Author's Notes and Disclaimer: HEL-LO EVERY-BODY! That's right; it's been many months, but I am back and I am here with another fanfic, a one-shot this time that is meant to serve as an introduction to another crossover I've been fiddling around with. And before anyone starts yelling, don't worry, I haven't abandoned my other stories; I'm just on a different kick right now. One that has a bit of a long story attached to it, so bear with me here and I'll tell you about it:

It all started in my Fall 2020 semester at college; I was having a terrible time adapting to the new learning format that we were doing due to COVID-19, which ultimately ended up having me get an F in my Calculus II class. I was working my rear end off and pulling my hair out just get assignments done and I often stayed up very late to do them, giving myself no respite. However, I did start watching movies and stuff late at night to unwind on suggestion from my parents and my younger brother, which has been really helping me out. At the time, I also listened to songs off the Internet, one of which was a compilation video of cartoon themes songs from the 80's, including "G.I. Joe", "Transformers", and a 1987 series called "Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles" (and holy smokes, it is super catchy). During that time was also the time when hype for the "Animaniacs" reboot was high, which led me to re-watching episodes of "Pinky and the Brain" just to keep myself fresh with the material…as well as start listening to my very first, and most favorite, podcast: "Talkin' Toons with Rob Paulsen". And let me tell you, it is equal parts informative and amusing, with Mr. Paulsen himself talking to a variety of people in the voice-acting business (even though acting is acting whether it's voice or on-camera) about how they got their start, talking about their experiences, and stories about their co-stars (two in particular made me laugh so hard I almost couldn't breathe). Anyway, I started listening to the podcast first on the Internet, now on Spotify, on a relatively consistent basis, and that was where the kick came in, not on a particular franchise (although that's the case here), but more around a particular person's work: the incredible repertoire of Mr. Rob Paulsen himself.

Getting back on track, through "Talkin' Toons" and some browsing around on Tumblr (don't have an account there, I just visit), I found that Rob Paulsen played a character on the 1987 TMNT series named Raphael, whom I've read in this series is a very different iteration than any other Raphael in the TMNT franchise; while the other Raphaels are more hot-headed, more eager to pick a fight, and often clash with Leonardo, the 1987 Raphael was given a sarcastic wit and a talent for line delivery and a turn of phrase that could only come from Mr. Paulsen. Now, the other turtles in that series-Leonardo played by Cam Clarke (who I know as Mac from the children's TV series "Clifford: The Big Red Dog", also starring Grey DeLisle, Cree Summer, and the late John Ritter), Donatello played by Barry Gordon (looking at what he's been in, I'm now realizing that I've seen and heard him and never payed attention to it, and, according to "Talkin' Toons", he was apparently studying to be a lawyer while working on the series, can you believe it), and Michelangelo played by Townsend Coleman (never saw much of his work except for TMNT 1987)-are well-done too and certain aspects of their personalities resonate with me, and their voice actors are talented in their own right, but this Raphael currently has a special place in my heart along with Pinky and the Brain, Godzilla, Godzooky, Garfield, Bugs Bunny, Donald Duck, Stitch, Optimus Prime, and so many other cartoon characters because of the wit and charm that Mr. Paulsen brings to the character (this Raph's voice is pretty much his own, so, in my mind, he's essentially infused this iteration of the character with his own personality).

OK, I am rambling way, way, WAY too much, so to wrap up the story, I got into the TMNT 1987 series over my 2021 spring break (made it up to Episode 118 "Leonardo Cuts Loose") and now I'm back on it now that the semester's over, and because I was still on a Godzilla kick at the same time I was geeking out over Mr. Paulsen and TMNT, this crossover came about, although this one-shot features Looney Tunes in it.

Now, to set this story up and clarify its placement in the grand scheme of things, this takes place after my still-in progress Godzilla/"Who Framed Roger Rabbit" crossover, and, during the time-span between these stories, Godzooky has been working at Warner Bros. as part of the Looney Tunes lineup, mostly co-starring with Bugs Bunny and Daffy Duck on occasion, and is now pretty much a part of the family, as it were. It's a big jump, and there may be a few things you may not know about, but rest assured, they will be explained in time, real life permitting.

Now, for the disclaimer, I don't own Bugs Bunny and Daffy Duck, Warner Bros. does; same with Godzooky, although he's actually from a Hanna-Barbera and Toho cartoon series. I don't own TMNT 1987 either, the series belongs to Murakami-Wolf-Swenson, Inc. and Viacom, and is based off the TMNT comic book series created by Kevin Eastman and Peter Laird.

I'll talk more about this later, but for right now, please read on…

Konnichiwa. Uh, that's "hello". I guess I'd better explain who I am first: My name is Godzooky Gojo, but my friends and family call me "Zooky" for short. Well, except for Mikey, who calls me "Z-man" or "Z-dude" on occasion.

Who's Mikey? Whoops, guess I got ahead of myself.

Let me get back on track: If I had to put my age in human years, my best guess would be in the teenage range. And as if that sentence wasn't indicative of a certain something, then this next one will tell you: I'm not human. I'm a kaiju; more specifically, a saurian with wings under my arms, kind of like a wyvern.

I'm originally from the Japan area, Monster Island, if you want to be precise, but I've been many places, met many new people, and learned many new things. Like, how to breathe fire, for instance. And how to dance the samba. Not to mention how to use a sword and play the violin. I've also expressed an interest in science and technology, thanks to my friend Pete Darien and my favorite comic book hero, Spider-Man. Not only that, but I've also become a professional in show business; cartoons to be exact. To make a long story short, after helping a Toon friend of mine named Roger Rabbit save Toontown from being Dipped off the face of the Earth, I was offered a job in doing cartoons. After finishing a stint at the former Maroon Cartoons, where Roger used to work, I decided to make my career at Warner Bros. Cartoons. While there, I met, learned from, and grew up with the best of Warner Bros' best: Bugs Bunny, Daffy Duck, Porky Pig, Sylvester, Tweety, Granny, Elmer J. Fudd, and Wile E. Coyote and the Roadrunner, to name a few. Aside from a long hiatus with jobs in-between from the late '60's to late '70's, I've been working at Warner Bros. ever since October of 1948. (Hey, I've got a fancy-schmancy watch that can let me go anywhere in time. Besides, the authoress of this fanfic can make me stay young as long as she wants).

Anyway, this story begins in 1987; mid-December 1987 to be exact. Daffy Duck had just made his big comeback in "The Duxorcist" last month and, aside from commercials, it was a pretty dry run for the Looney Tunes crew. That didn't stop us from taking advantage of the free time, though. And free time during December meant time to deck the halls and do some important shopping. Which is what I was setting out to do when everything went down the drain.

(And I don't mean things started going wrong. On the contrary, looking back, it was one of the biggest and best days of my life. Although…I likely didn't think of it that way at the time. Well, read on; you'll see what I mean).

"All roight, fellas; dis is it," Bugs said, his eyes narrowed in grim determination.

I looked over at Daffy; sweat was pouring down his face like little rivers and he looked so tense I thought that if he stayed that stiff much longer he was going to remain stuck in that position.

"Will you settle down, Daff?" I asked him. "You're soakin' the carpet."

All I got was a spittle-filled "shush", so I focused back on the matter at hand. It was a matter of paramount importance; something that only one of the three of us was chosen to do every year at this time. And right now, it was down to Daffy and myself. I wasn't gonna back down…but neither was Daffy.

"Ya ready?" Bugs asked from my right.

"Ready," Daffy said tensely.

"Hai!" I affirmed in Japanese.

"Can't you jus-th-t sthay 'ready'?" Daffy asked in his usual attitude.

"Daffy…" Bugs warned the black-feathered mallard.

"Sthorry," Daffy said quickly.

"OK…" Bugs trailed.

A few seconds of suspense ticked by…

"Call it!" Bugs barked.

"Heads!/Tails!" Daffy and I called out, respectively.

Up went the coin…it flipped in the air for a few seconds…it fell down to the table…and it came up…

"Tails!" Bugs announced. "Zooky's da winner!"

"Yes! Whoo-HOO!" I crowed, pumping my fists in excitement.

Daffy, on the other hand, groaned and complained like the sore loser he was a good portion of the time.

"No fair!" he lisped. "It wasth rigged!"

"Sorry, Daff; da rules of da game are da rules of da game. And da rules of de game say dat it's Zooky's toin to go shoppin' for coitain Christmas supplies dis year; namely, what we're gonna eat," Bugs said.

"What'sth the point? It'sth gonna be the sthame thing: Sthomething with carrotsth for you," Daffy said, looking at Bugs, "sthomething Japanesthe for Zthooky, and I'll be the only one having sthomething normal."

"Well, maybe I'll surprise you and bring back something different," I said, heading for the door to get my coat.

"Like what?" Daffy questioned.

I was quiet for a moment as I put on my winter gear that had been especially made for someone with dorsal plates on his head and the back of his neck and claws on his fingertips before shrugging and answering, "I dunno; I'll think of something. Oof!" I cried out suddenly as something fell out of the closet and landed on my head.

"You OK, Zuke?" I heard Bugs say.

I rubbed the impact spot on my head, vocalized an affirmative, and reached down to pick up whatever bonked me on the head. It was a container from one of those fast-food places; Jack-in-the-Box, to be exact. Seeing that made me think back to a commercial for that place that came out in 1979 that Bugs had told me about; something about the main announcer looking and sounding like he had real potential. On Bugs' recommendation, I had watched the commercial myself and had to agree; plus, something about him just made me smile; there was something…personable about him.

I was pulled from my musings by Daffy asking in a tone of false surprised discovery: "Oh, isth that where I put that thing? Oh, how sthilly of me."

"Well, next time, put yer trash in da trash can," Bugs told the older Looney Tune.

"Well, there was no harm done," I said, putting the item down on a table. "I'm off, fellas," I announced.

"Be careful out dere," Bugs warned.

"I will," I promised.

"Frankly, I don't care what you get; sthurpristhe me for all I care," Daffy said.

"Oh, I guarantee I'll find somethin' to surprise ya with," I said aloud as I walked out the door. "The question is…what?" I asked myself once I was outside and the front door was closed.

Despite it being December, the climate felt like summertime here in LA, but the Toon clouds decided to provide a little Christmastime atmosphere by having it snow in Toontown. Not that I minded, I kinda liked seeing snow; as long as I didn't take any unwanted slips on the ice. Thankfully, there was only a light dusting of snow on the ground and the sky was relatively clear, so I decided to walk instead of drive or signal Benny.

All around the neighborhood, there were signs of Toons everywhere (well, almost everywhere) getting themselves into the Christmas spirit; setting up decorations on their homes, kids having snowball fights in the park (although some were along the lines of a full-out battle), and going shopping for Christmas stuff like I was. There were also some notices tacked up about a new section of Toontown having finished been built in time for the debut of some new Toons that was going to occur tonight, but I hadn't really taken notice of it. And I unfortunately had no time to take notice of it now; I had a job to do.

I was just figuring out where to go to get a surprise Christmas dish once I reached the Toontown shopping district when it happened. It was a flash of light I caught just outside my peripheral. I had dismissed it as a camera flash until I saw it again, brighter this time. And it was…green? I then thought a green Christmas light was on the blink somewhere until I turned to face the street. That was when I saw the weirdest thing (and considering where I was and what I had seen in my lifetime up to that moment, that was saying something): A pulsing green light shining from under a manhole cover.

"What the heck is that?" I asked myself aloud.

I checked around; no-one else seemed to be taking notice. My first thought was to do the responsible thing and call the Toontown Sanitation Department, but then again, this was Toontown I was living in; there was little expectation they'd take this seriously. So, being the only "serious" denizen here, I decided to step in.

At the time, I considered this as a big mistake on my part. In truth, I still do a bit; after all, trying to step in on a problem best taken care of by professionals was an error. However, I also now find myself looking back at this moment rather fondly as the moment I took the call to what was sure to be an amazing adventure.

Using my super-strength, I lifted the manhole cover. I had to shield my eyes; the light was so bright. My heightened sense of smell picked up not only the smell of the sewer, but also chemicals; chemicals I had never smelled before. I was in the midst of trying to process all this and likely thinking about calling for help when a new set of lights entered my vision from my right: Two, bright yellow lights. It wasn't until I heard a truck horn that I realized I was about to be run over by an idiot who decided to drive in the middle of the road.

Now, normally I would've rolled out of the way to the sidewalk I came from, but I was suddenly overcome by an impulse to leap down into the sewer. I don't know how the suggestion came into my head, but the next thing I knew, I had jumped in and a loud splash was heard. I was now in dirty sewer water, and the ambient color scheme was green all over. I had only enough time to think about how strange this all was when the green coloring got brighter and brighter until I was blinded once again. I then heard and felt myself screaming at the top of my lungs and voice as I was suddenly pulled down; faster, faster, and faster, like I was being flushed down a toilet (don't ask how I know how that feels, but believe me, I do). I felt myself go through a few loops and the sound of roaring water soon joined my yelling. I then felt I was being flipped head-over-heels before finally being roughly deposited on a concrete surface (it had to be concrete because the front of my body was stinging like crazy).

It then I made my first realization: My winter gear was gone. Likely ripped off of me during my trip to…wherever I had gone. I took a breath and began coughing and gagging; my nose told me that I was still in the sewer. And I was all wet from sewer water.

Wonderful.

Well, miraculously, I somehow managed not to swallow any of it, so that was a plus.

I shook myself dry as best I could, making a note to myself to get a shower as soon as possible. But that wouldn't be possible if I didn't get out of the sewers first; so, after some fumbling around in the dark as my bearings came back to me and I questioned myself over and over about what on Earth had possessed me to dive into one of the most unsanitary locales on the planet, I found a ladder that led to a manhole cover. As I reached the top, my nose picked up fresh air…and an amount of pollution in it that could only be put out by a big city? Well, I thought nothing of it…until I pushed the cover up…

…And found myself staring up at the tall buildings and sky of the home state of the Mario Brothers and Spider-Man: New York.

I was the picture of open-mouthed surprise until I realized that I was going to be a road hazard if I stayed put much longer. So, I climbed out, replaced the metal sewer lid, and got out of the street. I couldn't help but be geeked out and freaked out at the same time; for one thing, I was in the state where my favorite comic book hero was born, and I was trying to comprehend how I had gotten from one end of the USA to the other, for another, in addition to the fact that it had gone from winter to what felt like summer. Plus, I barely had an idea how to navigate around here, so my only bet was to wander around until I found something and/or someone helpful. And considering what I looked like, not to mention smelled like…

"Well, Zuke," I sighed to myself. "This is one lulu of a problem you've gotten yourself into. I just hope I find somebody friendly," I added as I began walking down the sidewalk.

But where was a kaiju like me gonna find friends in 1987 New York?

Where, indeed (wink, wink). Well, that's a wrap for now; I'm currently working on the first episode of this one-person-to-mega-hit franchise crossover, so you'll have to be patient for the next part. Uh, that is, if you want the next part. This is probably a first in the history of fanfiction: a crossover between an animated Godzilla series made by Hanna-Barbera in 1978-79 and the first Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles animated TV series made in 1987, so I'm a little nervous about what the reaction's going to be. So please, be honest, but don't throw any flames, OK?

Now, that being said, I can already imagine a few reactions that are basically saying that this in likelihood not a crossover, but just me putting my geek-out of one of the most prolific voice-actors of all time on digital paper. Well…considering what I've said in the beginning Author's Notes…I can admit that to some extent. In fact, I am so geeked-out about the guy that when I heard on his podcast that he did a commercial in 1979 for a fast-food place called Jack-in-the-Box, I looked up and watched that very commercial (they were promoting "Frings", a combination of fries and onion rings; watch it), which is referenced in this story. And, in the future, when the crossover actually starts, you can expect quite a bit of interaction between Godzooky and a certain mutant turtle wearing red for that aforementioned reason as well (and considering Godzooky has been working with the Looney Tunes for a long time, and they're certainly no slouches with wit, either). But, in all honesty, I've grown to like these turtles very much, so now I've decided to make them pretty much a part of the "extended" Godzilla family. In fact, I'm cooking up another Godzilla/TMNT crossover that features two characters from Scooby-Doo as well as another series crossover with a kaiju OC. So, yeah, I'm on a bit of a roll with this.

Ooh, before I forget, one little piece of trivia: It's mentioned that when Zooky makes his little trip, it's mid-December 1987; the first episode of the 1987 TMNT series premiered on December 14, 1987 as the first part of a 5-part pilot for the series, which is referenced by the aforementioned date and the newly-built section of Toontown.

Again, I assure you, I have not abandoned my other projects. In fact, I'll be putting up another prequel that features Godzilla and Mothra in addition to this one-shot.

As usual, please read and review. Stay "tooned" (see what I did there?) for future stories, and, in the words of Rob Paulsen himself, prolific voice actor and throat cancer survivor, for help in these times: "Laughter is the best medicine. The cool thing is you can't OD and the refills are free". Thank you, and, in the words of Michelangelo, cowabunga!