DimensionTraveler23 or Traveler here to tell you quite some things. First of all, my very first series, the Sierra Travelers Clan is finally coming to a end with the beloved leader's turn which is very fitting. As you have seen, Sunrise is going into 'Space Jam', and in my own mind here, the movies or shows of the Looney tunes beyond Sunrise's chosen world is no longer existing, for only the true original show will continue from 1994 or is it 1996 after the movie with Sunrise finishes, and no, Michael Jordan or any other human won't be there, because it's fanfiction! Only Portia will show up in some shots of this newest story, and no, she's not human, not in the way you think or maybe I think differently? Anyway, since she's the living embodiment of the dimension portal, she is technically made of magic, kinda like how Tinkerbell was made from pixie dust and a baby's first laugh. Neither way, please enjoy this story, viewers, and please review if you can. Good days to you all, my viewers. Ta. -Traveler.
Hello, this is Sunrise. You can call me Chief, Dawn, whichever takes to you. Portia is typing this for me since Looneyland doesn't have computers and such. Looneyland, you ask? Oh, it's the world of the Looney Tunes behind the Warner Brothers portal. It's what I call my new home. Oh, I suppose I should start from the beginning, huh?
It was one of those chilly yet sunny mornings, and wearing my totem necklace, as I was clothed in a purple tank top, then a long-sleeved blue shirt under a green jacket, with a red scarf, and black pants, with sunshine gold sneakers. I was heading to Leafpelt's old garage which was a fair distance from my townhouse. The townhouse resembles a Brownstone except bigger and wider. Like Metrostripe had said, I had returned the stolen money of Metrostripe's delirious ex-family, and I was surprised when I had received a humongous reward just for returning a long-lost mystery. So, I then changed almost every room in the townhouse, making them homes for injured or sick dogs from anywhere around Central Park, using the back door disguised as a dog door in the alley, knowing me as the true dog whisperer.
I had entered Leafpelt's garage, and used the secret vent into the tunnel that leads from here into HQ. I heard there was a storm curling up around the city, so I wanted to avoid the surface, not wanting to be soaked from the incoming rain. I hummed a tune as I entered HQ from the only tunnel as the other tunnels has been closed up and good since I and Portia don't want anyone to discover HQ, we aren't ready to be invaded by newcomers or anything. I trust Portia as she is the only other human next to me, even if she is the living embodiment of the dimension portal.
Portia greeted me, "Hey, Sunrise. About time you got here, the Nerdlucks just had changed into Monstars.". She was sitting before her home, turning buttons and stuff with only a swish of her hand or a flicker of a finger, zooming upon a view of two halves, the first half is of the real world back in 1994, with the second half of Looneyland in all its animation. I grinned, "Do it.". Portia nodded, and with a flick of a finger, the view has changed completely into the greens of mini golf. I am not a pro like Michael Jordan, and I hope Bugs Bunny can reach here. I shed my jacket, the long-sleeved shirt, and the scarf, leaving me in my tank top, and pants, and sneakers, leaving my old and new tattoos exposed; my encircled wolf paw print, and also a coyote paw print as well.
I entered into the portal, with Portia snapping her fingers, to make two golf balls, and two golf clubs appear as well. I took the obvious purple handled club while Portia took the rainbow handled club. As I spent every second here, I felt my age melting away until it stopped, with Portia grinning, "I got you deaged to 25." I smiled, thanking her as I mentally thought of Wile E. Coyote. He must be mentally 45-47 years old in 1994 or is it 1996? Yet physically, I think he is about 28, maybe 29. We chatted for a bit, taking turns as we took shots in our mini golf, going further and further as the portal acted as a wide flat meadow to play around. Then my last shot grabbed our attention, seeing the ball impossibly moving on its own while we knew it was Bugs using a magnet to attract the ball around the hole, and then in. We pat our shoulders, walking to the hole as Portia conjured up a camera, and nodded to me as I got down to reach down, and with a salute toward Portia, a loop caught around my wrist, and I was gone. This is going to be good.