Part 1: Way Too Much Hustle

Sunshine was excited to have some one-on-one time with her uncles. Every day for the past week, she got to spend some quality time with each of the BroZone brothers (apart from her father, of course).

Floyd told her stories about his life following the band's breakup, and she told him all about growing up with Branch and Poppy.

Clay invited her to a book club meeting, where there wasn't a single dry eye in the room.

She spent some time at Vacay Island, where Bruce taught her how to cook.

And now it was John Dory's turn.

He wasn't sure what sort of adventure he could take his niece on that Branch wouldn't deem potentially life-threatening. He settled for simply taking her for a spin in Rhonda.

When he told his baby brother his plan, he left out the part about letting Sunshine drive. Hey, if Tiny somehow pulled it off, she should have no problem. And he wasn't planning on taking her too far beyond the boundaries of the village.

"Okay, take it easy," John coached, figuring if she was anything like her dad, she wasn't that much of an adrenaline junkie, "not too fast, not too slow. Don't jerk the wheel too much, it makes her tummy upset."

Sunshine tried to stifle a snicker and retain her focus; it was fun, but it was also kind of weird to have a pet that doubled as a recreational vehicle. She wondered how Rhonda ate, but she wasn't sure if she wanted to know how she did her business.

They stopped on a hill that overlooked the village, and Sunshine couldn't help but feel pretty darn proud of herself. "Hey, I think I see my house from here," she joked, pointing at the village below.

"Wow, that's cool, Sunny," John chuckled, "Now, what do you say I take the wheel so we can head back?"

He started talking about other ways they could spend the rest of the day, but she wasn't really listening very closely; she was too busy looking over the different buttons and dials on the dashboard. How Uncle John knew what they all did was beyond her, but the biggest one there caught her eye—an orange spiral-patterned button labeled "HUSTLE" in big bold letters.

That one must be pretty important. Maybe it made Rhonda go faster.

Only one way to find out.

"Hey, Uncle John," she asked, already reaching for the button, "What does this button do?"

John stopped his tangent long enough to see his niece's finger hovering over the button. "No no wait," he gasped, rushing to stop her, "You're not ready for--!"

But he was too late. They were on their way to the Hustle Dimension.

Even worse, unbeknownst to them, there was a witness to their departure.

Branch tried to tell himself that he had nothing to worry about; he could trust his brother not to put Sunshine in any danger.

Right?

That thought had definitely come too soon, for as Rhonda waved back at him from her perch atop the hill, her eyes suddenly widened, flashing in multiple colors before she shot across the sky out of view.

Branch gasped, scowling at his brother's audacity. He specifically told him no Hustling! What, did he think just because he's the oldest, he can still call the shots?

"Poppy, meet me at the Dune Huggy," he yelled, "I've got an appointment to strangle a certain bro with his own goggles!"

…

The next few minutes were a big blur of psychedelic colors and funky music. It was nothing like Sunshine had ever seen before. Everything that was once familiar looked like it had come from another world. It filled her with sensations she had never felt and probably never would again. It made her dizzy, and a little nauseous, but somehow in a good way.

She faintly heard her uncle's voice, but she couldn't make out what he was saying. Looking in his direction, she saw that he had become two-dimensional in her vision. That alone was amusing to her, leaving her oblivious to his frantic movements and worried expression.

Eventually, she fell to the floor on her back, unaware how she came to be floating in the first place. John Dory ran to her aid, standing over her and asking if she was okay.

"Super duper, Uncle John," she giggled, rainbows still dancing in the corners of her vision.

It would've been funny if JD didn't think Branch would flip his lid over it. He helped her up and led her to the couch.

"You go ahead and sleep that off, kiddo," he said, draping a blanket over her shoulders, "then we'll see about heading home."

One look out the window, and the outside didn't look anything like home anymore. He opened the door cautiously, stepping out to find Rhonda trembling in fear under a rock, and the surrounding landscape straddling the fine line between forest and jungle. Who knew what kind of flora and fauna they were at risk of coming across and meeting their end at the hands of.

"Okay, don't panic," John said to himself, pacing back and forth, "John Dory does not panic. And this is no big deal, anyway. You and your niece just teleported yourselves to parts unknown with no idea how far we are from civilization and no means of calling for help and oh God, I'm a dead troll walking."

Wouldn't you know it, he was panicking. He'd resigned himself to the fact that he would never be perfect, but that didn't stop him from making one mistake after the other. He hadn't brought a map, and Rhonda wasn't equipped with a GPS.

Branch was going to kill him.

Then find a way to bring him back to life.

Then kill him again.

…

To be continued…

But seriously, I have no idea how exactly to proceed further into this apart from an ending. Stay tuned for when the rusty cogs in my brain decide to start turning!