Hey! I'm back, thank you to Guest and RalphWolfandSamSheepdog55 for reviewing the last chapter. I'm actually betareading a fanfic for RalphWolf and it shows promise. It's also about Space Jam from the look of the title, but it does contain OC's, so just a heads up on that as I know not everyone likes them.
Anyway, hope you all enjoy the next chapter!
See chapter one for the disclaimer and let's crack on!
Completely unaware of what was happening inside Rhythm's headquarters, Marvin was reading a book and trying to relax. He wished he had K.9. with him, but unfortunately the author had forgotten to include him, so he wasn't there.
Sighing, the Martian flicked another page. Just then there was a bright flash behind him and the Martian immediately jumped up, pulling a laser-gun out of nowhere as he did so. He did a double-take as soon as he saw who it was and put the ray down. "Sylvester? I wasn't expecting-"
Eyes wild the cat threw himself at the Martian and grabbed him by his shoulders. "You've got to get me inside Rhythm's headquarters now!" He screeched, shaking his brother like a rag doll.
Marvin eyes narrowed and he stamped on Sylvester's foot, causing the cat to leap backwards with a yowl. "You do not shake me-" Marvin began, before noticing his brother was shaking badly himself and biting his own nails down to nearly stumps. "Sylvester, what's the matter?"
Another flash and Ralph fell on top of Sylvester's head. "Sorry, Sly." He said, quickly getting up. "Wasn't concentrating. Marvin - can you get us in there?" He gestured to Rhythm's headquarters.
"Will someone please explain to me-" Marvin began.
Another flash and Wakko and Dot appeared at the back of the spaceship. "Uncle Marvin-!" They began together.
The Martian fired his ray into the sky and stamped his foot. "Be quiet!" He shouted. The four toons quietened and Marvin took a breath. "That's better, now will someone please explain to me what's going on?"
All four started speaking at once, Marvin fired his ray again before pointing at Ralph. "Wolf. Speak."
Ralph explained what had happened and how they'd looked at the script to figure out what to do next, ending with. "So we need you to break down that wall."
Marvin smiled [Well, as close as he got to smiling] and cracked his knuckles. "That makes me very happy..."
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[Back inside Rhythm's headquarters]
"I win, I win..." Rhythm murmured while pacing up and down. The lights were pretty much doing some sort of dance by this point with the birdcages and glass box swinging even more wildly. Bugs flinched as the box came close to the ceiling. Fighting the anxiety rising in his throat he looked around, desperately searching for any sign of anything happening.
"Eh...Bugs? When'sth your grand plan that we don't know about happening?" Daffy hissed.
Bugs swallowed and tried to get his voice to work.
Thankfully he didn't have to provide an answer because there was an almighty crash and the left-side wall collapsed into pixels as Marvin's spaceship came smashing into the room. At practically the speed of light the door to the ship opened and a black-and-white ball of fury came shooting out of it, heading straight for Rhythm.
To give the king credit Rhythm reacted quickly and held his hands up ,managing to freeze Sly literally in mid-air.
"Father!" Junior called out, in anguish. Tweety went to help, but was held back by Granny, who gently reminded him about the 6-foot rule.
Rhythm grinned manically and started to laugh, but the laugh was cut of abruptly when he happened to look down and see a small puppy-dog creature looking up at him with wide eyes.
"Hello." Wakko said, tongue lolling and smiling, despite the circumstances.
Rhythm scrunched his nose up.
"Hi!" The black man let out a surprisingly high-pitched scream and whipped around only to be faced with thin air. After a brief pause he looked down to see Dot smiling up at him. "Why's our brother in a cage?" She asked, sweetly.
Rhythm took a breath and stood upright. "It's nothing personal Dot Warner - oh yes, I know your name - your brother is simply a pawn in a much larger game. I shall return him when the game is finished." Eyes narrowing he aimed this last bit at Bugs.
"Ooh - what game?" Wakko started jumping up and down. "Chess? It's chess, isn't it? You should get Yakko down to help you with that, he's pretty good at chess-"
Rhythm blinked and stepped backwards. "It's not chess-"
"Obviously it's tag." Dot said, scornfully, folding her arms.
"Thank you, it's-" The king did a double-take and down in confusion at the Warner sister. "- Wh- why would it be tag? That makes no logical sense-"
"Tag, you're it!" Dot darted forward and tagged the king on his arm. Her and Wakko immediately split in different directions and Rhythm spluttered.
"-What the - hey! Get back here! Oi!" He moved initially after Dot, then tried to switch to Wakko. He let out an frustrated groan and yelled at Bugs. "Stop them, you idiot!"
"S-s-sorry." Porky said, smirking. "We c-c-can't get wi-wi-with - anywhere near 6 foot of them, r-r-remember?"
On the other side of the room Yosemite Sam leaned into Lola, saying. "I-ah don't git it. Why can't he just freeze them?"
Lola considered for a moment. "Maybe something to do with the fact he's froze Sly? I dunno. Ask the author." She quickly dodged out the way as Wakko came charging past her with Rhythm just behind him practically breathing fire.
"Get back here you little -!"
"Ah-ah!" Dot suddenly appeared on Rhythm's shoulder and covered his mouth. "Not in front of the kiddies!"
With a roar of frustration Rhythm tried to grab her but she disappeared with a flash, appearing next to Wakko. The two of them pulled faces at Rhythm and danced up and down erratically. He snarled and tried to grab them again.
"Hey!" Out of nowhere Yakko barrelled into Rhythm's side, sending him flying to the floor. "Leave my sibs alone!"
"What the-?" Looking up Rhythm's eyes went wide. "How!?"
Smirking Yakko jerked his thumb over his shoulder and Rhythm looked to where he was pointing.
Ralph and Sam [sheepdog] were standing back to back, arms folded and both looking smug. Making eye contact with Rhythm Ralph pointed across the room. Face strangely expressionless, Rhythm turned to see Junior standing in front of Granny.
Granny smiled gently and patted the top of Junior's head reassuringly.
Eyes wild, Rhythm staggered to his feet and let out a ear-splitting shriek. The lights first went insanely bright - then completely black - all the toons started screaming and then there was a almost animal-like screech.
"De lights! Someone get de lights!" Bugs yelled, struggling to be heard above all the racket.
The lights came on almost as quickly as they'd gone off. All the toons turned to see Pete standing by a random fusebox, wrench in hand. He smiled and beeped.
"...He said he's fixed it." Wile.E said, somewhat unnecessarily.
His siblings all gave him a look and the coyote shrugged.
Bugs shook his head, eyes scanning the room. He smiled when he saw Sylvester spinning Junior around joyfully.
"But Father, where has Rhythm gone?" Junior was asking.
Bugs frowned and turned to survey the room. Sure enough, no sign of Rhythm anywhere.
"Sufferin' succatash, I don't know! He'd already disappeared when I tried to jump on him-"
Just then there was a bang and both Sam and Ralph jumped about a smile in the air and clutched each other. Elmer had woken up and was now banging on the glass frantically.
"Fuddsthey!" Daffy ran over and dropped to his knees. "Oh Fuddsthey, ol' buddy, ol' pal, speak to me!" To which Elmer's response was simply to bang harder.
"N-n-now there's g-g-got to be a way to get-to get - to remove him from this..." Porky joined Daffy and ran his hands along the edges of the box.
"Would a mallet work?" Lola asked, rummaging in her hammerspace.
"C-c-could give it a go, but it'll probably j-j-just bounce of the box-"
"How about a flame-thrower?" Ralph asked, wielding one in the air,
"A-a-are you mad!? Do you w-wa-want to b-b - scar him!?"
At this point Yakko faced the readers and said. "Eh...while we're working this out how about we show you how we got everyone out? Sibs! Flashback time!"
Wakko and Dot brought over a projector and a screen and proceeded to press play.
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[While Wakko and Dot were distracting Rhythm]
"Now, siblings, I suggest we stand on each others shoulders-" Marvin started.
Penelope shook her head. "Sorry Marvin, we can't get close enough. It's up to you and Ralph."
Eye twitching a little, Marvin froze. Ralph, on the other hand, instantly started rummaging through his hammerspace. "Got it!" He retrieved the helicopter blades from the previous chapter. "I'll fly up there and pick the locks on the cages, you see if you can get that box down."
"Ralph." Wile.E beckoned to his younger brother. "Here, take this skeleton key. It may help."
"Thanks, bro." Ralph pocketed it, then attached the blades to himself using the sling before spinning them to get them to work. He started with the cage Junior was in, hovering directly opposite the locks while picking it. After a few seconds he'd managed it and swung the door open.
The young cat edged forward, looking more then slightly terrified. "It's alright." Ralph said, softly, "Just put your arms around me and I'll lift you down gently."
With a gulp the young cat followed Ralph's instructions and was indeed lifted down with no issue. Once down Junior immediately headed over to Granny. Ignoring the 6-foot rule she hugged him tightly, making soothing noises all the while.
By this point Ralph was now trying to pick the lock of Yakko's cage. "C'mon, c'mon, hurry up will ya?" The younger toon hissed, foot tapping impatiently. "I'm needed in about two seconds."
"I'm trying..." Ralph murmured. "Got ya!" He swung the cage open and Yakko instantly jumped down in order to join the fray. "Be careful!" The wolf yelled after him. Realising the younger toon wasn't taking any notice, Ralph sighed before turning to help Sam. He did a double-take upon seeing the sheepdog was already out his cage.
With a small smile, Sam waved a skeleton key at his friend. "Always be prepared, Ralph. Always be prepared."
Both smiling the two of them leapt to the ground.
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While Ralph was cracking the birdcages, Marvin had managed to get himself on top of the glass box. [Oh the beauty of toon physics] and was now figuring out exactly what needed to happen. Of course he had to cut the ropes, but he didn't want the box to just crash to the floor. That would be dangerous.
He yelled down to Daffy. "Daffy! Can I request your help in catching this box?"
To which Daffy saluted and held his arms out. Marvin saw Pepe, Penelope and Yosemite Sam step forwards to help as well.
Confident this would work Marvin shot the first rope opposite him. It broke and the box dropped a bit. Grabbing the nearest rope, Marvin steadied himself. When the box stopped swinging Marvin shot the next rope and the whole thing tipped forwards alarmingly. Realising there was now no easy way to do this, Marvin shot the third and then the fourth rope in quick succession and the whole thing dropped to the floor.
Between the four aforementioned toons they managed to catch the box without making a sound. At the exact same moment that this happened, Yakko threw himself at Rhythm and Ralph and Sam had exactly five seconds to jump on top of the box and look cool while the other four scurried back to their positions.
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Dot turned off the projector. "Was that enough time?" She asked. The three of them turned to see Ralph carefully flame-throwering the box.
"Dere was nothing else we could use." Bugs explained, seeing their confused looks.
"Got it!" Ralph said, triumphantly, stepping back and lifting his helmet.
Sam and Ralph lifted the lid of the box and Elmer instantly sat up, gasping horribly.
"Breath, Elmer." Granny said, soothingly. "There we go, that's it..." She spent a few more seconds doing this and eventually the hunters breathing levelled out.
"I'm awwight." He said, voice trembling. "Can we go home now? I've had enough of this pwot."
"Sure thing, Doc - we just need to decide what we're doin' with Pete."
The blue blob beaped and clasped his tentacles together excitedly.
