The other day I was in a diner that I’d never been in before, and I mentioned to the waitress that I was thinking of moving to Norway.
“A-ha,” she said, “you’re one of those.”
“One of those what?” I said.
“A-ha,” she said again.
“A-ha?” I said.
“Yes,” she said.
At that point I gave up. I wasn’t going to get myself trapped in one of those Who’s-on-First? conversations. She then handed me something and left. I thought perhaps it was a passport or a visa or a plane ticket or something that would help get me to Norway, but it turned out to be just a comic book. I opened it up to look through it, but I only got as far as the first page when a hand (that looked like a cartoon drawing) reached out and pulled me into it.
I looked around and saw that I was in this weird room with a pretty young woman.
She introduced herself. “I’m Bunty Bailey,” she said, "and you’re - A-ha?
“What?”
“A-ha,” she said again, and I was afraid I was going to get into that ridiculous skit again, but then she said, “You’re Morten Harket.”
“No, I’m Wendell Wagner,” I said.
“You’ve pulled me into here,” she said.
“No, I didn’t. You pulled me in,” I said.
Then everything really got weird. Bunty and I found ourselves on opposite sides of a screen which alternately turned her and me into cartoon drawings. Meanwhile, music played in the background (with, strangely, someone singing in falsetto), and I began to catch flashes of rock musicians playing. The song was in English though, not in Norwegian. Then a motorcycle gang armed with wrenches attacked us, so Bunty and I ran away. At one point we came up against a blank wall, and somehow I was able to smash through it.
Then Bunty disappeared from my view. Suddenly I was in a hallway, but I was still a cartoon drawing. I went crazy and began hitting my head against the walls, and I slowly became a real person again while sprawled on the floor. I looked up and saw Bunty standing over me. I was about to get up and kiss her, but I began to think, “Do I really want a relationship with a crazy woman?”, so I got up and ran out of the apartment building I was in. I had run several blocks before I thought to myself, “Of course I want a relationship with her. I’m desperate. I’ll take a relationship with any woman, let alone one this pretty.”
So I tried to go back to that apartment house, but I couldn’t find it. I couldn’t find the diner where I’d been in either. I was within walking distance of my apartment, so I just went home. Anyway, can someone send me the comic book I’d been looking at or whatever drug somehow got into my system to make me think I was with that woman? I’d just fly to Norway to look for her, but it’s got a lot of fjords where I might get lost and never find her.