Thanks to Moonie for prodding me! Hopefully I'll finish this someday, but here's one chapter for now. Happy birthday Moonie!
Visitors:
Luckily, no-one else was home at Ryan's house, allowing the author the advantage of not having to write additional dialogue or introduce new characters that quite frankly don't matter at all.
Ryan and Carley entered the house and headed to the room that contained the Personality Transdimensionalizer Implantation Device, lots of computers, many flasks with randomly-coloured boiling liquids, body parts floating in formaldehyde, and a Jacob's Ladder just because they're cool.
As Ryan went to open the door to the room, he noticed it was ajar. As he reached to push it the rest of the way open, a blur suddenly shot by into the hallway. Once the entity stopped moving, it didn't take him long to determine the identity of the familiar toon - the Roadrunner. A few seconds later, another familiar face pushed his way past Ryan and Carley, nearly knocking them over in the process. If you didn't realize it was going to be Wile E. Coyote after reading the previous sentence, there's something wrong with you. (((A/N: In fact, there probably is something wrong with you anyways, but that's okkay, I still love you. I have no taste, but I love you.)))
Wile E. reached behind his back, and from thin air (((A/N: or would it be thick air?))) pulled out a bow and quickly duct-taped a stick of dynamite to an arrow. Meanwhile, the Roadrunner simply stood at the end of the hallway, cocking his head inquisitively. Our favorite hapless coyote lit the fuse. However, when he attempted to shoot the arrow at the Roadrunner, it was he who was shot – backwards and through a wall into the neighbor's yard.
Considering toon physics were at play, the lit stick of dynamite hung in mid-air exactly where it had begun its journey from the bow. Ryan and Carley both frantically grabbed for it, but it was the Roadrunner that got to it first. Before Ryan and Carley could even turn around, he was next to Wile E. to politely return the dynamite to its rightful owner. He dropped it on Wile E.'s lap, gave his trademark "meep, meep" and sped off into the distance. Seeing how short the fuse had become, Wile E. didn't even attempt to get away from it. He merely held up a sign with a slanted exclamation point painted on, and waited for the dynamite to blow up in his face. He briefly held form, then proceeded to be reduced to a pile of ash (with his still-blinking eyes on top of said pile, of course.)
"Peh," Ryan scoffed. "Serves him right for pushing past us so rudely."
So, after having been in the house for several minutes, Ryan finally fully opened the door to the lab-like room.
It was immediately plainly obvious that the portal was allowing toons entry to the real world. Aside from the simple logic of recent events influencing the obviousness, it could also be seen that there was a tear in the portal wall, allowing a leak that toons could squeeze though. In fact, it actually resulted in a sucking vortex on the toon side.
It was easy to determine that it wasn't just an eye trick, considering that they had just seen two toons come out of the room, and considering that the top half of a toon was sticking through the gap as Ryan and Carley entered the room.
After a brief glance, both Ryan and Carley spoke at the same time.
"Yakko!"
"Boy, are we glad to see you!" said Ryan, beginning to walk towards the portal. "It sure would be great to have a helping hand with the situation here…"
At this time, Carley flipped the light switch, and it was revealed that the angle and poor lighting had lead to an eye trick after all, one that made them incorrectly identify the arriving toon as Yakko.
But it was someone that they were not willing to welcome with open arms.
A toon that brought a look of shock and fear to their faces.
Xakko.