Still shaken from the zombie but finally free of cactus spines, our teapot boards a flight home, hoping for peace in the skies. But as the plane soars above the clouds and he settles in to watch a movie, a new terror emerges... and it hisses.
A vintage style asylum waiting room, a terrified anthropomorphic teapot sits frozen in fear in a rusted wheelchair. Its porcelain body is cracked, with cactus needles lodged in its face and hands. The walls are stained with time, plaster peeling. Faded medical charts and sepia-toned posters hang crookedly. ...