They sat in the afternoon light, two ancient enemies sharing a snack. The chase was a story. But this—this quiet moment—was the archive of everything they could ever be.
He was suddenly on the deck of a galleon made of 1s and 0s, sailing a sea of television static. Beside him stood a Tom Cat dressed as a peg-legged pirate, his tail a literal Ethernet cable. Across the deck, Jerry was no longer a mouse, but a swashbuckling first mate with a sword made of a paperclip. tom and jerry tales internet archive
They high-fived.