Not to give away a plot point in Coraline, but she is nearly swayed into staying with her Other Mother who is a better cook than Mom. Every time Coraline crawls through that tiny door into the alternate reality, something fantastic awaits on the kitchen table- roasted chicken, chocolate cupcakes, waffles, pizza, birthday cake. A model train that dispenses gravy. I’d consider tossing my mom aside for a model train on the dining table that carries hot gravy.
Damn Evil, who knows that our biggest weakness is our rumbly tumbly.