A/N: This one is a crossover about two childish games, so if you don't like Club Penguin or Toontown, don't read it. This story bases on the closing on September 19, 2013. Also, there is this headcanon going on in my mind that toons are not aware of the 'fourth wall' until Disney announced the closing of the place they called home; while Club Penguin already knows about things going on in the real world.
DISCLAIMER: This work of art uses the characters using the world of Toontown and Club Penguin, which rightfully belongs to Disney. It's obvious that I am not profiting financially from creating this story. I thank Disney for making these two wonderful games, I'll miss Toontown though. The characters Fritz Fizzleton and Poolparty501 belong to me. Some of Fritz's opinions do not show mine. Tina Impact belongs to a real-life friend I know.
"Ow!"
Fritz Fizzleton winced in pain at being stabbed by a sewing needle. He was making a new vest for himself, but he couldn't focus on that. Instead, he was focusing on Toontown's fate. Toontown was closing soon, they said. Since when could toons like him were conscious of the real world again?! Toons blamed penguins for some reason. They shouldn't do that, what did they even do?! But there was another reason maybe, he thought as the sound of his sewing machine echoed in his mind.
For ten years, Toons stood strong against their boring rivals, the Cogs. "The good guys mostly win," a voice echoed in his mind. But this time, who or what's the rival now? Disney? The penguins? Cogs? What even is with everyone's opinions?
Fritz wasn't like any other Toon he knew, he had a few friends he could trust, even if the residents of districts Nutty River or Toon Valley gave him a hard time. There, rebellious Toons that have turned away from its cheeriness morphed into hackers. Some also ignored the main game, using it for game shows, schools, and even the rabid Clans. Maybe they were the reason Toontown was literally fading. He was the regular Toon who fought, but that kind of lifestyle was so boring that he became a tailor instead. Sure, it increased chances of being kidnapped, but hey, it's better than dissing the Cogs. More likely it's wouldn't be their fault.
The end date was September 19, 2013. "Better get this vest done earlier than that," he said to himself. He shook off the issue from his mind and got back to work.
"Boring, dumb, trash, haven't watched the first movie yet, ugh..."
A tired-looking yellow penguin slumped on a sofa, not knowing what to do. He surfed the television channels, sighed, and shut the TV off.
Poolparty501, aka Painter Partison, had heard all the buzz about Toontown and the reason it was closing. He didn't like the sound of that. What about the toons and their controllers? He even signed a petition for them. What kind of improvements Disney would make after closing Toontown?
He didn't want to know, anyway.
Club Penguin was fine just the way it is! Besides, this beach party was like the worst birthday ever. He didn't like these new themes, only something artistic and original, like the Music Jam that happened last year.
Tina Impact, his best friend, was on vacation. What to do now? Painter thought.
Why not make a portal?
He shook his head. He remembered that time when he accidentally installed a portal in his private pool. The result was himself and his friends getting transported to the Sea. That was a good time, but not for his yellow puffle, Pastella, who had that traumatic experience of that world defying her logic. Oh come on, Painter, that was the past! Then it came to his idea that he should travel to another cool place for fun. No, it's not the Box Dimension because that's boring as heck.
Using his creativity powers, he mixed a pie, the box portal, and a silver gear to create a portal. When it swirled a lovely shade of blue, then he painted the box with clocks, fountain pens...
Setting it on the floor of his igloo, he hopped into his newly created portal, "GERONIMO!"