The Tiny Toons take Michael to the gym in ACME Looniversity. Despite the fact that a Basketball court has been prepared, it isn't exactly one hundred percent in the clean department.
"Look, I wanna help, but I haven't played Basketball in a long time." Michael explained. "My timing's off."
"Eh, we'll fix your timing." Buster replied.
"Yeah, just look at our facilities." Babs added.
"We got hoops!" Plucky yelled, holding onto a hoop as it breaks and falls to the ground.
"We got weights!" Hamton added.
As Dizzy was lifting weights, it toppled on Lil Sneezer, who sneezed afterwards, launching them through the ceiling.
"We got balls!" Furrball added, opening a locker, causing balls to pour out.
"You sure do, this place is a mess." Michael replied.
"Mess?!" Plucky retorted. "You're worried about a little mess?! There's nothing a little spit shine won't fix. Spit shine!"
"Spit shine!" Furrball yelled.
The Tiny Toons started spitting all around the gym, much to the disgust of Michael Jordon. Afterwards, Dizzy took two mops, and began spinning around, cleaning the entire gym.
"Lemony fresh!" He yelled afterwards.
"You guys are nuts." Michael informed.
"Correction, we're Tiny Toons." Hamton replied.
"We're Tiny!" Buster started singing.
"We're Tooney!" Babs sang.
"We're all a little Looney!" The other Toons sang.
"You don't need to sign the whole song!" Michael interrupted. "This isn't a Tiny Toon Adventures episode.
"You're totally a party pooper." Shirley scoffed.
Plucky Duck pulled down a banner, which had the Warner Brothers logo on it.
"We're not only Tiny Toons, or the students of the Looney Tunes, we're exclusive property and trademark of Warner Bros. Inc." He said, kissing the logo.
That was when the Monstars busted into the gym.
"Who are these guys?" Michael asked.
"Well, uh, remember the tiny aliens me and Babs told you about?" Buster nervously explained.
"You've heard of the Dream Team? Well we're the Mean Team, wussy man!" Pound exclaimed to Michael.
"Wussy man." Bupkus laughed.
"Wussy man?" Michael retorted.
"We're the Monstars!" Nawt explained, jumping onto Pound's shoulder. "M, O, N... uhm..."
"Let's see what you got, chump!" Pound challenged Michael, throwing a ball to him.
"I don't play basketball anymore." Michael replied, tossing the ball back to Pound.
"I don't play basketball anymore!" Bupkus mocked.
"Maybe you're chicken." Bang laughed, clucking and flapping his arms like a chicken.
"Hey, I (bleep-bleep) resemble that (bleep-bleep) remark!" Fowlmouth retorted.
"You calling me a chicken?" Michael asked.
"Come here!" Pound laughed, grabbing Michael.
The Monstars then scrunched Michael into a basketball, and bounced him all around the gym.
"Hey, everybody, look at your hero now!" Pound snickered.
"You guys are making a big mistake." Michael informed, dusting himself off.
"You're all washed up, baldy!" Bang laughed.
"Baldy?" Michael replied, sounding offended.
Sweetie Pie flew up to Bang's face.
"He's not washed up, Michael is the greatest ever!" She retorted.
"Shaddup!" Bang yelled, flicking her away like a bug.
Michael goes to comfort Sweetie.
"You okay?" Michael asked in a concerned voiced, picking her up in his hand.
"Yeah, are you okay?" Blanko asked, also sounding concerned as he pushed Bang and Bupkus away, before they both grabbed and glared at him for being friendly.
"You're not scared of them, are you, Michael?" Sweetie asked, with crocodile tears in her eyes.
Michael stood. He had a think, then looked at the Monstars, who were grinning and chuckling evily. The Tiny Toons looked nervous has Michael thought. Finally, Michael made his decision.
"Let's play some basketball." He said
The Tiny Toons cheered.
Back in the real world, the five NBA players are still missing their talent. The players being Charles Barkley, Larry Johnson, Patrick Ewing, Muggsy Bogues, and Shawn Bradley. They tried everything to figure out what happened: visiting doctors, going to therapy, praying in Church, talking to psychiatrists, and even playing Basketball with teenagers. But nothing seemed to work.
Meanwhile, Stan was digging through the golf hole Michael went through in an effort to find him.
"What are you doing?" A Golfer asked.
"I'm fixing a divot." Lied Stan.
He continued to dig as the Golfer walked away back to his friends.