This is George Beard and Harold Hutchins. George is the skeleton on the right with the tie and flat-top. Harold is the one on the left with the T-shirt and the bad haircut. Remember that now.
As you might remember from our last adventure, George and Harold made the horrifying mistake of trying to pass through a synthetic time warp without letting the c-2X906 super-bimflimanatrix drive of their beebleflux-capacitating zossifyer cool down, thus creating a sub-paradoxial dimensionalistic alternicon shift, which opened up a hyper-googliphonic screen door into a sub-omnivating ultra zinticular bio-nanzonoflanamarzipan. To put it in scientific turms, they screwed up.
But don't get freaked out because everybody looks like a skeleton. X-ray beams are a normal by-product of inter-dimensional reality shifting. Don't worry, it'll probably clear up by the time you turn the page... See? What did I tell you?
George,Harold and their loyal pets suddenly found themselves wishing they had never set foot inside the petrifying Purple Potty that was about to send them on a journey into the horrifying abyss of the unknown... a journey that would probably spell impending doom for themselves, and would most likely bring about the end of our civilization as we know it... But before I can tell you that story, I have to tell you this story.