Kipp, contrary to Tania's wails, was very much alive. In fact, he was now in his pseudo-space having a meeting of war with a stuffed bear, a rubber chicken, and a pet rock wearing a general's helmet. Khale was sporting a tattered admiral's jacket and was pacing back and forth in front of them. "Alroight men, thah enemey 'as infiltrated our defenses. Wot is our plan of attack?" ...No response from the assorted 'generals'. Kipp frowned at his cabinet. "Yew lot are all a bunch a bloighters. Can' reloi on ya s'far as oi can toss ya."
That's when Kipp heard Tania's crying outside of the confines of his hat. Kipp's ears drooped at this. He didn't mean to make the poor girl cry! "Bloody 'ell. Mum warned me 'bout 'is." This was when Kipp decided to do something that would probably get him tackled. Again. ..."Bullocks."
Outside in the real world, the hat that Tania was grasping on to desperately was beginning to bulge and squirm like something was moving inside it. Which it was, to be fair. The next minute, Kipp's legs shot out of the bottom of his hat, jumped him clear over the bar and giving him several feet of distance between him and Tania. As he landed, Kipp seemed to spill out of his hat in it's entirety, landing neatly on his feet with his hat landing spot on his head. Kipp dusted himself off a bit, let his arms fall to his sides, and began to speak rationally to Tania. "Look, yore cute an' all, bu' oim jus' no' in tah goin' from 'owdyado' tah 'le's get 'itched' roight quick."