Da Turma Da Monica | Gibi

Cascão's eyes lit up. "A MUD PUDDLE? Be still my grimy heart!"

Mônica caught it with one hand. For the first time, she smiled—a real, warm smile. "You… have a book about me?"

"Fan?" Mônica squinted. "Like a ceiling fan? We have one of those. Franklin's dad installed it." gibi da turma da monica

Cascão held up the comic. "I was reading it when the portal sucked me in!"

"Oh no!" Gibi said, realizing what was happening. "The quantum frequency is collapsing! Your dimensional window is closing!" Cascão's eyes lit up

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

"Come visit anytime!" Gibi shouted as the portal zipped shut with a soft pop . For the first time, she smiled—a real, warm smile

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

"The door is closing," she simplified.

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.