The date was December 31st, 1999 and everyone had been waiting with bated breath to see if the world would come to an end when the clock hit twelve. But the bells chimed, old folks went to bed, whippersnappers got their drunk on, and nothing happened.
Or so they thought.
In reality a hole in space-time had ripped open and transported this poor soul, Hats, across the universe to Earth in a fireball of nonsensical electrical arcs and explosions.
Like Howard the Duck.
Only, Hats is a hat.
A party hat.