Acid was a terror the next morning.
“ACID, STOP!” Yelled Electrik over the din Acid was creating. Acid was rushing around, trying to get everything he needed for the test that would be in 5 hours. A few seconds at the computer, then maybe a few seconds packing, a possible detonation of Acid’s coffee maker, (Acid had specially engineered his coffee maker to explode rather than make coffee. He finds it much better for waking him up, and it tastes better as well.) and general running around in circles panicking.
“CANTTALKNOWGOTTOGETREADYPLZKTHXBYE!!!”
“ACID!”
“WHAT?! I’M BUSY GETTING READY! AHH, I’M LATE!”
“Slow down! There’s still 5 hours before-” Electrik was cut off by his overexcited brother’s screaming.
“5 HOURS?!? OHMYGOSHI’MLATEINEEDTOGETREADYAAAAAAAA!!!”
Electrik grabbed the nearest thing to him, and clobbered Acid with the unfortunate Toaster. “Acid. 5 hours. That’s 300 minutes, okay?”
“300 MINUTES?!?AAAHHHHI’MLATE!!!”
“Acid. 300 minutes is 18000 seconds. You’ve got plenty of time.”
“18000 seconds… Akay.”
Electrik chuckled to himself. If all else fails with Acid, give him bigger numbers.

At 3:00, Acid had gathered the first testers into his office. Jack Flash, Coppertop, Radium, Electrik and Ducky all sat waiting for the test to begin. Ducky, the local barkeep, was a bit agitated from being away from her war tavern too long, and was constantly rambling about her cherry table and geraniums, despite Coppertop, a gray-furred jackrabbit, and her assurances that Ducky’s geraniums and cherry table are fine. Radium, a green-furred jackrabbit mage, was hanging at the back, making snide comments about the other rabbits in the room. Jack Flash, a White-furred jackrabbit, was tinkering with some random invention of Acid’s, much to the dismay of Electrik, who was trying to quickly remove the object from the rabbit’s possession. Acid was about to call the group’s attention to the dimension hopper, when Jack’s new toy exploded violently, silencing even Ducky. Acid walked over to the stunned white rabbit, smacked him across the face once, and walked back to the front of the room, wordlessly.
Finally, he spoke. “So, shall we begin?”
There was a roar of agreement from the rest.
“Well, then, what are we waiting for?” Acid hit start.
The machine started humming, the way it normally did when it started getting ready for a jump. Text scrolled down the screen of the computer wildly as it calculated. The Tubelectric generators started glowing. It held that way for a second, and then the world was ripped apart.

Pieces of the surroundings fit themselves back together like a jigsaw puzzle. When the image was cleared enough, Acid found himself looking at a teenaged human, who was staring right back. He was sitting at a computer, and the room was quite cramped with 12 occupants. Pairs of shoes, articles of clothing and pieces of paper littered the floor, but it wasn’t half as bad as the desk. There was quite a collection of dishes sitting next to the human, on top of a huge pile of papers. Behind the desk was a dresser, which was worse than the desk. It was piled high with books, paper, clothes, folders, and random objects such as a math Olympiads trophy, a red Gameboy Advance and a box of Kleenex. Next to the dresser was a bookshelf, which had an electric clock, a bendy lamp and several books on top of it, not to mention the multitude of comic books, joke books and small novels crammed onto the shelves. Next to that was the bed, which was reasonably kept, but there was no sheet and the blankets were bunched up, 1 on the floor. To the left of the bed was another, larger bookshelf which had many more books, along with models, lego creations, and other decorations, topped with 4 sombreros, 2 of which apparently came from some place called ‘Chevys’. Next to the large bookshelf was the closet. It wasn’t very well kept; the jackets and shirts were hung up nicely, but besides that, it was a mess. Apparently the human would start school soon as there were 2 empty binders, a lunchbox and a pencil box next to 2 sets of binder dividers in there.
The human, after recovering from the shock, uttered 2 words. “Oh, nuts.”
“What do you mean, ‘Oh, nuts?’ It worked!” Asked Acid, incredulously.
“That’s the problem.”
“Problem?” chorused the group of animals.
“You smashed the fourth wall.”
“Smashed? The machine was just supposed to just teleport us onto the other side!” said Acid, taking out a notepad and reviewing his calculations.
“Well, the fourth wall isn’t solid. It’s more than that. The machine tried to teleport itself there, and when it found it couldn’t, it just threw itself and you through it as a last-ditch resort.”
“Akay… So, why is this a bad thing?”
“Basically, by smashing the fourth wall, you’ve destroyed the barrier between me and the stories I write. Anything in my stories can now just hop dimensions as easily as walking through an open door. This is not limited to story characters. While you might want to worry about the characters from the badly written stories I made when I was 8, you might be more threatened by my Video game characters.”
“Oh. Anything in particular?”
“What comes to my mind immediately is a tank that can just hit a button and incinerate anything in the near vicinity, at the cost of losing score. However, score will be the least of its problems when facing you.”
“Sounds like ouch.”
“So. Guess what you get to do?”
“Repair the fourth wall?”
“Wrong! I’ll do that. You get to travel all the dimensions and get everybody back where they’re supposed to go.”
“HOW?”
“I don’t know myself. You’ll just have to figure it out.”