Traveling Through Doraemon, I Became a Collectible

When I woke up, I found myself lying in a container in the black market of the future. The label states "Limited collectible of the 22nd century, human juvenile model". While the guard was napping, I took a banana peel prop and slipped out of the container. While rolling down the slope, he accidentally fell into the closet of Nobita's house. Doraemon was shocked after scanning me: "You have a black market slave chip on the back of your neck!" Halfway through the operation, a mechanical voice came from the window: "Escaped items, recover them immediately." Nobita grabbed the air cannon and Doraemon rummaged for props: "Where's the spare pocket?" I grabbed the fallen banana peel and sneered: "Don't worry, let them step on it first."