A/N: Now, this is where Michael first meets the Looney Tunes. Just wait until he meets the famous cat-and-mouse duo. :)

Space Jam

Chapter 10: Michael Meets the Tunes

Meanwhile, in a tunnel, Michael is being dragged further down into the tunnel as his screams echo through the tunnel. His lips flap as he sees the Warner Bros. Pictures logo ahead, he went through it. He is in Looney Tune Land. He flies down from the sky and into their town. He crashes down onto the ground. Sam is roping up his rope, Michael sits up all dizzy, with flying golf balls around his head. He sees Bugs Bunny in front of him.

"Oh, uh, look out for the first step, doc, it's a real lulu.", Bugs advised.

"Bugs Bunny?", Michael puzzled.

"Eh, you were expecting maybe the Easter Bunny?", Bugs responded as he then walked over to him.

"You're a cartoon, you're not real.", Michael retorted a bit.

"Not real, eh? If I weren't real, could I do this?", Bugs spoke before he grabbed Michael by the shirt and kissed him with a big smackaroo.

Michael wiped his mouth afterwards, disgusted, just before the other Tunes show up.

"Oh, look. Is that Michael?", Elmer spoke in surprise before Sylvester popped out from a manhole cover, rejoicing.

"It's Michael!", Sylvester rejoiced.

"It's Air Jordan!", Granny spoke in joy before Taz burst out from the mailbox.

"Basketball!", Taz spoke admiringly he then spun around and even went past Tom, Jerry, and Robyn, who glared at him.

"Really, Taz? Really?!", the trio glared in unison before Tweety noticed Michael down below from his nest in a tree.

"Ooh, I tawt I taw...", Tweety began as he noticed him before he flew down from his nest.

"I did! I did see Michael Jordan!", Tweety spoke in joy.

Then, all of the tunes gathered around Michael as he looked at them before Porky pulled out a pencil and autograph book.

"Eh, pardon me, Mr. Jordan. Eh, could I have your auto...your John Hancock, please?", Porky requested eagerly before Daffy showed up, wearing a doctor's uniform.

"Back off! Let the doctor take a look.", Daffy urged before he pulled the lever with Michael suddenly lifted in the air as he sat on the chair.

He then looked down and saw the toons from below the chair.

"Whoops. A little high.", Daffy commented.

"No.", Michael spoke in worry, shaking his head.

"Going down.", Daffy spoke before he pulled the lever with a crazy laugh.

"No!", Michael shouted as he closed his eyes before he went down and landed to the ground unharmed with the tunes clapping and holding up number signs that gave him points.

"So, what do you say we go for a little spin?", Daffy spoke before he spun Michael around and stopped the chair to look in his ear with an otoscope.

"Hmm. Now let's what we got inside here.", Daffy spoke before Bugs popped out from the other side of his head and waved.

"Yodel-ay-hee-hoo!", Bugs waved.

"Say 'Ahh'.", Daffy spoke as he put the thermometer in his mouth before it swelled exploded with Daffy then stamping an "A-OK" sign on Michael's forehead.

"All right, he's OK!", Daffy grinned before Michael raised his head up.

"What's going on here?", Michael asked expressionlessly.

"Why, Michael, I thought you'd never ask.", Bugs responded, jumping into Michael's lap before he started explaining the situation as he eventually imagined himself being chained up behind bars and forced to perform on stage.

"You see, these aliens come from outer space, and they wanna make us slaves in their theme park. Eh, what do we care? They're little. So we challenged them to a basketball game. But then they show up and they ain't so little. They're huge! We need to beat these guys, 'cause they're talking about slavery! Then they'll make us do stand-up comedy, the same jokes every night for all eternity. We're gonna be locked up like wild animals and then trotted out to perform for a bunch of lowbrow, bug-eyed, fat-headed, humor-challenged aliens! Eh, what I'm trying to say is...WE NEED YOUR HELP!", Bugs shouted urgently.

"Yeah, but I'm a baseball player now.", Michael responded.

"Right, and I'm a Shakespearean actor.", Bugs responded sarcastically as he pulled out a rabbit skull and then tossed it away.

"Bugs is right, though, Michael. You really are our only hope of beating these guys and staying free.", Robyn urged.

"Yeah.", Tom agreed.

"She's right.", Jerry concurred.

"Tom and Jerry? You're not part of the Looney Tunes.", Michael puzzled.

"Eh, tell that to Waner Bros.", Tom and Jerry spoke onward unison.

"And who's this?", Michael puzzled as he pointed to Robyn.

"Why, that's our good friend, Robyn.", Tom responded.

"Yeah. We met her trying to reunite her with her father and get her away from her crazy money grubbing aunt.", Jerry responded.

"So, yeah. We kinda had that going for us.", Robyn responded.

"Man. Seems like I missed something.", Michael commented.

Meanwhile, back in the real world, Stan was staring down the golf hole where Michael disappeared through.

"Mike? Michael? It's Stan. Stan Podolak. Uh look, I-I need you to come out now, okay? Because you got a baseball game tomorrow. And I'd look pretty stupid if you don't show up.", Stan spoke.

As Stan looked in the golf hole, Bill and Larry left the golf course.

"You think Michael's all right? Boy, I hate to leave him like this.", Larry worried.

"Aw, I'm sure he's fine. I think he had to get away from that Stan character.", Bill assured.

"Oh, gosh, he's pathetic, isn't he?", Larry commented.

"Yeah. Larry, I'm gonna give us both twos back there. We weren't in any kind of emotional state to putt.", Bill stated.

"I think that's fair.", Larry agreed before he and Bill put their golf clubs in the trunk and they get in their golf cart and drive away.

"Now, if Mike is gone, the NBA is gonna need some new people. There's room at the top. An exciting kinda guy who could maybe even perform at halftime. Now, are you still tight with David Stern? I mean a phone call from you...", Bill started.

A/N: Looks like Michael's adventure is just beginning. Honestly, I can't wait to see how it goes down. :)