Gibi Da Turma Da Monica -

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

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

Suddenly, the portal began to flicker. It was shrinking.

"Mônica!" Gibi gasped, star-struck.

Then she looked at her beanbag chair. Blue had left behind the crust of his sandwich. She smiled, picked it up, and carefully placed it in a small display case next to her signed comic books.

"You're a legend," Gibi said. "But quick! You have to go!"

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

"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.

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!" Mônica caught it with one hand

"Sam?" Gibi whispered, recognizing the character from her vintage comic collection. But this wasn't a drawing. The dog sighed. "I told the Big-Nosed One not to press the red button on the Squirrel's gizmo..."

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

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. "I was reading it when the portal sucked me in

"The door is closing," she simplified.

A girl in a yellow shirt and green overalls stomped through the portal, dragging a giant, floppy-eared rabbit by the ear. She was short, incredibly strong-looking, and held a plush blue bunny in a headlock.