Gibi Da Turma Da Monica -

Cascão looked at his own clean arms in horror. "This place has no mud! I feel… naked!"

Suddenly, a high-pitched voice echoed from the portal. "BLUE! WHERE ARE YOU?!"

Gibi’s eyes sparkled. "You mean… you’re missing a comic book ? I have a solution." She ran to her shelf, grabbed a special hardcover edition of Mônica: Lembranças , and tossed it to Mônica. "Here. It's a graphic novel about your childhood. It even has the story of how you got the Sandals of Strength." gibi da turma da monica

Gibi, whose real name is Gilberte, was having a perfectly normal day in her colorful, pop-culture-filled bedroom. She had just finished drawing a new page for her webcomic when a strange, shimmering portal, humming with a low electronic beat, popped open right in front of her bookshelf.

Cascão's eyes lit up. "A MUD PUDDLE? Be still my grimy heart!" Cascão looked at his own clean arms in horror

The rabbit sighed. "I told you, Mônica, we're in the future . Look at the tiny glowing rectangle she's holding."

"Fan?" Mônica squinted. "Like a ceiling fan? We have one of those. Franklin's dad installed it." I have a solution

Mônica had no idea what that meant, but she saw Gibi holding up her phone. She leaned in, and click —Gibi captured the perfect shot: Mônica, holding the graphic novel, looking tough but happy, with a muddy Cascão trying to climb back into the portal.

"Cascão!" Gibi said. "You're dirty! Wait, no, you're spotless!"

"Wha—?" she blinked, pushing her glasses up her nose. Before she could grab her phone to record it, a soft fwump sound came from her beanbag chair. A small, blue, floppy-eared dog was now sitting there, holding a half-eaten sandwich.

Mônica stopped and looked around. "This isn't the Limoeiro. And you're not Cascão. Where's the rain?"