A/N: Hello. Thank you fir your patience. :) the next four chapters of "Space Jam" are finally here. Now, this chapter is still the same thing fir the real world as it was in the original, but the rest will be different, I assure you. Anyhoo, enjoy. :)

Space Jam

Chapter 12: Missing the Talent

Back in the real world, teenage girls were playing basketball as Charles Barkley walked by, saw the girls, stopped, and watched them play. When a girl went to get the ball and looked up at Charles Barkley, she couldn't believe her eyes.

"You're... You're Charles Barkley.", the teenage girl spoke in surprise before Charles nodded.

"Who you talking to?", the 2nd teenage girl asked.

"Girls, come on over. Hurry up, hurry. Look it's Charles Barkley.", the 1st teenage girl urged while calling over to her friends.

"Hey, can I play?", Charles asked.

"Sure!", the girls assured, making Charles smile as he went in before the girl passed the ball to him and he dribbled it.

Then, the girl shot it and passed to Charles, who prepared to shoot it only for the girl to knock the ball out of his hands.

"You're not Charles Barkley. Just a wannabe who looks like him. Sorry break out. You shouldn't even be here. Be gone. Wannabe be gone.", the girl dissed before Charles left in disgrace.

Later, at the hospital, the four NBA players were walking with the doctor.

"Just a few more tests, gentlemen. Tests for electrolyte levels, glucose, CBCS, RBCS, ET cetera. and we've scheduled a 12-lead stress, and neurological battery to include EEG, the reflex test...", the doctor spoke as Patrick, Larry and Shawn hit their heads on the doorway and fell backwards.

Later, in the therapist's office, Charles talked to the psychiatrist.

"And then this girl, 5 feet nothing, blocked my shot.", Charles stated.

"When did you first start having this dream?", the psychiatrist asked.

"It wasn't a dream, it really happened!", Charles retorted.

Then, the four NBA players kept going through tests and talked to the doctors.

"And it climbed up my back and into my brain.", Larry spoke as he stood up.

Back at the Psychiatrist's office, it was now Patrick's turn.

"Are there any other areas, besides basketball...where you find yourself...unable to perform?", the psychiatrist asked.

"No!", Patrick responded irritatedly as he sat up.

"I'm just asking.", the psychiatrist responded.

Back at the hospital, they continued doing tests as the four NBA players were now in wheelchairs.

"I've been MRI'D, EKG'D, X-rayed, laser beamed...", Larry began.

Then, at a nearby church, Charles was praying to the lord to all the mistakes he made.

"I promise I'll never swear again.I'll never get another technical. I'll never trash-talk.", Charles prayed before Shawn was speaking with the psychiatrist next.

"I've got other skills. I could go back and work on the farm.", Shawn stated.

"Really?", the psychiatrist puzzled before Muggsy spoke to him next.

"What are you saying, that I'm trying to disobey my mama?", Muggsy asked.

"I didn't say that, you did, Muggsy.", the psychiatrist responded.

"But I love my mama.", Muggsy responded.

"Still can't find anything wrong with us.", Patrick spoke.

"Hey, maybe there's nothing wrong with us.", Muggsy guessed.

"That's right, Muggs. Maybe it's just in our heads.", Larry agreed.

"We're fine. It's just some psychomatic deal or something to do with the moon or the alignment of the planet.", Muggsy stated.

Back at church, Charles was still praying.

"I'll never go out with Madonna again.", Charles prayed.

Back at the golf course, Stan was now digging through the hole where Michael went through before a nearby golfer went over to him and saw what he's doing as Stan was surrounded by dirt.

"What are you doing?", the golfer asked before Stan stopped and saw him.

"I'm, uh...I'm fixing a divot.", Stan responded.

"Oh. He's fixing a divot!", the golfer shouted to his friends, walking back, just as Stan continued digging.