You have a mouse in your house. You find little droppings here and there, in corners and cabinets.
If you set out old-style spring traps, the bait disappears, the traps are sprung, but no mouse. There are implements like pencils and straws caught in the trap, as though it used them to get the cheese.
Then one night you see it. It stops, looks at you, and starts talking.
"Hey, pal, instead of dumping your leftovers, could you leave them out? You gotta learn to share. Because Missus Mouse is gonna be here soon. And we're gonna have lots of mouse babies. And they'll make more mouse babies. And they'll make even more mouse babies. Also, no more traps, okay? I'm not exactly as spritely as I used to be."
Then you realize the terrible truth: you're up against a mouse with the Toon Force.
He's not Popeye or Mighty Mouse, but yeah, there's definitely some Toon Force there. You've seen enough cartoons and participated in enough Rumbles to recognize it.
So, whacha gonna do?