This in Space Jam AU where Swackhammer and the Nerdlucks/MonStars go after the characters of DreamWorks Animation instead of the Looney Tunes. This idea has been spinning in my head for quite a while and I figured, why not give it a shot? Enjoy my fanmake story.
On a starry night in 1957, in a backyard basketball court in a neighborhood house in West Springfield, Massachusetts. A shooting star flies across the midnight sky and the full moon glistens brightly. It was during the Autumn, just three weeks before Halloween. A 12-year old, black-haired young boy named Angus Black is playing basketball.
A man opens the back door and sees him. He is in his late seventies, with sleek black hair, plaid professional shirt and jeans. His name was Martin Black, Angus's father. He looks quizzically at his son as he played.
"Angus?" Martin said. Angus stops to look at his father.
"What are you doing out here, son?" Martin walked up to him. "It's after midnight."
"Couldn't sleep, Dad." Angus said as he dribbled the ball.
"Neither can we with the noise you're making." Martin said. "Let's go inside."
"Just one more shot?" Angus asked.
"All right. Just one." Martin said.
Angus smiled and took a perfect shot, impressing his father.
"Good. Shoot it again." Martin said as he passed the ball to him. "Getting pretty good. Shoot till you miss."
"You think if l can get good enough, l can go to college?" Angus asked as he made another shot.
"If you get good enough, you can do anything you want." Martin tells him.
"l want to play at North Carolina." Angus said, making another shot.
"That's a real fine school." Martin said. "You can get a good education."
"l want to play on a championship team." Angus makes yet another shot. "Then l want to play in the NBA."
"All right, let's slow down, son." Martin laughs. "Shouldn't you get some sleep first?" He asked.
"And if I don't, I'll join the army like you did." Angus said, looking at his father.
"The army? Now that's no place for a dreamer." Martin informed him as they walked back in the house. "I guess when you get your wings, you're just gonna fly, huh?"
DREAMWORKS ANIMATION
PARAMOUNT PICTURES
AND 20TH CENTURY FOX Presents
SPACE JAM
Over the years, Angus became skillful at basketball that he became captain of the basketball team in high school. Since then, he became a superstar in the NBA. Everyone called him "Flying Angus" for his ability to jump so high and slam the ball into the hoop. An adult Angus is standing at a podium in front of a bunch of reporters during an interview.
"At this time, l've reached the pinnacle of my basketball career and must retire." Angus announced into the microphone as cameras flashed.
"The one good thing is that my father had the opportunity to see me play my last game. That means a lot." Angus said.
"What'll you do now?" One reporter asked.
"Well, l've never really told anybody this, except for one person. l'm going to play professional baseball." Angus said. The crowd chatters.
"What position will you play?" Another reporter asked.
"l don't know. As a kid, l was a pitcher. l think it'll be hard for me to pitch. I think I'm gonna play the outfield." Angus said.
Meanwhile in outer space on a dark planet pass the moon and a sign on a lone space rock that said "Amusement Park", a creepy and ugly-looking alien theme park called Moron Mountain. It didn't have very much emotion amongst the visitors. A green alien boy and his dad are blasted from the ride they were on and crashed into the ground.
"Let's get out of here, Dad. This stinks." The alien boy said bored. "Don't bring me here anymore, alright?"
Unbeknownst to them, they were being watch through surveillance camera by a large, fat green alien man with pointy ears, a purple suit and crazy eyes. He was Mr. Swackhammer, the owner of the park. "Don't bring me here anymore, alright?" The boy on the camera said.
"Are you listening?" Swackhammer asked his servants, the Nerdlucks as he switched the TVs off.
"Did you hear him? Did you hear him? That little brat is right. I've told you if I told you once, I've told a thousand, thousand, thousand, THOUSAND TIMES!" He shouted with frustration. "We need new attractions! New ones! Get it?"
"Yeah. Big, shiny new things." Nawt, the red Nerdluck, said as he filed Swackhammer's nails.
"Absolutely, sir." Bang, the green Nerdluck, said while Bupkus, the purple Nerdluck, was licking his sandals.
"Look at me. Look at me and listen." Swackhammer said as he lit his lighter and lit Pound's behind, the orange Nerdluck, making him scream and run off the table. "The customer is always right."
The Nerdlucks agreed. "Right!"
"The customer is always right." Swackhammer lit his cigar. "Always." He drooled on Blanko, the blue Nerdluck.
"Ok, we need something." Swackhammer said as he walked to the window, smacking a few Nerdlucks behind him. "We need something...nutty."
"Nutty" Nawt mimics.
"Something wacky." Swackhammer sits back down on the remote, turning the TVs on behind him.
"We need something, something...We need something..." He said trying to find the correct term.
"Dreamy?" Bupkus asks pointing to the TVs. "Oops."
"Dreamy. Thank you." Nawt added.
"Dreamy?" Swackhammer turns to see DreamWorks Animation movies playing on the TVs. There were various movies playing, such as a clip from Shrek, with a green ogre fending of a red dragon, a clip from How to Train Your Dragon ("Da-da-da. We're dead."), a clip from Over the Hedge ("Animals are in the house."), a clip from Monsters vs. Aliens ("What do people scream when they see you coming? You know like..."), a clip from Megamind ("Ollo." "Uh, it's hello." "Oh! Hello?") and a clip from Rise of the Guardians ("I love being shoved in a sac and tossed through a magical portal").
"Yes! Dreamy! Yes! Now, you're talking." Swackhammer shouted with excitement. "Dreamy! Dreamy, that's it! That's the word I was looking for! Dreamy!" Swackhammer orders "Get the characters from DreamWorks Animation!"
"DreamWorks!" Nawt shouted like a cheerleader.
"Bring 'em here!"
"Sir?" Blank asks. "Just noticing, sir. They're from Earth. What if they can't come?"
"What'd you say?" Swackhammer asked before grabbing Blanko. "'What if they can't come?'" He says with a sinister grin. "Make 'em."
"Cool." Blank mutters.
"MAKE 'EM!" Swackhammer shouted and laughs evilly. The Nerdlucks joined in as well. The DreamWorks characters were going to be their new line of attraction, if by means of force.
Back on Earth at a baseball stadium, Angus was the batter of a baseball team. Ever since his retirement from the NBA, he's been playing baseball. However, his skills at baseball weren't as good as his skills at basketball. During a baseball game one day, Angus swings the bat to strike the ball, but missed.
"Strike one!" The umpire calls out.
The crowd boos at this, but some of them cheered for the former basketball star. Angus just sighed and tried again.
"Looks good in that outfit." One of the players on Angus's team said. "Looks great. Can't teach that." Another player said. "Can't teach it." The other player agreed.
"Hey! Thanks for autographing that basketball for my kid." The catcher thanks him. "I'm a hero now!"
"No problem. I'm happy to do it." Angus said as they got back into the game. "Let's go!" The umpire shouts.
"Curve ball, don't swing." The catcher instructed. Angus looked at him. "Don't swing." He repeated. Angus got confused. He is misinterprets this and gets another strike. "Ball!" The umpire calls.
"Fastball, outside corner. Swing." Angus was having a hard time understanding baseball. He tries this again, but gets the same result. "Strike!" The umpire calls again. The crowd cheers for him, nonetheless.
"That was your pitch." The catcher said. "I know, I missed it." Angus defended himself. "Don't worry. I'll get you another one." The catcher tells him. They both got back into position.
On the bleachers, Angus's manager, Raymond Dowry, calls to someone. "Montéz! Montéz, come here!" An obese, Hispanic man shoves his way through the crowd.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."
"Come here!" Dowry calls again. The man was Joaquin Montéz. "Yes, sir?" He asks.
"I want you to make sure nobody bothers Angus." Dowry orders. Joaquin nods.
"I want him to be the happiest player in the world." Dowry said.
"The happiest." Joaquin said.
Back in the game, the catcher instructs "Slider. Don't swing." Angus attempts this, but once again, another strike. "Strike!" The umpire hollers.
"I told you not to swing." The catcher said.
"I couldn't help it." Angus said waking off.
"I understand." The catcher said, then calls out "Hey, nice talking to you!"
The crowd cheers at the superstar as he walks to the dugout, ignoring the fans. His team even applauded for him, but he payed them no mind. The players tell him "Good try! Good hustle." "Good cut, Angus. Good cut." "That was a strike-out, Gus. That was a good looking strike-out. Real good." "I mean, you look good when you strike out, man. When I strike out, it looks nasty, man. At least you look good, man." Joaquin crawls on the bleachers above them and looks down toward Angus.
"Ha! Hey! Mr. Black! Ah! Mr. Black! I'm Joaquin Mont...!" He suddenly falls to the ground. He groans in pain as he gets up and sit next to Angus.
"You alright?" He asked. "That was a nasty fall." Joaquin smiles weakly.
"Oh! I'm Joaquin Montéz, Mr. Black. I'm Mr. Dowry's new publicist." He laughed airily. Angus hesitantly shakes his hand.
"I'm here to make your life easier." He said. "You want me to drive you somewhere? I will drive you anywhere. You want me to pick up your laundry? You want me to baby-sit your kids? I will do it." Joaquin said. "I'm here to personally guarantee that no one will ever bother you."
Suddenly, a large spacecraft with red headlights zooms over the stadium, surprising the crowd.
"What was that?" Angus asked Joaquin.
The Nerdlucks were ordered to abduct the DreamWorks characters. They pilot the spaceship into the ground in front of a grocery store, digging a hole to the Earth.
"Hang on!" Pound said.
"Hanging on!" Bang said.
"Hanging on!" Nawt said.
"Are we there yet?" Blank was stupidly.
They all screamed as the zoomed down into the center of the Earth. Up ahead, a wall is seen: A blue crescent moon with a boy sitting on it fishing. It was the DreamWorks Animation logo. They marveled the scene as they sped closer.
"Bombastic!" Pound said.
"Cool!" Nawt said.
They drove the ship right through the wall like a portal as it stretch out and gave it as they tore through it.
The DreamWorks Animation world was a land where the famous characters made by the company itself exist in this very world. Each of the character go about their daily lives and oversee the people that watch their movies. In the universe, there was a pale teenage boy with snowy white hair, blue eyes, blue hoodie, brown pants and bare feet. He was carrying a wooden shepherd's staff with a G-shape at the tip. This was Jack Frost, the Guardian of Fun and main protagonist of the movie Rise of the Guardians. He was in a forest hopping from tree branch to tree branch running from Victor Quartermaine, the main antagonist of the film Wallace and Gromit: The Curse of the Were-Rabbit.
"I'll get you, winter spirit!" Quartermaine shouted as he fired his gun chasing him through the woods. "Come back here, you little whelp!" Jack lands on the ground for a moment to look at the camera and speak to the audience.
"I'll, uh, be with you in a second, folks. After I finish with nature boy here." Jack Frost said to the viewers and pointed to the big-game hunter.
Suddenly, the hunter points his gun at his head. "Alright, you white-haired snow punk! I've got you now." He cocks his gun ready to shoot him, even though he was immortal, until the spaceship lands next to them and a metal plank crushes Quartemaine flat. "Ouch!" He cries.
Jack looks up at the giant spaceship as the doors opened to reveal the Nerdlucks.
"One smalls step for moi." Pound spoke, referring to a famous astronaut quote.
Bang jumps next to Pound a flagpole "One giant leap for Moron Mountain!" He exclaimed as he jams the pole onto Pound's food. Pound yelps in pain.
"And one whopper headache for Victor Quartermaine." Jack said looking down at the crushed hunter.
The Nerdlucks walked down to Jack. They were small, comparing to his tall height.
"Diminutive, aren't they?" Jack asked the audience.
"We seek the one they call Jack Frost." Bang explained.
"Yeah, Jack Frost." Nawt agrees.
"Have you seen him?" Bang asked.
"Where is this guy?" Pound asked.
"Is he around?" Blanko asked.
Jack Frost stared at the camera with a pointed look. He decided to humor them. He pretended to not be himself.
"Jack Frost...Jack Frost..." Jack pondered as he began to quiz the aliens. "Say, does he have white hair like this?" Jack gestures to his hair.
"Yeah." The Nerdlucks said.
"Does he fly around like this?" Jack asked as the wind picked him up, flying him around the forest.
"Yeah." They agreed.
"Well, eh, does he have ice powers like these?" He conjures up a snow flurry above them.
"Yeah!" They all cheered excitedly.
"Nope. Never heard of him." Jack said as he walked away.
The Nerdlucks all sighed dejectedly.
"You know, maybe there is no intelligent life out there in the universe after all." Jack whispers to the audience as he walked down the road.
All of the sudden, a giant laser is shot out of nowhere and Jack and the road were all blown up and covered in soot.
"Hold on there, Mr. Iceman!" Bang said.
Jack turns to the aliens in shock as his staff turned to ash. He can always get a new one.
"Hey, what do you think we are? Stupid?" Bupkus asked, knowing of the trick he pulled.
Jack saw the Nerdlucks with laser guns that looked deadly.
"Don't move a muscle." Nawt threatened and the aliens pulled their guns back.
"Okay, Frost. Gather up your DreamWorks pals." Pound commanded. "We're taking you for a ride! Hahahahahahahaha!"
"A ride? Totally, alright." Blanko said to Pound. "So, where are we going?"
Pound glares at him annoyed and smacks him in the face, making him vibrate.
"Are we there yet?" Blanko said dizzily.
Up on the surface, Joaquin is driving Angus home. "I'm really sorry it took so long." He apologized frantically.
"Look, Wendell, don't..don't worry about it." Angus assured him as he ranted with worry.
"That exit on 65 wasn't clearly marked." He groaned as they drove down the neighborhood drive.
"Hold up, right here." Angus told him.
"Here?" He asked and stopped the car in front of Angus's house.
"Thanks for the ride, Wendell. I appreciate it." Angus thanked him, getting his name wrong.
"It's Joaquin, Angus." He corrected him. "Sorry." Angus said.
"But that's alright. You can call me Wendell if you want to. Because I followed your whole career..." Joaquin said as Angus tried to get out.
"Joaquin! Joaquin! Joaquin." Angus shouted, cutting him off mid-speech.
"How do I get out of here?" He asked.
"Oh!" Joaquin said.
"The door doesn't work." Angus said. Joaquin gets out on his side and went of the help him.
"It's a classic. It's a classic, but it's got a few peccadillos. Hold on." He gets the door open and Angus gets out.
"It's smoking, too. You need to have that checked." Angus said. The bulldog in the doghouse grunted from the backyard. Joaquin looked at the house. "This is nice. This is a nice house." He said.
"Oh, that is a beauty. What is it, Colonial?" He asked.
"It's a nice house." Angus said, trying to get away from him.
"If you need any help, I would be happy to..." He chattered up a storm again.
"No, it's fine, thanks." Angus declines. "You gave me the ride, though. Thanks."
"I'll drive tomorrow, so I don't need a ride." Angus tells him. "But thanks, though." He said.
Joaquin gives him a pointed glance. "Too conspicuous?" He asked.
Agnus gives him a grin. "Yeah." He nodded. Joaquin chuckles. "Okay." He got back into his car.
"Thanks, though." Angus said as he went inside.
"Tomorrow!" Joaquin calls to him.
"Tomorrow." He calls back.
The bulldog charges toward Angus as he nears the porch. Angus groaned "Oh, no. Not today!" The dog jumps on him and licks his face. He tries to shove him off. "Get off me, dog! Your breath!" A woman comes up to assist him.
"Mr. Black, are you okay?" The woman grabs the dog's collar.
"Get off him, Charles! Get off him before I cook you! Come on, baby."
Angus wipes his face. Then a van drives up and little kids in baseball uniforms climbed out. A brown-haired young woman climbed out of the driver's seat. She was Janet Black, Angus's wife. A young black-haired boy got out with a depressed face. He was his son.
"Hey, Kristofferson. You okay?" Angus asked. He shakes his head. Angus asked as he got up "How was your game?"
"I don't want to talk about it." He said dryly as he walked up to the porch.
"Uncle Angus!" A little girl with black hair in a curled ponytail ran up to him. She was Ofelia Black, his niece. Angus picked her up and hugged her.
Janet came up and kissed him. "How are you? Ugh! You're covered in drool."
"That was your dog." They laughed.
"What's the matter with Kristofferson?" He asked with concern.
"Well, he went 2 for 5 and lost 32 points in his batting average." Janet said.
"Is that all?" He asked.
"Yeah, so that puts him at .685 or something." She explained as they walked in the house.
"Mmm! What are you cooking in here?" Janet asked the woman.
"Chicken." She replies.
"Chicken and what?" Angus asked putting Ofelia down.
"Chicken and collard greens." She answered.
"Good. I'm gonna need a good meal tonight." Angus said.
Janet noticed his down face. "Is everything okay?" She asked with with concern.
"I stunk up the place." Angus told her. "I hope this baseball thing was a good idea." There was a news flash on the TV regarding Angus. He walked in the other room.
"What are you guys watching?" Angus asked. He noticed the news about his game today. "Is this the only thing on?" The footage showed Angus earning three strikes. Angus frowns at this.
"Did everyone get mad at you?" Kristofferson asked.
"No. Worse. Everyone was real nice about it" Angus lied.
The anchorman on the TV said "Angus. I know golf is your sport. But not here." He said sternly.
"I think you should open up your stance a little." Kristofferson said. "Might make you more aggressive."
"You think so? I'll remember that." Angus said.
He gets fed up with the news and grabs the remote. "Why are you watching this stuff? It's bad for you" He flips through the channels until he stops at Kung Fu Panda.
"There you go, Kung Fu Panda." Angus said as he left the room. On the screen, Po was sitting on the chair with fireworks in front of the doors to the Jade Palace and his father, Mr. Ping comes to stop him. Suddenly, Marty from Madagascar rushes up to the screen.
"Stop the movie! Stop the movie!" The zebra panted. "We've got an Emergency Cartoon Character Union Meeting to go to." Marty said. Mr. Ping rushes down the steps.
"Hey, wait for me! Hold your horses!" Marty takes off down the stairs as well. Po gets out of the chair and over to the steps. The chair suddenly shot up into the air, startling Po. He backed away, only to trip down the flight of steps. Awkward silence.
"Hey. Where'd they go?" Kristofferson asked confused.
In the DreamWorks world, all the DreamWorks characters gathered at a large theatre for the meeting. A teenage boy with shaggy brown hair and a viking attire walked up the aisle in an annoyed state. He was Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, a viking dragon trainer and the main protagonist of the movie How to Train Your Dragon.
"Stop the music!" He barked as he shoved past Wallace.
"Hey!" He cried. Hiccup had just got out of a shower.
"Dragon trainer, coming through!" He complained. "Sheesh! It's getting so a guy can't even get himself wet around here! So, what's the big emergency?" He asked as he sat down.
Everyone turns their attention toward the stage. Jack Frost was tied up in chains with the Nerdlucks standing next to him.
"Uh, these guys would like to make an announcement." He said then grabbed the microphone and lowered to Pound's level. "Here you go, shorty."
The Nerdlucks pushed Pound forward and he clears his throat. "You. All of you.. are now our prisoners!" He said menacingly.
An silence occurred through the theater, until the entire crowd roared with laughter.
"Oh! We're in big trouble, now!" Tulio from The Road to El Dorado said sarcastically, laughing along with the others.
Pound looked humiliated for a moment. Nawt takes over the mike.
"We are taking you to our theme park to outer space." Nawt explained.
"No foolin'" Blanko said.
"Where you will be our slaves. And be placed on display for the amusement of our paying customers." Nawt continued.
As they spoke, Tulio and Miguel were still laughing and the Missing Link shrugged at Alex the Lion with a smirk, who chuckled as well.
"Oh! Fear clutches my breast!" Hiccup said teasingly and laughed with the crowd. They still didn't believe them.
"We are not going anywhere!" Kyle, a Boov alien, walked up to the stage and pointed his gun at Pound, who fries him with his laser gun in response. Then everyone raised their hands up in the air with fear. Jack Frost intervenes.
"Uh, not so fast, pal." Jack said who easily slips out of his chains. "You can't just turn us into slaves. That would be bad. You need to give us a chance to defend ourselves." He said.
Pound mocked "Oh, yeah? Who says." He pointed his gun at him.
"Just a sec." Jack turns and writes something on a large book, then shows it to the aliens "Here. Read it and weep, boys!" It was book entitled "How to Draw Cartoon Characters" which Jack put a sticky-note on it saying "How to Capture Cartoon Characters". They read the page Jack told them to read.
"Give them a chance to defend themselves." They all read at the same time.
"Ugh! Do we have to?" Bang groaned.
"It's in the rule book." Nawt said.
"Okay. It is in the rule book." Blanko said.
"Uno momento!" Jack told the Nerdlucks. "We have to confer."
He and the other character went into the backroom to discuss their plan.
In the backroom, Jack steps in front of American flag on the wall and spoke in an army general manner.
"Alright, troops! It is for us to choose a battlefield that affords us..." Jack said when Eep from The Croods interrupts.
"Oh! I got it!" Eep raised her hand.
"Yes, Private Cave Girl?" Jack asked Eep.
"How about we challenge them to a game? A spelling bee, perhaps?" Eep suggested.
Roxanne Ritchie shook her head. "That would never work. Why not a bag race?" She said.
Everyone shook their heads at the idea.
"We could have a painting competition to see whose the best." Moses suggested, but was turned down.
"How about a baseball game?" Verne asked.
"Say, we could have a bowling tournament." Shrek suggested.
"Damn it!" Tulio said as he walked up to them. "What's wrong with all of you? I say we find the richest place in the world and take all the gold we can find!" Tulio started to breath maniacally.
"Whoa, whoa! Take a deep breath, big boy!" Jack said as he patted his back. Tulio nodded rapidly.
"Okay. Let's analyze the competition." Jack pulled down blue-print chart of the Nerdlucks. "Now, what are we looking at here? We got a small race of invading aliens."
"Small arms. Short legs." Hiccup said.
"Not very fast." Shrek said.
"Tiny little guys." Tulio said.
"And can't jump high." Eep said.
Then an idea struck their minds and they all smiled evilly as they thought up the plan. Jack springs the chart back up to reveal the aliens themselves.
"We challenge you to a basketball game." Jack Frost said as picked up a basketball and spun it on his finger.
"Alright. Basketball it is." Pound agreed and so did the others, but then stopped.
"What is basketball?" Blanko asked.
"What's that?" Bupkus asked.
"Beats me." Bang said.
"Lights!" Jack shouted and the theater went dark and a black-and-white tutorial movie played about basketball. They decide to teach the aliens about said sport. As the movie began to play, Wallace squeezed through to find a seat.
"Pardon me." He said.
"Hey! Down in front!" The Big Bad Wolf yelled and threw his bag of popcorn at his head, knocking him out.
(NARRATOR: An exhilarating team sport currently growing rapidly in popularity is basketball. Unlike football and baseball, only 5 men can play on a team. It's the fast-paced, razzle-dazzle game that requires quick wits and even faster reflexes! Here's how it's done in the professional ranks. The National Basketball Association...featuring the best players in the world!)
This gave the Nerdlucks and idea. To go on Earth and learn basketball their way.
"The best players in the world?" Nawt smirked along with the rest.
"The best!" Bupkus said.
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