Charles Nelson was once your average young man. His days were spent working a dead-end job under a boss he hated, struggling to get that cute co-worker to notice him, hanging out with his friends after work, and grinding out that next level on World of Warcraft. That all changed, as it often tended to do in these kinds of stories, one stormy night.

Though Chuck was smart, well read and, some would say, a little uptight, he had always been a fan of cartoons and animation. Sprawling out on the couch after a long day and rotting his brain watching Jerry clobber Tom, or watching the Coyote plummet off a cliff for the hundredth time was always a guilty pleasure of his that he was a pinch too bashful to let many people know about. This particular night was no different. He was firmly settled into the sofa, finally comfortable after trudging home in the freezing rain, and was just about to watch the wolf turn from the massive barricade he set up in front of the door to wild-take at the inexplicably appearing Droopy, when a bolt of lightning struck his house with enough force to knock out the power, and even explode the screen off his TV. He barely had time to comprehend the three hundred dollar wreck before him before the TV's remains began to leak out gallons of brightly colored ink, before his very eyes. Stunned by the unnatural sight, he lost valuable time he probably should have spent trying to run, and was soon swept up in the multicolored wave as it filled the room.

...And then awoke back on the couch hours later, not a single thing in the room out of place as though nothing ever happened. He thought it to have just been a bizarre dream, but that was far from the truth. In reality, he'd been exposed to the pen and ink that made up the Toon Universe, and absorbed its essence into himself. He walked away from the experience bewildered, confused and feeling a little... funny.

Now, every time Chuck laughs too hard, he transforms into a hyperactive, chubby toon hyena by the name of Chuckles T. Hee, the personification of Chuck's lesser-used silliness. Wacky and fun loving, but chaotic and unpredictable, Chuckles delights in running amok and shaking up the dull lives of those around him in the most spectacular way possible. Though completely harmless, friends of his tend to be taken on the wildest rides of their lives. He tends to arrive with all the force of a hurricane, and usually leaves the place looking like one hit, so he occasionally needs a little bit of direction by those around him to keep from causing too much trouble. In the end, however, he exists to make people happy, and always goes out of his way to bring a smile to the face of someone who needs it.

Chuck is often exasperated and embarrassed by his alter-ego's shenanigans, especially when his transformations happen during inappropriate times, but he does find a small release in letting go of his inhibitions once in a while. As much of a headache Chuckles can be, Chuck does his best to direct his silly side to do the most good it can, like some kind of brightly colored, mallet wielding Incredible Hulk