it makes sense.

Once upon a time, there was a bag. This bag held the ultimate secrets of time and space, and also a small family of raccoons. The raccoons were imbued with supernatural wisdom and grace because of this, and so they started each day foraging in garbage left over from the ruins of Florida.

One day, the youngest of the raccoons fell into one of the uncharted pockets of the bag and landed in a lush world of drapes and armchairs. The denizens of this world, a five-legged variant of cockroach, quickly hailed Tuba (the raccoon's name was Tuba) as a god, and so they hunted him mercilessly until he found a secret cache of Batman's, who as a general rule keeps emergency caches of weapons and supplies in all neighboring realities.

And so the little raccoon launched a bloody counterattack upon the cockroaches, until the day came that he decided to go home and have a good nap in the bag underneath the neon "43" sign. The End.