This was interesting. A diabetic kid with a vivid imagination, who gets bullied at school and whose dad died, gets left for an evening alone, falls asleep, forgets to take insulin, and begins to vividly hallucinate a world of his own as an allegory for his straining to not sleep and go into a diabetic coma, I guess. As a result, the fantasy world is quite the pastiche, which makes sense, since it’s all of his toys put together in a fugue type state.

It does strain credulity, but it’s more inventive than most stories. I always like Murphy’s art too. It’s got a positive message. Overall I liked it; I probably would have liked it more as a teenager.