toons and the occasional man or woman who lived full time in Toontown.At a corner table, two versions of the same person were talking. That sort of thing happened from time to time here. It always took some getting used to.M'ress sat across from M'ress. The one on the left was a slender, four color cartoon cat woman. Three toed padded feet, three fingered hands, a man

FERAL FRIDAY, the sign by the door to the bar's inner room said. Todd nodded to the bouncer, who tonight wasn't the musclebound toon wrester he'd heard about but was instead an enormous toon bear, and went in. Sure enough, every toon in sight was nonanthropomorphic. The bartender was a huge cartoon bull, the waitresses were two feral skunk ladies who walked upright and carried trays balanced on their head. They were of dramatically different art styles, one a vintage hand drawn toon and the othe

FAMILY NIGHT, the sign outside the bar said.In the bar's front room Barry saw two different families of cartoon lions. One was lovingly hand-drawn in the Disney style, clearly something from the Lion King though he didn't recognize the lions. The other lion family was animated in early CGI, probably from some TV show he couldn't remember. There was a family of cartoon raccoons, again hand-drawn, one with a weird drooping nose. Some CGI cartoon dinosaurs from another TV show sat in the corner and

Bagheera looked very pleased with himself. It wasn't hard to see why. The panther padded into the back room of the bar, sleek and fat. His belly drooped nearly to the floor, round and sloshing. The softened shape was hard to make out until you saw the unmistakable round lump of skull bulging from his flank. A partially digested human occupied the panther's stomach.Minerva was sitting across from Shere Khan when Bagheera showed up. The tiger was in his feral Jungle Book form like Bagheera, not hi

The mink was sleek and short, with white fur, a long Champaign-colored furry tail and a matching mane of head-hair. She was sitting across the table from a cartoon lion much less humanoid in build. Minerva could pass for a human in a tight-fitting fur suit and mascot head, while Leo, currently sat in a chair, could walk on all fours and pretend to be a normal, non-talking cartoon lion.Minerva also had clothes in the form of a snug fitting red dress that reached from her cleavage to halfway down

POKER NIGHT, the sign outside the bar's back room said. FIFTY TOONBUCK BUY-IN.Kevin had toonbucks. There was an exchange at each entrance to the neighborhood and he'd turned in some cash for the colorful scrip. Most business would take dollars but it felt good to fit in.The drawback to toonbucks was that like non-character toons they would fade and disappear if you stayed away from toon neighborhoods long enough. Toon characters didn't, which is why Gazelle could tour with her tigers and entour

Jack missed all the fun, from the looks of things.He'd heard about the Toontown bar from a friend at work and that there was something interesting happening there that night. Unfortunately he had to work late and by the time he saw the animated bar sign, people and toons were filing out."'Scuze me son, I say 'scuze me," said an enormous rooster. It had a cartoon steak pressed against one eye. "Sorry," Jack said, and got out of the way. A trio of cartoon hyenas went by on all fours, giggling an

The back room of the toon bar was where things happened, they'd told Tim. They were right. He came through the door and the first thing he saw was a long bulge in a cartoon giraffe's neck. The giraffe closed its mouth around a set of shoes, swallowed, and Wally watched the lumpy bulge of human slide down a long, long neck.There was an audible thump as whoever it was reached the stomach and the flat belly between the giraffe's front and back legs bulged comically. As the lumpy swelling swayed up

There was a four foot tall cartoon skunk at the corner table of the toon bar, eyeing every woman who came in whether she be human or toon. Across from him sat another, smaller toon skunk who took this in with longsuffering patience. A cartoon wolf so stylized most people assumed he was a weasel smoked under a fan in back, and sat on a barstool was Leo the lion. Leo was at least three times the size of any human in the room. His tufted tail flicked back and forth like a metronome and his mane w