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Wed Wabbit is Fidge’s projection of Minnie: demanding, insatiable and callously oblivious to her father’s absence.

Without thinking, Fidge boots it into a car-filled street.

As Minnie recovers in the hospital, her mother at her side, Fidge is banished to her cousin’s house, where her guilt, shame and resentment all roil into a cosmic thunderstorm that can only mean one thing: Fidge is about to go down the rabbit hole.

The rabbit, in this case, is quite literal: Fidge wakes up inside “The Land of the Wimbley Woos,” lorded over by Wed Wabbit, now a 20-foot-tall tyrant king who speaks in a lispy, ear-shredding squeak and has oppressed the colorful garbage-can-shaped Wimbleys, whom Fidge must free in order to get home.

“What if I die?” one of Fidge’s compatriots asks.