Picture it: You're 8, you've got the flu, and your lying there, with only this beaten up coverless comic within reach. The content is dreary, like Ozzie & Harriet only with animals, but you read on, because it's all you're capable of.
Out of your haze an alternate reality arises, gels, and becomes real. The ape dad is your Dad, the little bear is your pal, Kenny, and the little girl is either your sister or Judy from up the street. You're now walking around in the comic, they are talking to you.
You exist there.
You've escaped. It's all an illusion. Hold on to that.