The Fellowship of the Pooh
When the Heartless came, they imperiled every world. Darkness seeped into the heart of all worlds, crushing them and dooming many to oblivion. With almost no hope left to cling to, the denizens of the Realm of Light looked to but one boy for their salvation. The dreams and future of the universe rested in the hands of the chosen, for only he had the means by which to expel the Darkness and restore the worlds to equilibrium. Chosen by the legendary power of the Pooh sticks, Roo must overcome harrowing trials and tribulations in order to summon the Pooh Stick Champion Grand Poohba.
This is his story. It all begins here, in the decaying 100 Acre Woods…
"Now you know what you have to do…" said Owl as he unplugged Roo from the simulator.
"I know Kung-fu…" Roo said in awe.
"Forget about that for a second!" Owl spun the hi-tech chair around and looked Roo dead in the eyes. "If you fail—if you don't succeed—then we have no future. Understand?"
"I do," Roo stated firmly.
"Good lad, good lad…" Owl eased away and cleared his throat. "Very well, then. The preparations have all been completed and the parameters are set. Are you…prepared?"
Roo nodded. "Don't worry. Leave it to me!"
"Then suit up!" Owl flipped a switch on a nearby wall, which sent some mechanisms whirring in the back. Within seconds, several racks of black, leather coats streamed into the room. Roo picked a comfortable fit with matching tie and sunglasses.
"Okay, I'm off!" Roo gave a quick salute and bounced out of the lab.
Owl watched until Roo's tail disappeared around the corner then collapsed into his chair. One wing massaging his forehead while the other fished around for his liquor flask, Owl took a moment to pray. "May God help us…"
In the lobby of the large complex, Roo joined up with his fellow warriors: Rabbit, Tigger, and Eeyore. All of them were wearing their leather uniforms, and most were packing heat. Rabbit took a liking to the M63 machine gun and was itching to go Rambo on anyone who got in his way; Tigger opted for the in-your-face approach, carrying a shotty in each hand with tons of ammo strapped across his waist and chest; Eeyore was a silent, stealthy killer with poison-tipped darts poised to shoot out of his false tail.
"We're all here," said Rabbit in a chill way. He took his glasses off and then put them back on with dramatic intensity. "It's show time."
Everyone extended a hand into the center of the circle. "For the Fellowship!" they chanted, and everyone marched out into the wilderness. They blasted their way past a horde of Heartless (read: fangirls) and entered the teleportation pods that would take them to outside worlds.