"Now that's traveling in style." Harry tried to stop the shaking in his hands as they left the car. Courage wasn't faring much better, the poor dog clutching tightly to his head.

Blacky rolled his eyes. "You'll get used to it, now here we are!" The two gazed up at the flashing signs.

"Uh, Blacky?"

"Yes?"

"Where are all the people?"

"They're right there."

"Those are toon people."

"Oh right, I forgot." Harry wasn't amused by his answer.

"Mind explaining why I'm seeing them and not human beings?"

"Well since we came in through toons mean i.e by Speed Buggy, another toon you drew, we entered the other entrance, the Toon's ways." "Toon's way?" Blacky nodded as he waved the orange car away.

"Yes, not many people know of it, not even the animators. It's a secret among toons to never reveal the location to anyone." "Then why'd you reveal it to me?"

"You're special Harry, you've got magic eyes that allow you to see us. And draw us." He steered the two towards an old looking house in the centre of the town.

"Now let's go talk with the old man, maybe he'll have insight to what's going on."

Merlin, as it turned out, as a pretty nice guy once you got past his hyper energetic persona.

The older wizard was ecstatic to meet another wizard like himself, showing Harry around his little cottage and handing him objects to look at. "While it's nice to see the two of you getting along, we didn't come for a social call." Blacky called to the two as he and Courage played cards.

The poor dog was shivering at every loud sound and nearly jumped out of his skin when Blacky cursed darkly. Harry chuckled sheepishly as he settled down beside the large rabbit.

"Well you haven't changed at all, you're still sour about that time?"

"We will not speak of such things when there are young ears present." Blacky gave the wizard a dark look from behind his cards.

Merlin scoffed. "You're several years to early to scare me brat, Mickey was more of a scare then you and he's smaller than you." He sat down on a large plush chair.

"Now to business, what seems to be the problem?" Harry explained in detail of his relatives death, his transplants, and his new power to animate toons to life.

Merlin rubbed his long beard as he digested the information he received. "That's quite a tale for someone so young, you've suffered a lot." Harry merely shrugged. "These are the things that molded me into who I am today." He ran his fingers over Courage's short hair, smiling when the hound gave a happy sigh.

Merlin watched him with neutral eyes.

"You really seem to like them."

"Who?"

"The toons, I haven't seen such care since the time Walt Disney was still alive and running the place with Mickey."

He suddenly paused. "That's it!" The wizard leapt up from his chair and bolted into a room. "Uh." Harry and Blacky looked to where he was not even a second ago.

"For an old man he sure can run."

"He's a toon, what'd you expect?"

"Ah! Here it is." Merlin returned with a large tome and settled it on the trio looked over it with awe.

"That's one big book."

"Eh, I've seen bigger."

"Shush, Now look. I think I found information about those eyes of yours."

"Really?!"

"Yes, Walt Disney had a pair nearly identical to yours." He turned to a specific page. "Here it is, The first Animator was the famous Walt Disney. He was the known creator of Mickey and all of his friends."

Merlin twirled his beard. "His ability was unique to him only, so you being related to him is at an all time low. That magic of yours must have done something. We'd have to take a look."

Blacky suddenly stood and stretched. "Where are you going?" "Out, I'll be back soon." "Can I come?" "You'll stay here and learn a bit more about that magic of yours. Who knows, maybe it can help you." He grabbed Courage by the scruff.

Ignoring his rambles and strange words Blacky left the house. "Now that we're away I've got things for you to do." He grinned at the cowering canine.

"I can't allow Harry to be alone anymore, the kid's gone through so much. You're gonna help me look for some old friends of mine." Blacky grinned. "It's time for the old crew to get back together."

Harry sighed softly as he once again tried to make the feather float.

The young wizard spent two hours trying to make the thing fly while Merlin made snacks, peeking in once in a while to make sure he was doing it.

"You've almost got it." Harry closed his eyes and waited. Before Merlin's eyes the feather began to glow before it transformed. "And you've turned it into a toon. Nice."

He opened his eyes. "That's new. It's never done that before." Harry examined the feather while Merlin pulled out another one.

"Could it be that your magic is adapting? That pencil of yours, could I see it?" He pulled the item from his pocket and handed it to the wizard. Merlin nodded as he moved it between his fingers.

"I've found your problem. Your body is filled with toon magic."

"What's that?"

"It's magic, though it's more toon-like. Normal spells will not work for you, you'll have to will the magic to work. This pencil of yours it the focus, it'll help you channel your magic into something remotely normal so that you can wield both sorts of magic."

Harry looked in amazement at the pencil. "This simple thing can help me cast magic?"

"Of course, if it can help you bring toons to life, then it can help you cast normal human spells." Merlin handed him back the pencil.

"Now, it's about that time for tea. Will you join me?"

"Of course!"

"Excellent. I can tell you all my adventures while we wait for that stubborn rabbit of yours to get back."

"Blacky."

"Yes Harry?"

"Why are you carrying a large folder filled with paper?"

"Oh this? These are photos."

"Photos. Not drawings?"

"I'll leave those up to you." Blacky set the fold down on the table and stared down at Harry, waiting.

"Why are you staring? You want me to take a look?" Blacky didn't move.

The eight year old gave a groan before flipping the folder open.

Immediately several handfuls of colourful photos flew everywhere, nearly covering the whole table.

"Jeez Blacky, where on earth did you get these?"

"Some are from Disney, some are from Cartoon Network, and the rest are from Nick." Harry held up a photo.

Printed on the paper was the image of a large brown great dane. "Who's this?"

"That's Scoobert Doo, or as he's commonly known as Scooby Doo. The talking dog for the mystery crew down in the Hanna Barbera District. He's a real comedian that one. And a scaredy cat like Courage over here." Blacky rubbed his chin.

"We've been friends since the 80's, perhaps longer. My memory gets a bit fuzzy." Harry pulled another one out.

"And this one? He kinda looks familiar."

"He should, his face is plastered all over the Nick studios and his reboot is causing a ruckus around the place."

"Reboot?"

"You'll see. But anyway that there is SpongeBob SquarePants, the best fry cook under the seven seas and the nicest, if the most scattered brained, sea creature you'll ever meet."

"That's pretty biased of you Blacky."

"Whatever, I've known him for years." Harry looked to the two pictures in his hands.

"Should I bring them to life?"

"That would be great."

"Alright, two toons coming right up."

"You sound like a chef about to serve up a meal."

"You're killing my vibe."

"Sorry oh high and mighty Animator."

"Oh shut up."

Authors note: Which character should Harry bring to life in the next chapter?