Action, Adventure, Excitement, Part 8
                               Chapter 3

Subject: AAE VIII: Taz-Mania (part 1)

On Mon, 18 Mar 2002 20:13:55 -0600
Martin and/or Dhyrclhanc Said As CAoL Message # 00010817

Dhyrclhanc exits the cab and upon leaving the vehicle's confines,
immediately shoots back up to his full 21' height. Unfortunately, he
seems stuck in his current "Mushu", oriental dragon, shape.

OTOH, he seems to have kept his western dragon-style wings and his
voice is now hovering more around the Paul Robeson- and/or Keith
David-soprano(?)-range rather than the earlier, higher pitched, Eddie
Murphy-esque voice he had earlier.

While the rest of the CAoL were debating with each other as to where
best to go next, Dhyrclhanc decided to a little scouting around and
entered into a deeper part of The Forest.

As he cleared the next ridge in the forest, he could no longer see the
remainder of the group -- although his heightened Rigellian "Sense of
Perception" allowed him to still keep track of them.

He kept moving, still making sure that he could detect his compatriots
with his heightened senses, and the next thing he knew he was being
threatened by a veritable tsunami wave's worth of woodland critters of
a variety of shapes and sizes.

Feeling a strange sense of deja-vu, he tried to get the attention of
one of those rapidly passing him by...to no avail.

"'Scuze me?"

"Pardon me?"

"I don't suppose you could tell me what's going on here?"

Finally he was forced to psychically grab-ahold, with both his TK and
his Animal Empathic abilities, of a quickly passing 10-point buck.

/Say there 'Fawn Hauling', what're you all in such a hurry for?/

The animal's single-minded haste made it slippery to hold onto, in all
senses, but Dhyrclhanc was able to get something from it before it too
skittered away into the distance...

/Run for your life! Don't you know that the Tasmanian Devil is on the
loose?/

Dhyrclhanc blinked.

[The. Tasmanian. Devil.]

[Oh No.]
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Subject: AAE VIII: "Taz-Mania" (part 2)

On Mon, 18 Mar 2002 20:21:31 -0600
Martin and/or Dhyrclhanc Said As CAoL Message # 00010818

Dhyrclhanc wasn't sure how long he'd been standing there, as if in
shock, before the tornado-like doppler whine began approaching his
location.

<OOC> Insert Tasmanian Devil Sound FX here. I'm not going to begin to
try to spell any of that stuff. </OOC>

[OK. I don't even know what he could do to me but this *is* a
Toon-iverse and chances are that it'd be funnier if it did hurt so I'm
not going to take my chances. Even if I can't run at this point.]

"Steel Boats, Iron Men -- 32 down on the Robert MacKenzie!"

Nothing happened.

"Oh yeah, this _is_ the Warner-verse, after all..."

"Hocus Pocus!"

The flesh-and-blood Mushu-Dhyrclahnc was instantly replaced by a dull
silver, 21' tall, Mushu-Dhyrclhanc metalic statue.

And Taz... the Potty-Mouthed Whirlwind moved quickly through The
Forest, uprooting half the trees and causing all sorts of untold
damages but, as was the point, completely ignoring the tall, seemingly
cast metal, oriental dragon sculpture.

When Taz was gone over the next horizon, the metallic surface gloss
gradually faded away, returning everyone's favorite Lensdragon back to
normal, or as near as he was going to get in the Warner-verse.

"Gods, I forgot he was so _thick_."

At which point he felt a tapping on one of his legs, Dhyrclhanc looked
down and there was Taz.

<Belch> "You try to trick Taz. Taz not like being tricked."

Whereupon the Feral Marsupial bites down on the leg he was standing
beside and blurs into a spin as he began chowing down on everyone's
favorite Lensdragon, or at least his leg.

[Ow!]

[ I was right, darn it. I hate it when I'm right about these things.]

"ow."

"Ow!"

"OW!!"

"THAT HURTS!"

"Now Cut that out, Willya!"

The brute force of the dragon's holler blows the Tasmanian Devil
several yards away, and into a copse of bushes.

Thankfully, when Dhyrclhanc bends over to access the damage, he finds
that, even in this Toon-iverse, his healing factor still works and the
gashes inflicted but the Tazmanian Devil are quickly becoming nothing
more than angry looking welts.

"Gee whiz, what would Bugs Bunny do in a situation like this?"

Dhyrclhanc ponders this for a moment while another doppler whine hints
at the Tazmanian Devil's pending reappearance.

"Ah Ha!"

(cont')
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Subject: AAE 8: Down the rabbit...uh, never mind ;^)

On Tue, 19 Mar 2002 22:55:53 -0800
Morgan and/or Roland Said As CAoL Message # 00010820

   Roland, thoroughly singed, shook himself off much like a wet dog,
sending soot flying everywhere. "Pthuh! I used to _like_ these
cartoons..."
   "Aw, come on thport, it'th a barrel of laughth! Hoo-hoo! Hoo-hoo!"
Daffy Duck, who appeared at Roland's side as if by magic, suddenly
slammed a barrel (open on one end only, natch) over his head,
resounding against the Defender helmet with a...well...resounding
*CLANG!*
   Then monkeys started pouring out of the bottom.
   "Whoopth. Wrong barrel. Hoo-hoo!" He then zipped out of sight.

"Yeah, and monkeys might fly out -- never mind," Morgan wisely
finished.

   "Let's not go there. This _is_ a family 'toon," Roland commented
dryly as he threw off the barrel.

"Why do you think I stopped?" Morgan replied.

   "Because you're not a moron? Or a 'suuuper-genius,' for that
matter," he chuckled. Then he looked daggers at the barrel (which shot
into the wood with more resounding, in this case resounding
"THUNK!"s). "Rassm frassm 40s Daffy." He smirked in spite of himself,
however. "I have to admit, it _was_ funny, though. 'Roland Phoenix,
suuuper-genius.' Yep. I'm batting a thousand today."
   A door suddenly unfolded behind him. There was a knock. Too
surprised to stop himself, Roland got the door.
   A scraggly coyote in a business suit doffed his hat. "Pardon me.
Allow me to introduce myself. Wile E. Coyote, suuuper-genius." He
handed Roland a card, which indeed read:

------------------
| Wile E. Coyote |
|  Super-Genius  |
|PhD/MD/hiIQ/HiFi|
------------------

   "Are you a member of the union?" he asked.
   "Ex-_cuse_ me?" Roland replied, dumbfounded.
   "All super-geniuses in the greater Acme Acres area are required to
join the union if they wish to enact Devious Plots in this district,"
he explained urbanely. "It was Brain's idea," he added with a touch of
embarrassment. He handed Roland another card:

------------------
| Super-Geniuses |
|    Toon-ion    |
|   Local # 42   |
------------------

   "Yeah, I'd expect that little tyrant to pull a stunt like that.
Local 42?" Roland straight-lined.
   "Oh yes, we have the answers to everything," Wile E. replied
instantly.
   "Oy. I sure walked into _that_ one." Roland flipped a peanut into
the air. "Well, Wile E., sorry to have made you come all this way, but
I was being sarcastic."
   "Oh good! That means I can begin plotting against you!"
   Roland suppressed a smile. "Beg _pardon?_ Plot against me?"
   "Oh, certainly. That armor will be most useful in my quest for road
run--" Wile E. was cut off when the peanut fell to Earth. On top of
his head.
   Ten feet tall.

"Naaaarf," Morgan said, impressed.

   "Now you're catching on, kid," Daffy said, reappearing 'on-screen.'
"But ya can't overdo it in toonth. Obtherve." A whirling instant
later, Daffy was The Great Conductor (as with his Roger Rabbit cameo)
and began tapping a non-existent conductor's stand with his baton. He
raised both arms in a hyper-dramatic preparatory take just as Wile E.
digs himself out of the peanut.
   "Oh my. Now I'm afraid I'll have to --" Wile E. began. He had just
enough time to see Daffy poised to act, his eyes to go REALLY small,
to pop open a teeny tiny parasol over his head, and his lip to quiver.
   Daffy's arms came down. Classical (if bizarre) music began to crash
around them...as did (in rapid succession on Wile E.'s head) an anvil,
a safe, a ton of bricks, a car, a ten-ton weight, a B-52, and a
battleship.
   An older gentleman in a dark blue uniform and enough ribbon on his
chest to hold a ticker-tape parade by himself leaned out of the bridge
and shook his fist at Daffy. "Hey! You sank my battleship!"
   "Oh, that thzinking feeling...hoo-hoo! Hoo-hoo! Hoo-hoo!" Daffy
bounced all over the landscape -- literally.
   Roland chuckled for a few moments, then stopped himself and looked
grim. "Whoa. Hold it, laughing boy."
   "Huh?" Daffy came to a screeching halt ten feet in the air. "Hey,
wait a minute -- that'th the 50z me! I'm the _40z_ me!"
   "No, no, I mean _me._ I've got kidth -- rrr! KIDS to find." Roland
began to stalk off, very seriously and intently, but stopped when Bugs
(who appeared from off-screen) and Daffy recoiled in terror. "Oh,
_now_ what?"
   "Eh...ya got serious, doc. _Real_ serious. Da toonivoise don't like
dat!" Bugs said sympathetically.
   "The tooniverse can take a flying _leap_ for all I care! I've got
to find my kids. Morgan's worried sick and...and...why do I feel a
breeze under my feet all of a sudden?"
   "That'th a portal to another cartoon, kid," Daffy replied
semi-solemnly. "Thorry, bub."
   "Dat's all, folks," Bugs added.
   "Hey, th-th-that's my line!" Porky objected from off-screen.
   "yipe!" Roland yiped.
   Zip lines immediately replaced the Freelance Immortal's presence in
the Looneyverse.
   "Aw, poor kid," Daffy said, peering down the hole. "I hate lozing
fanth."
   "Eh, he'll be okay. Dis is da toonivoise, after all. Hey, Porkster,
where'd he end up, anyway?" Bugs asked.
   Porky put on a pair of glasses (Groucho-style, natch 8^) and looked
intently. The glasses immediately slipped off and fell waaaaay down.
"He's in the G-g, g-g, g-g -- uh, Wacky Races," Porky replied.
   "Oh." Daffy shook his head. "Who'd he end up ath?
   "L-l-looks like Peter Perfect."
   "Whew." Bugs sighed in relief. "Coulda been woise. Coulda been
Penelope."
   "Could've been _Dirk,_" Daffy added.

"Some things are too fundamentally wrong for even the _tooniverse_ to
consider," Morgan replied with a shudder.

   "Wanna bet, dah-ah-oh-oh my," Bugs said, going into
Gorgeous-Redhead-at-12-O'Clock mode.
   "C-c-could've been Muttley," Porky noted.
   "AAARGH!" howled up from the bottom of the hole.
   "I don't think he'th counting hiz blethingth," Daffy commented.

Morgan decided to take advantage of Bugs' sudden attention. "So, big
boy, _which_ way did you say those two little toddling disaster areas
went?" She favored him with a big smile, and the tooniversal artists
shifted her form into something more Jessica Rabbit shaped.

   "Eh, dey-dey went inta a rabbit-hole in de air, inta anudder
cartoon," Bugs replied, trying to be smooth but his Brooklyn/Bronx
accent thickening. "I didn't see which one t'ru da glowin' and stuff
gettin' blowed up." He smoothed his fur out, and as his paws moved a
tux formed on his body. "Now dat we got _dat_ part outta da way..."

"Thanks, Bugs," Morgan purred. "My husband and I _really_ appreciate
you helping us track down our babies." She gave him a kiss on the
cheek, leaving lip prints in a shade she'd never wear in any other
reality.

   Bugs' ears and tie wilted. "Dames. Whatcha gonna do?"
   Lola Bunny (from Space Jam fame) appeared to Bugs' right. "I think
I know _just_ what to do," she replied in a sultry voice, putting the
spring back in Bugs' ears and tie with a kiss that steamed up the TV
screen.

"You go, girl," Morgan chuckled as the rabbits faded off-screen. "OK,
gang, looks like we're not going to get any solid leads from here.
They could have gone just about anywhere, and they may or may not
still be looking for ways to save the Earth-just-like-momandpop." She
considers. "I've been going over their viewing logs with the house
between crisis. They've discovered the anime collection, but the house
has limited them to the mostly-G-rated stuff. They're also still
watching a lot of the kiddy stuff, but we know they're not in any of
the Warner variations anymore. Not that they couldn't double back."

She sighed. "Looks like we need to split up. Some of us check out the
retro kiddy stuff, some of us the anime...at this point, we might as
well follow our intuition or jump through random portals as anything
else. I imagine we won't find them until the tooniverse is though
having it's fun with us anyway." The Highlander smiled. "Anyone not on
the lens link might want to stick with someone who is, or open the
occasional x-window back to the Place if you need to check in or call
for backup. Any questions?"

<OOC-M: OK, you have all the direction you're going to get :-). Go
have fun! If you're worried about stepping on someone's toes you can
ask in the Green Room who else wants to go to wherever you're planning
on going, but nothing says two people can't hit variants of the same
cartoon separately. And remember, something doesn't have to have been
_primarily_ a cartoon, just have at least one animated version. This
allows all sorts of possibilities ("Star Trek" and "Lord of the Rings"
come to mind). Go play!>
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Subject: Re: AAE 8: Down the rabbit...uh, never mind ;^)

On Wed, 20 Mar 2002 00:29:02 -0800
Harlock - Bard Extraordinaire Said As CAoL Message # 00010821

>On Tue, 19 Mar 2002 22:55:53 -0800
>Morgan and/or Roland Said As CAoL Message # 00010820
>
>She sighed. "Looks like we need to split up. Some of us check out the
>retro kiddy stuff, some of us the anime...at this point, we might as
>well follow our intuition or jump through random portals as anything
>else. I imagine we won't find them until the tooniverse is though
>having it's fun with us anyway." The Highlander smiled. "Anyone not
>on the lens link might want to stick with someone who is, or open the
>occasional x-window back to the Place if you need to check in or call
>for backup. Any questions?"

Harlock wanders in from off-screen. "Ah, Morgan? Not to put a damper
on things, but the only portal I see is the one your husband..."
*shoop!* "Fell through?"

The Bard looks around at his new surroundings and sighs. [Me and my
big mouth.] He is still standing in the middle of a corridor, trying
to get his bearings, when a young man with tousled brown hair and a
(mostly) white jumpsuit spots him and reflexively grabs for a blaster.

"Hold it right there! You don't look like a Gamilon, but you're not
crew either. Who are you, and how did you get on this ship?"

"Um. My name is Harlock, and I'm not quite sure how I got on board."

The young man puts his blaster up. "Captain Harlock? Where, then, is
the 'Revenge'?"

"I'm afraid you've mistaken me for someone else, mister...?"

"Wildstar. If you're not who I think you are, then what are you doing
here?"

"Searching for a pair of...overly precocious toddlers, actually. You
haven't seen any children blowing things up with the raw power of
their mind lately, have you?"

"Hmm. Not since I saw the file footage of that little twit Akira. Then
again, we have been running into some unexplained wreckage lately."

"Oh? Do tell."

Whatever Derek was about to say is interrupted by a little red ball
with long rubber legs. "Excuse me, is this a hentai set?"

Harlock stands there, looking confused.

Derek shakes his head slightly, but the ball is still there. "No. Try
back on Earth, about 40,000 light-years that way." As the ball runs
off, Derek looks at Harlock. "What was that all about?"

"I'm not sure," responds the somewhat shaken Bard, "but I _think_ that
was the running gag."
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Subject: Re: AAE 8: Down the rabbit...uh, never mind ;^)

On Thu, 21 Mar 2002 05:28:40 -0800
Dane Said As CAoL Message # 00010824

>Morgan and/or Roland Said As CAoL Message # 00010820
>
>She sighed. "Looks like we need to split up. Some of us check out the
>retro kiddy stuff, some of us the anime...at this point, we might as
>well follow our intuition or jump through random portals as anything
>else. I imagine we won't find them until the tooniverse is though
>having it's fun with us anyway." The Highlander smiled. "Anyone not
>on the lens link might want to stick with someone who is, or open the
>occasional x-window back to the Place if you need to check in or call
>for backup. Any questions?"

/*"Hmmm. I suspect that it would be better for me to investigate the
mecha worlds. Less chance of the tooniverse and I getting into a
'disagreement'. That should include, though not exclusively, the
Transformers, and Power Rangers worlds. Anyone else?"*/ Aurora says.
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Subject: Re: AAE 8: Down the rabbit...uh, never mind ;^)

On Thu, 21 Mar 2002 09:16:21 -0800 (PST)
Rob N Said As CAoL Message # 00010825



>Dane Said As CAoL Message # 00010824
>
>/*"Hmmm. I suspect that it would be better for me to investigate the
>mecha worlds. Less chance of the tooniverse and I getting into a
>'disagreement'. That should include, though not exclusively, the
>Transformers, and Power Rangers worlds. Anyone else?"*/ Aurora says.

Rob gets an odd look on his face. "'Power Rangers' worlds? Hold on a
minute." Reaching into a pocket, he starts throwing things out.
"Baton, beets, bittern, Blade of Destiny, bomb, bracer." As he puts
the bracer on, he adds, "If I'm going to have Pockets of Stuff in this
universe, it may as well be alphabetized. Sol seven; Hotel Zebra."

The bracer chirps a six-note tune, and locks in place. Rob then
touches a stud on the side, and a section slides open, revealing a
numeric keypad.

"Four, one, one. Information on sentai-class universes, animated
subgroup..." Rob taps his foot, waiting for the results. "Right.
Gatchaman, Go-Lion, Dairugger XV, and Sei Jyushi Bismark are the most
widespread, with alternate names of 'Battle of the Planets,' 'Voltron
Lion Force,' 'Voltron Vehicle Force,' and 'Saber Rider and the Star
Sheriffs,' respectively."

"Aurora, if you'll have me, I think I can fit in reasonably well. This
toy," Rob continues, tapping the bracer, "is from a 'sentai' universe,
and adapts well to others. I can't see any problems with its being
used in an animated version, other than the possible risk of a
universe without room for a 'sixth man' in it."

"Morgan, do any of those titles come up on the twins' playlist? Or
'G-Force,' or 'Eagle Riders'?"
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Subject: Re: AAE 8: Down the rabbit...uh, never mind ;^)

On Thu, 21 Mar 2002 09:54:11 -0800
Morgan and/or Roland Said As CAoL Message # 00010826

>On Thu, 21 Mar 2002 09:16:21 -0800 (PST)
>Rob N Said As CAoL Message # 00010825
>
>"Morgan, do any of those titles come up on the twins' playlist? Or
>'G-Force,' or 'Eagle Riders'?"

Morgan smiles. "Roland's a Gatchaman fan, though I can never keep
straight which versions are the 'good' ones and which aren't. I'd be
surprised if the kids haven't seen at least one variant of it. I
usually let Daddy make the decisions about which anime is kidworthy,
though. He knows the genre better than I do."
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Subject: Re: AAE 8: Down the rabbit...uh, never mind ;^)

On Fri, 22 Mar 2002 04:24:37 GMT, In alt.callahans
Adam Liebreich-Johnsen Said As CAoL Message # 00010827

Adam, The Bass Trombone Master enters the Place and looks around. He
slaps a shekel on the counter. "Bless me, Mike," he says and while he
waits for his Blessing he wanders around. He overhears some patrons
talking about missing toddlers and conversations with cartoons. Bass
Trombone Master scoffs at this internally and heads back to the bar
for his drink. On the way he trips over a stray pun and falls through
a newly opened x-window nearly displacing another patron. As he falls
he catches a glimpse of -Bugs Bunny and Daffy Duck?- before he flies
headfirst into a hole in the ground

The walls of the hole are bands of reddish orange. Bass Trombone
Master hears a sound something like a slide guitar sliding up a scale
before he reaches the bottom of the hole and hits the ground hard.
Looking up, he sees no sign of the tunnel he just came through; only
the night sky. He is on a badly paved road. The scenery by the road
consists of simply drawn -drawn?- trees in a pattern that seems to
repeat endlessly. Looking around he spies a large green van parked on
the shoulder of the road, a wisp of smoke curling from the slightly
open passenger side window. Creeping slowly up behind the van, he
hears voices from within.

"And so then the guy said, like, 'I would have done it, too, if it
weren't for these, like, meddling kids!'" The voice is raspy and
sounds recently post-pubescent, yet it is oddly familiar. The other
occupants of the van burst into hearty laughter that echoes on the
clear night air. One of the laughs sounded dog-like. Cautiously, Bass
Bone Master knocks on the sliding door of the van. Slowly the door
slides open, revealing a group of four people and a large Great Dane.
A cloud of sweet-smelling smoke wafts out and engulfs Bass Bone
Master. "Like, who're you?" asks the tall skinny guy in the green
T-shirt with about three hairs on his chin. He is the one Bass Bone
Master heard before. The others in the van are a tall, sexy readhead,
a short, frumpy brunette, and a tall muscular blonde guy wearing an
ascot.

"My name's Adam, otherwise known as Bass Trombone Master, and It seems
I'm stranded out here. Who are you guys, and what's that you're
smoking?" Bass Bone Master sniffs the air experimentally. He spies
small cigarette-like objects in each of the people's hands and a pile
of dog biscuits in front of the Great Dane.

"Like, I'm Shaggy," the skinny guy in the green shirt says, "and this
is some stuff I, like, grow myself." He puffs his joint and exhales,
coughing slightly.

"I'm Daphne," the readhead says, adjusting her position on the floor
of the van in an alluring manner. "You want some smoke?" Bass Bone
Master shakes his head.

"I'm Velma," the other girl says, adjusting her thick glasses and
smoothing her pleated skirt.

"And I'm Fred," the guy with the ascot says. "I was an all-star
football player in high school. Are you sure you don't want some
smoke?" He holds out his joint.

Bass Bone Master is wondering what the dog's name is when the dog
opens his mouth and says, "And RI'm Rooby Rooby Roo!" Bass Bone Master
takes a startled step back.

"Wait a minute," he says. "You're Shaggy, and you're Velma, and you're
Daphne, and you're Fred. That's fine, but you're Scooby Doo! What the
hell is going on here? How can I get one of those x-windows back to
the Place? Is there anyone out here who can give me a background on
this phenomenon?" He takes another step back and shouts to the sky,
"How do I get out of this scene from Hanna-Barbara?" Seconds later, as
the portal opens beneath his feet, Bass Trombone Master remembers the
old "be careful what you wish fore" maxim. His fall is delayed, of
course, by a cartoonish ten seconds as he looks down the hole
underneath him. As he drops, he feels the sudden urge to hold up a
small wooden sign that says, "Yikes!"

His ride through the tunnel ends abruptly when he hits the floor of a
large darkened bedroom. A sultry Russian voice calls from the bed,
"Boris, darlink, I did not think you vould be back so soon. Did you
get rid of Moose and Sqvirrel already?"

Stay tuned for the next episode of "Adam, the Guy Lost in an
Unfamiliar RPG."
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Subject: Re: AAE 8: Down the rabbit...uh, never mind ;^)

On Thu, 28 Mar 2002 17:05:10 -0800
Adam Liebreich-Johnsen Said As CAoL Message # 00010836

>Adam Liebreich-Johnsen wrote on 3/21/02 8:24 PM:

Previously in the Tooniverse:
>His ride through the tunnel ends abruptly when he hits the floor of a
>large darkened bedroom. A sultry Russian voice calls from the bed,
>"Boris, darlink, I did not think you vould be back so soon. Did you
>get rid of Moose and Sqvirrel already?"
>
>Stay tuned for the next episode of "Adam, the Guy Lost in an
>Unfamiliar RPG."

"No, Natasha," Bass Trombone Master says, trying his best to sound
like Boris Badanov, "I am only back because I forgot wrist television.
How else can I contact Fearless Leader unless I have two-way wrist
television. Ah here it is." As he slips out the door and walks down
the hall Bass Trombone Master utters a quick thanks to whatever gods
sent him to watch Rocky and Bullwinkle when he was a kid. Behind him
he can hear voices coming from the closed bedroom door.

"You can come out now, darlink, he's gone," Natasha

"Geez, Natasha, didja hafta shove me in the closet so fast. I got fur
cramps." The second voice was unmistakable as that of Bullwinkle J.
Moose. Bullwinkle and Natasha? Nah... "Hey Natasha, watch me pull a
rabbit outta my hat. Nothin' up ma sleeves. Ta-da!"

"That is not a rabbit."

"No, but it's a lot more fun." Thankfully, Bass Trombone Master exits
the front door of the apartment before he can here the end of that
exchange. Outside of the apartment building the day is bright and the
sky blue. The scenery seems to shift every few minutes as though there
is no one watching the continuity. As BTM wanders down the street a
loud, authoritative voice comes from the sky.

"As Our Hero exits the small Frostbite Falls, Minnesota apartment
building, he ponders the question of how to find the twins and hook
back up with his fellow Callahanians. He looks up into the sk--" The
voice cuts off abruptly as BTM interrupts.

"Who are you? And what twins are you talking about?" BTM asks the sky.

"I'm the Narrator. I'm the one the characters in Rocky and Bullwinkle
always talk to. As for the twins..." The voice proceeds to explain the
situation as far as the Callahanians are concerned. Two twins named
Rachel and Liam, the children of Morgan and Roland, are loose in the
Tooniverse and the Callahanians must find them. Simple enough, but
then again, nothing is ever simple in a cartoon. BTM continues on,
looking for some sort of transportation to a likely place where the
twins would be.

"What I really need is a ship," BTM says out loud. "Then suddenly, Our
Hero receives inspiration from above," says the announcer. "He looks
in his backpack for a clue." BTM whacks his forehead in astonishment.
"Of course! His backpack. What a moron he is to forget that he has his
backpack on!"

"Alright, already!" BTM shouts at the Narrator. "Give it a rest." BTM
sits down on the curb and rummages through his pack. In his pack is a
pack of gum, a small model of a Y-wing he is saving for his little
brother, a laptop fiction-twister, purchased from a Man in a
Trenchcoat at the Place, two bottles of water, a copy of the Frostbite
Falls AAA guidebook(what the?), a rubber chicken, a spare tire(in the
pouch where the parachute normally fits(parachute? what the?)), a copy
of the HHGTTG, a Nelson Demille book, a couple of Xanth novels, his
bass trombone, his tenor trombone, his ukulele(how does all this stuff
fit in there?), a bicycle pump, a Canadian penny, three French hens,
two turtledoves, and a partridge in a pear tree. Those last three
really freak him out when they burst from his backpack and fly away
into the animated sky.

"How am I supposed to use any of this stuff as transportation?" Adam
asks of the sky. The Narrator is strangely silent. Suddenly a bicycle
races by and slips on the rubber chicken. The rider barely hangs on as
the bike careens out of control and runs into the partridge as it
tries to retrieve its pear tree. The bike's tire immediately goes
flat. The biker asks Bass Trombone Master if he could use his pump,
and BTM hands it over. After the biker leaves BTM with bicycle pump in
hand begins shoveling stuff back into his backpack. His eyes lock onto
the Y-wing model and the proverbial light bulb flashes over his head,
singeing his hair. Smiling, he sets to work.

"Within minutes the Y-wing model is assembled and pumped to full size
by Our Hero," the Narrator says, back again from wherever it is
Narrators go when they're not Narrating. "As he takes off into the
blue, cloud-fluffed sky, we ask you to join us for our next exciting
episode, 'Trombone, or Not Trombone,' or, 'We'll Let it Slide This
Time.'" The scene begins to fade to black.

"Wait a minute, Narrator, I'm not done yet! I still need to get into
some sort of trouble where other Callahanians can find me," BTM says
as he maneuvers the Y-wing through the air. "Give me some time."
Briefly, he wonders if the Narrator knows the Running Commentary, the
slightly less annoying relative of the Running Gag. As he ponders this
he sees an enormous portal in the sky marked by a gaudily painted sign
that reads, "THIS WAY TO WACKYLAND!" Surrounding the sign were arrows
of varying styles pointing unerringly to the portal.

Now having a six year old brother means that Bass Trombone Master
knows something about little kids and Looney Tunes. And knowing little
kids and Looney Tunes means that he knows that Wackyland is the
perfect place for twins to go because every cartoon fiction meets
there. It's kind of an "All roads lead to Rome" thing. Grinning at his
insight he dives toward the Wackyland portal. Suddenly another portal
opens in front of him and disgorges a huge gunmetal gray Klingon
Battlecruiser.

"Surrender or die!" comes a voice from the comm speaker on the
instrument panel of the Y-wing. "No can do!" yells BTM into the mic.
He dives under the Battlecruiser recognizing it as being drawn in the
Filmation style of the animated Star Trek series. Disruptor bolts eat
at his shields and it only takes three shots to eat through the highly
inferior technology. Another disruptor shot hits the starboard engine
nacelle of the Y-wing. Remarkably, BTM hears the sound of air hissing
from the Y-wing. Of course, the Y-wing is an inflated model. Darn
these toon physics!

"Surrender or die!" came the call again from the comm. "Why are these
guys so unoriginal?" mutters Bass Trombone Master as he tries to
maneuver the deflating Y-wing through the portal. He barely succeeds
and crashes to the ground in Wackyland seconds before the Klingon
Battlecruiser. He leaps out of the Y-wing before it becomes to small
for him. In front of him Klingon worriors are materializing in
transporter beams as the Battlecruiser eases in for a landing.
Suddenly he's bitten from behind. He whirls around to find a pair of
chattering teeth, a mainstay in Wackyland. Suddenly the teeth dissolve
into green smoke as a disruptor bolt hits them. Suddenly conscious of
his position BTM dives into a large warehouse with a sign that says:
"ACME CORPORATION: Nothing Says Quality Like an ACME!"

Huddled between crates marked "Portable Holes" and "Shoe Trees," Bass
Trombone Master assesses the situation and determines he's gone as far
as he can on his own. Opening an X-Window, he reaches through and
grabs his Blessing, still sitting on the counter in the Place. Closing
the X-Window he shouts to the heavens, "I could use a little help
here!" Sitting back, he sips his blessing and waits for the badly
drawn Klingons to breech the ACME warehouse.
To be continued?
=================================
Subject: Re: AAE 8: Down the rabbit...uh, never mind ;^)

On Thu, 28 Mar 2002 19:45:12 -0800
FailSafe Said As CAoL Message # 00010837

>On Thu, 28 Mar 2002 17:05:10 -0800
>Adam Liebreich-Johnsen Said As CAoL Message # 00010836
<Snipzilla Bites>
>Huddled between crates marked "Portable Holes" and "Shoe Trees," Bass
>Trombone Master assesses the situation and determines he's gone as
>far as he can on his own. Opening an X-Window, he reaches through and
>grabs his Blessing, still sitting on the counter in the Place.
>Closing the X-Window he shouts to the heavens, "I could use a little
>help here!" Sitting back, he sips his blessing and waits for the
>badly drawn Klingons to breech the ACME warehouse.
>To be continued?

The X-Window reopens,
 To show a Merilith wearing a halter top and Bracelets,
  In The Place.

"My Name is Nemisis,
  If you are willing to try a few proto-types,
   I may be able to offer some assitance..."

Placing objects one at a time on the Bar,
 Where His Blessing had been sitting.

A Small box 10cm square by 2cm thick,
 Covered with unmarked controls... ;)

"This is a Tooner,
  If you are familiar with Zanth,
   Think of it as a device with the Talant of Adaptation,
    Like one of the Older Kings.
You Might be able to Adapt one of the Portable Holes,
 To This {} set of coordinates,
  Which would take you to one of the CAoL members,
   Who are presently in the Tooniverse"

An Etch-a-Sketch,
 In place of the Knobs,
  There are thumb sized depressions, and
   A small push button in the middle of the bottom frame.

"This is a Plot Patch,
  Place your thumbs in the depressions, and
   Visualize a Scene,
    When it appears on the Display,
     Press the Button.
This only works in the Presence of a Plot Hole,
 And the Scene Must fit the Boundaries of the Hole,
  Or the Scene will not appear."

A Fountain Pen,
 She taps the end of it and it shifts to a Paint Brush.

"This is a Soft-Tool,
  Pen or Brush,
   Any Color at will"

If Bass Trombone Master does not choose to take any of them,
 She will put them away and Close the X-Window.
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Subject: Re: AAE 8: Down the rabbit...uh, never mind ;^)

On Fri, 29 Mar 2002 18:05:11 +0000
Tech Tonic Said As CAoL Message # 00010838

>Huddled between crates marked "Portable Holes" and "Shoe Trees," Bass
>Trombone Master assesses the situation and determines he's gone as
>far as he can on his own. Opening an X-Window, he reaches through and
>grabs his Blessing, still sitting on the counter in the Place.
>Closing the X-Window he shouts to the heavens, "I could use a little
>help here!" Sitting back, he sips his blessing and waits for the
>badly drawn Klingons to breech the ACME warehouse.
>To be continued?

*The box besides him, the one full of holes, slips itself open, a
small green head peeking out, the red and yellow dog head right next
to it.* "Psst! Hey, you called for help?"
*Enzo and Frisket jump out of the box with big grins, a couple of
holes being held in each hand.* "These should let us get somethign
inside those shields, if worked right....Glitch, Slingshot!"
*The little box on his wrist forms itself into a rather unique looking
slingshot. Enzo smiles and loads up the holes, ducking out of the
warehouse to fire them at the Klingon Crusier, with any luck leaving
large holes in thier shields, then ducks back inside.* "Got anything
to send through?"
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Subject: Re: AAE 8: Down the rabbit...uh, never mind ;^)

On Fri, 29 Mar 2002 09:28:15 PST
Nemo Said As CAoL Message # 00010839

>On Thu, 28 Mar 2002 17:05:10 -0800
>Adam Liebreich-Johnsen Said As CAoL Message # 00010836
>
>Huddled between crates marked "Portable Holes" and "Shoe Trees,"
>Bass Trombone Master assesses the situation and determines he's gone
>as far as he can on his own. Opening an X-Window, he reaches through
>and grabs his Blessing, still sitting on the counter in the Place.
>Closing the X-Window he shouts to the heavens, "I could use a little
>help here!" Sitting back, he sips his blessing and waits for the
>badly drawn Klingons to breech the ACME warehouse.

Back in the place, a red headed figure in a dress has been watching
the X-windows and obviously trying to make up her mind about
something.

Finally, she visibly pulls herself together, grabs her purse, and
steps thru one of the X-windows.

She stumbles a bit as she lands. She looks around and notes that the
boxes look larger. Digging out a compact, she examines herself in the
mirror.

She looks to be about 6. And is in a white blouse blue sweater and a
plaid skirt. And her purse is now a book bag.

"Great. Just great. I'm a Catholic school girl? Who writes this stuff?
At least I'm still a redhead..."

She notes her voice is much higher pitched than normal.

A light bulb appears over her head.

Brooke heads off towards the sounds of disruptor fire.

A klingon warrior turns a corner and finds himself pointing his
disruptor over the head of a little girl. He stares as she looks up at
him and says "Whatcha doing, mister?"

"Go away. I do not have time for children. Especially human children."

On cue, Brooke bursts into tears.

"You're mean! Waaaaa!

The laws of cartoon logic take over and the Klingon finds himself
kneeling down to comfort the child.

<OOC: Ok, I've got him set up for you Adam. Go ahead and nail him :-)
=================================
Subject: AAE 8: Entrance Stage Right, Exit Stage Left, Even!

On Fri, 29 Mar 2002 20:15:33 -0500
Mike Knight Said As CAoL Message # 00010840

     "Well," David remarked to Keri-Ohki as they made their way back
to the rest of the group through the city set, "I don't think the
twins are here, or we'd have heard about it by now. We're going to
have to call in the rest of the girls on this one. And the rest of the
family. It's a big tooniverse after all. Besides, they'd all clobber
me if they knew I was holding back about this. We'll just have to call
them in from our time. Let's go somewhere more comfortable though,
before making the call."
     David the Squirrely Lensman rolled up his sleeve as a huge,
glittering, rainbow, lens-shaped jewel formed on the back of his
wrist.
     @/*"Be right back, folks, gonna give a... heh, Seven sector call
out."*/@
     David took Keri-Ohki in his arms and opened an X-window into
outer space over a more realistic earth, seemingly just by glancing in
that direction. Throwing the cabbit through, the rabbit look vanished
for the true cabbit form, which spun and spiked out to make a ship
similar to Ryo-Ohki, though colored more like Ken-Ohki.
     David took a deep breath and held it, then ran at the portal. He
slammed into it like it was a wall and fell onto his back. Sitting up,
he burst out laughing.
     "I give up, you win, Tooniverse, I wasn't expecting that at all."
     There's a soft chuckle from everywhere, then a sudden rush of
wind into the portal. David just had time to grab a lungful of air
before he was flung through the portal, which closed behind him.
     Entering this new universe, his form changed to that of a human
of a bit less than thirty years with a minbari crest and no eyebrows,
though still composed of ink and paint. His jacket and other attire
again resembled that of the Galactic Patrol, as did his third-stage
lens. Keri-Ohki snagged him with a tractor beam and pulled him inside
the safety of the ship.
     "Ah, much better," David said flopping down in the hovering
control chair in the center of the circular domed room that functioned
as Keri-Ohki's control room. "We'll bring everyone here so they can
get used to the idea of being ink and paint instead of throwing them
in the deep end."
     ^Inyu, Zora, Mom, Dad, Sisters, Cousin, Niece, you all busy? Aunt
Morgan and Uncle Roland's twins are missing in the tooniverse, we
checked their entry point, but lost them from there, so we're just
canvasing the whole place at the point and need all the hands we can
spare.^
     Inyu and Walkabout were sitting in one of the Seven family's
holodecks, discussing physics. ^I just told Walkabout, we'll be right
there, David.^
     Zora and Bernice were shopping in a street bazaar for dinner.
Well, Zora was shopping for dinner, Bernice was looking at clothes.
^We're coming, have Walkabout pick us up on the way.^
     From Flarn, David saw darkness, and a face talking in whispers.
^My heart goes out to them, but my duty as a ranger must come first
and this is an important informant with vital information on Centauri
Prime.^
     ^It's okay, Mom.^
     Dad was staring balefully at a thirty-five year old,
olive-skinned figure in a black suit, with short, ash brown/black hair
and a neat goatee, seated opposite him. Next to the man in black was a
scruffy-looking non-traditional student of about the same age, in
tattered brown tweed jacket, moth-eaten brown sweater vest, dirty
olive and threadbare brown slacks with slip-on brown shoes that hadn't
seen polish since they were bought in the store, cheap wire-frame
glasses helping watery brown eyes to see better from their setting in
his ruddy, puffy, stubbly face, his mousy, oily light brown hair in a
pony tail. ^Oh hell, son, the Dean of PS&I couldn't have picked a
worse time to introduce some 'cunning plan' to increase his
department's budget at the university's expense. I'll come along quick
as I can, but this may take all day. More if it was thought up by his
student intern there, the man hasn't advanced from freshmen since he
came here ten years ago. He wouldn't know a cunning plan if it danced
a jig in front of him wearing a placard that said 'cunning plan' with
an arrow drawn to point at it.^
     David mentally winced in sympathy. ^The perils of being the
Archdean. Don't give in to 'em, Dad, just remember he's Mr. Bean's
evil twin and his lackey can be bribed with a turnip.^
     Grep paused in her current tai chi kata long enough to reply, ^I
will arrive shortly.^
     Melissa clicked the 'send' button, forwarding her idea to
alt.solace.net.a.i. then thought back ^I'll just get my jacket.^
     Molly had her arm around Tiara in the small theater where they
were watching Kenneth Branaugh beat himself up in _The_One_. ^We'll be
there, little brother.^
     Anna ran after Finn, already at the castle gate, lifting the
mammoth metal construct from where it had fallen, blocking their path.
^Sorry, Cousin, I can't let this little Voldemort worshipper get
away.^
     David nodded, ^Say hi to Harry for me.^
     Tink was already strapping on her Pokemon belt. ^Coming, little
uncle.^
     Tink was the first to arrive, followed by Grep, Melissa, Molly,
Tiara, then Inyu, Zora, Walkabout and Bernice as a group. All turned
to ink and paint as they came through, most took on an animeish
twinge, though for anime it was quite realistically drawn and faithful
to the original three-dimensional shapes and features. David nodded
and opened an X-window, this time inside the ship, just as Morgan got
her lead on the twins.

>On Tue, 19 Mar 2002 22:55:53 -0800
>Morgan and/or Roland Said As CAoL Message # 00010820
>
>She sighed. "Looks like we need to split up. Some of us check out the
>retro kiddy stuff, some of us the anime...at this point, we might as
>well follow our intuition or jump through random portals as anything
>else. I imagine we won't find them until the tooniverse is though
>having it's fun with us anyway." The Highlander smiled. "Anyone not
>on the lens link might want to stick with someone who is, or open the
>occasional x-window back to the Place if you need to check in or call
>for backup. Any questions?"

     Tink piped up from the anime-ish side of the X-window. "I'll
check the Pokemon-universes. Between Porygon and I, we should be able
to hunt for any sign of them on the computer networks. I can't check
them all though, so if someone else has an inkling they're there,
follow through, don't think I've got it covered. If you want to let me
know you already looked in a universe, just hit an internet cafe and
post a message to alt.pikachu.zap.zap.zap."
     "G.I. Joe might be a possibility," Melissa suggested, "I can
check the various iterations of that cartoon for them."
     "Those universes are often part of the Transformers universes,"
Walkabout advised, "I believe someone is planning a visit to the
latter, I would like to go along to coordinate our efforts so as not
to check the same place twice."
     Melissa nodded, "Walkabout the Autobot meet Rob and Aurora,
you'll be going with them. Use the family frequency to update me since
you're not on the lens link, Walk."
     Molly offered, "We'll check the He-Man universes."
     "And She-Ra," Tiara added.
     Molly looked vaguely appalled, "You watched She-Ra?" Tiara gave
her a sour look.
     "Inyu, Zora," Grep said, tapping a small pencil against a notepad
she's been writing on since she arrived, "I may require your
assistance. I have compiled a list of universes that are within the
limits Aunt Morgan suggested, but I am not readily adaptable to some
of them."
     The Gelfling and the Zora walked over and looked at the list the
often-cold-seeming woman had made.
     "Smurfs, Snorks, Garfield and Friends, Scooby Doo, Yogi Bear, the
Pink Panther," Melissa read over her sister's shoulder. "Grep, I
didn't know you watched cartoons."
     "I watched them with David when he was a toddler. David, may I
also borrow Keri-Ohki for this list?"
     David nodded, standing up and gesturing to the chair. "Inyu is an
excellent pilot, by the way, she and Keri-Ohki work very well
together."
     "Aw," Bernice cooed in David's ear as she wrapped an arm around
him, in reaction to which Walkabout seemed to bristle, transforming
out of her cycle form as she stood up. "How cute. Well, I guess that
just leaves you and me, handsome, let's go through the portal so
everyone else can get started."
     "A fine idea," Walkabout said, guiding David away from Bernice
and through the portal. Passing through the gateway into the
Looniverse, she suddenly transformed into a motorcycle, but this time
with headlight eyes and a larger headlight mouth. David reverted to
his squirrel form.
     Bernice said from behind David, her voice demuring, "Hey David...
is this... normal?"
     David turned to look and found himself facing the midriff of a
fox version of Minerva Minx, the self-centered, shallow,
furry-inspired, white (with blonde hair) mink of Tiny Toons fame.
Naturally, when faced with this sort of thing, the tooniverse demands
a reaction shot.
     David's jaw dropped and his tongue rolled out onto the ground
like a red carpet, his eyes turned into huge pink hearts. Bernice's
fox tail curled around and tickled him under the chin, and David
systematically went to pieces.
     Bernice smiled and sat down sidesaddle on the motorcycle
Walkabout. "Now if I could just get that reaction when we're at home."
     Walkabout muttered, "Get off me, Bernice."
     Tink giggled, "Okay, we're off. Good luck everyone," and the
x-window closed, leaving Walkabout, Bernice and David with the CAoL.
     David pulled himself together, literally, then took Bernice's
hand and pulled her to her feet. "Okay, we're going to head for a
Rocky and Bullwinkle universe and start there-"
     With a ZIP! a black squirrel version of David was in his arms.
     "Hello, again, David," Devon snarled.
     Pepe stood next to the rest of the group, looking angry,
"Monsieur, unhand my woman or prepare to face ze consequences."
     "Let's see you get out of this one," Devon muttered, then planted
a huge kiss on David's lips.
     David spluttered, then vigorously tossed Devon into the air, "My
bad, Pepe, I didn't know she was taken, she's all yours."
     Pepe caught Devon and held him at arms length, "Reunited again,
dahling!"
     "Devon?" Bernice asked quietly.
     Devon grabbed Pepe and hurled him off camera, then turned to
David, eyes red and fire erupting around him. David looked shocked and
was opering a portal when Devon leapt on him, hands at David's throat.
A cloud of dust arose obscuring them.
     Breaching the barrier of the portal, the view changed from
Frostbite Falls to a CGI hostile alien planet with rivers of lava.
David returned to a CGI version of himself, Devon taking the form of
his almost identical twin, the black lensman uniform, Romulan ears and
forehead with otherwise human features clearly visible.
     Bernice leapt after them, her several-inch high heel falling off
as it didn't quite make it through the portal before it closed.
     Walkabout squealed to a halt in front of the fallen shoe as it
struck the ground. Her CB radio crackled, David's voice ringing
through, "I'm okay, guys, go look for the kids. Devon's my problem,
and Bernice is here to help just in case. You know the drill, just
like with Uncle Roland, its personal, we'll head for Frostbite Falls
after losing Devon again. Whoops, gotta go."
     Walkabout sighed with relief. "I was just about to start
worrying. Bernice would probably get them mixed up and shoot the wrong
one, but if David says he is okay, he is. Let's roll out?"
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Subject: Re: AAE 8: Down the rabbit...uh, never mind ;^)

On Sat, 30 Mar 2002 13:01:05 -0800
Adam Liebreich-Johnsen Said As CAoL Message # 00010841

on 3/28/02 9:08 PM, FailSafe wrote:
>"This is a Tooner,
>If you are familiar with Zanth,
>Think of it as a device with the Talant of Adaptation,
>Like one of the Older Kings.
>You Might be able to Adapt one of the Portable Holes,
>To This {} set of coordinates,
>Which would take you to one of the CAoL members,
>Who are presently in the Tooniverse"

Bass Trombone Master gratefully accepts the Tooner from Nemisis and
thanks here. "This should come in handy. If you ever need anything,
let me know." Nemisis nods and closes the X-window. BTM thinks for a
moment. "Now for something to adapt." The light bulb flashes above his
head again. "The portable holes!" He grabs the Tooner and a portable
hole from the crate. He places the hole in front of him and fiddles
with the knobs, hoping to create a shielded portal. The hole shimmers
and adapts into........... a banana.

"A banana? What the heck?" he kicks the banana which rolls into a
crate of Singing Swords. The crate disappears. "Whoa! I adapted the
hole into a weapon that eliminates objects. That's not good." BTM
fiddles with the knobs of the Tooner again. This time he succeeds in
adapting the portable hole into a one-way shielded window. He
stretches the window to an enormous size and slaps it onto the wall of
the warehouse. The Klingons see Bass Trombone Master through the hole.

"There is the Human! Fire!" the Klingon Sergeant calls to his troops.
Disruptor blasts impact the shielded hole, but do not penetrate. Oddly
enough, outside the warehouse, BTM sees...

on 3/29/02 10:26 AM, Brooke wrote:
>On cue, Brooke bursts into tears.
>
>"You're mean! Waaaaa!
>
>The laws of cartoon logic take over and the Klingon finds himself
>kneeling down to comfort the child.

Bass Trombone Master says, "If only I had a way to take advantage of
this distracted Klingon warrior." He turns around and nearly trips
over a long weapon case on the floor. Stamped on the side is: "ACME
Nev-R-Fail Rapid-Fire AX-570 Anvil Cannon*" Lower on the case in
smaller print is stamped: "*Not Recommended for Use By Coyotes!" BTM,
not believing his luck, pops open the case--noting the large gauge on
the side of the cannon that reads "F"--and takes out the cannon. He
shoulders it, sights on the kneeling Klingon through the ACME
Night-Vision-O-Matic scope, and squeezes the large trigger. The recoil
nearly sends him to the other side of the warehouse, but the anvil
flies true, exiting through the one way shielded hole and landing
squarely on the Klingon next to the little girl. Filmation
ink-and-paint flies everywhere, but none falls on the little girl.

"(&$#(*&)(!)(*($)&)!" the Klingon mutters as he stumbles around. He is
as flat as a pancake with his large feet protruding past his flattened
body. Suddenly he stops moving, and BTM can tell that the Klingon is
dead. But no one dies in this portion of the Tooniverse. Something is
wrong. The inviolate little girl wanders off to perform more mischief
while Bass Trombone Master turns to inventory this little segment of
the warehouse. He notices the crate of portable holes has popped open.
"I thought I closed that," he mutters.

on 3/29/02 10:18 AM, Tek Tonic wrote:
>*The box besides him, the one full of holes, slips itself open, a
>small green head peeking out, the red and yellow dog head right next
>to it.* "Psst! Hey, you called for help?"
>*Enzo and Frisket jump out of the box with big grins, a couple of
>holes being held in each hand.* "These should let us get somethign
>inside those shields, if worked right....Glitch, Slingshot!"
>*The little box on his wrist forms itself into a rather unique
>looking slingshot. Enzo smiles and loads up the holes, ducking out of
>the warehouse to fire them at the Klingon Crusier, with any luck
>leaving large holes in thier shields, then ducks back inside.* "Got
>anything to send through?"

Bass Trombone Master smiles and hefts the Anvil Cannon. "Actually, yes
I do. Thanks Enzo and Frisket." BTM aims carefully through the portal
at the holes in the Klingon Battlecruiser's shields. He hardly moves
with the recoil now that he is used to it. He keeps pulling the
trigger until the gauge on the cannon clicks to "E". the anvils fly
the hole on the shields. BTM, who is expecting the iron anvils to
cause little damage to the duranium hull of the Klingon ship, is
surprised when large portions of the hull erupt into flame. On anvil
severs the neck of the ship where the command pod is attached. Just
like that the Klingon ship is down. Still more Klingons come. Suddenly
BTM feels the cold metal of a disruptor nozzle on his neck.

"Prepare to die, Human," a cold, highly accented Klingon voice
whispers in his ear. BTM whirls around and faces the warrior, falling
back on his rear as he does so. "Why can't I just find something
that'll take care of this," he mutters as he prepares to face death.
Behind the warrior, BTM can see the hole the Klingon cut through the
warehouse walls. BTM can feel something near his hand. As the Klingon
aims his disruptor, BTM picks up the object, which turns out to be a
large wooden hammer. As he brings the hammer to bear, he accidentally
triggers a small button on the handle. The end of the hammer flips up
and a large boxing glove on a telescoping lattice flies out and hits
the Klingon square on the nose. The warrior flies back through the air
and impacts the ground. As he slides back he digs himself into the
ground until finally he is under a mound of earth, complete with
tombstone and daisy.

Bass Trombone Master slams a new clip into the Anvil Cannon and slings
itover his shoulder with its patented ACME Shoulder Sling. He quickly
adaptsone of the Portable Holes into a Plot Hole and reaches into it
and pulls outa large pistol. Sticking the pistol into his waistband,
he beckons for Enzoand Frisket to follow him. "I'm going to take care
of the Klingons. You guyscan come along if you want." He exits the
warehouse, noting the slogan onthe sign outside has changed to, "ACME:
The Choice of Every AmericanCoyote."
TBC?
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Subject: Re: AAE 8: Down the rabbit...uh, never mind ;^)

On Sun, 31 Mar 2002 02:39:58 +0000
Tech Tonic Said As CAoL Message # 00010842

>Bass Trombone Master slams a new clip into the Anvil Cannon and
>slings it over his shoulder with its patented ACME Shoulder Sling. He
>quickly adapts one of the Portable Holes into a Plot Hole and reaches
>into it and pulls out a large pistol. Sticking the pistol into his
>waistband, he beckons for Enzo and Frisket to follow him. "I'm going
>to take care of the Klingons. You guys can come along if you want."
>He exits the warehouse, noting the slogan on the sign outside has
>changed to, "ACME: The Choice of Every American Coyote."
>TBC?

"Alpha numeric!" enzo exclaims, Picking up a hole,a and stuffing
several more into ti for later use, along with some of the other props
that are lying around, they may prove useful "C'mon Frisket, this guy
knows what hes doin, it looks like fun!" *he jumps astride his dog and
follwos after, grabbing a spare mallet, just in case.*
=================================
Subject: Re: AAE 8: Down the rabbit...uh, never mind ;^)

On Sun, 31 Mar 2002 06:53:15 PST
Nemo Said As CAoL Message # 00010843

>On Sat, 30 Mar 2002 13:01:05 -0800
>Adam Liebreich-Johnsen Said As CAoL Message # 00010841
>
>"(&$#(*&)(!)(*($)&)!" the Klingon mutters as he stumbles around. He
>is as flat as a pancake with his large feet protruding past his
>flattened body. Suddenly he stops moving, and BTM can tell that the
>Klingon is dead. But no one dies in this portion of the Tooniverse.
>Something is wrong. The inviolate little girl wanders off to perform
>more mischief while Bass Trombone Master turns to inventory this
>little segment of the warehouse. He notices the crate of portable
>holes has popped open. "I thought I closed that," he mutters.

Brooke picks up the disruptor the Klingon dropped and drops it in her
book bag, and then goes skipping off in search of more fun.

Suddenly, in mid skip, her figure shimmers and vanishes.

She finds herself in a transporter room, obviously on the USS
Enterprise, given that she's facing Captain Kirk and Mister Spock,
with Scotty at the controls.

"It's all right, we've saved you from the Klingons..." says Kirk.

Brooke gives him a long suffering look.

"I wasn't aware that I needed saving, Captain."

Spock's eyebrow raises.

"But as long as I'm here, would you be a dear and scan for a pair of
children?" She rattles off a description of the twins, including
"unusual energy signatures". (Duh!)

Kirk is still trying to switch gears "sweet little girl who needs
rescuing" to "she's *not* what she appears to be".

Spock merely starts a scan.

"No such entities are within range of our scans, miss. But there is an
energy trail that may have been left by such. It ends at one of the
spatio-temporal discontinuities that abound in this place."

Brooke curtseys. "Thank you Mr. spack. If you'd be send me there, I'd
appreciate it."

She turns to Kirk, who is about to start spluttering.

"Do give my regards to cousin Trelayne if you see him again, Captain."

As she vanishes in transporter sparkle, Brooke reflects that Zia was
right. Audacity *will* get you thru the strangest situations.
=================================
Subject: AAE 8: From one Hot Seat to Another <g>

On Sun, 31 Mar 2002 11:26:46 -0800
Roland X Said As CAoL Message # 00010844

   "YAAAAAHH!"
   Roland fell. It seemed like he fell for ages.
   OTOH, it was really only enough time for the Wacky Races audience
to do a long, slow take as their eyes followed him down into Peter
Perfect's car (not to mention body 8^).
   *THOOM*
   The ground shook. The audience was flung into the air. They landed,
unruffled, back into their seats, exactly as they were before they
were launched.
   [Whoa. That was...] Roland looked into the reflection of the Turbo
Terrific's windshield...and at the jaw like a continental shelf he was
now sporting. [...weird?]
   "YAAAAAHH!"
   *BOOM*
   "Drat and double drat!" echoed in the distance, along with some
familiar disgruntled muttering.
   "Looks like you'll have to 'drop in' later," the announcer, ah,
announced, with a completely "straight" voice.
   "Oh, no..." Roland sighed.
   BOIIING! An ejector seat (on a long spring) shot Roland back into
the air (while Peter's body remained firmly attached to the chair).
   "YAAAAAHH!"
   Meanwhile, in the Warner-verse...

   As Morgan looked around at folx heading off in different
directions, debating where she should go herself, a toon hole opened
up next to her, and Roland came flying out (and up!).
   "YAAAAAHH!" Roland stopped in mid-air, seated in a "pondering"
position. "You know, I think I'm getting stuck in a rut here."

Morgan put her hand on Roland's arm. "Hunny?"

   Roland looked at her hand in stunned alarm. "Oh, no..."

BOTH were yanked up in the air, Morgan's arm strrrretching long enough
for her to do a take at the camera before it "bungeed" and her body
followed.

"YAAAAAHH!" both voices cried as they shot up into the air, finally
vanishing into the clouds.

   A few moments later, they both *CLANG*ed into a passing jet. Each
had a "fuzzy lighting" moment.

"What happened?" Morgan asked, slightly dazed.

   "You interrupted a toon 'silly interrupt' moment. I guess you got
pulled along for the ride as a result. Looks like the 'gorgeous
redhead' defense only goes so far..." Roland explained, also dazed
himself. "Hey, where are the whirlies?"

Morgan gave him a "huh?" look.

   "Tweeting birds, spinning stars, that sort of thing." Morgan nodded
in comprehension.
   When they shook their heads clear, they saw that their situation
had changed dramatically. Literally.
   Roland was in a blue-and-white "bird" costume, with a heroic
physique slightly thinner than his own. On his chest he bore an odd
bird's head symbol with a sort of arrow on the bottom, all in red. His
white helmet had a distinct "raptor" look, with a blue-tinted eagle's
beak as the visor. His cape was also wing-like, white with red lining.
More distressingly, he was drawn anime-style.

Morgan was similarly attired, albeit in white and dark pink, with a
miniskirt, the same red accents, and long white boots and gloves. Her
cape was identical to Roland's, only shorter. Her helmet had a flatter
visor, tinted yellow.

"I know that's my husband in that body, but...who are you? For that
matter," she added, looking down at herself, "who am _I?_"

   Roland/Ken's face split into a broad grin. "We're Ken and Jun! Or
Mark and Princess, depending on what version we're in. This is
Gatchaman!"

"Got _what?" Morgan asked, perplexed. "Or is that another one of those
'pocket monster' things?"

   Roland scowled furiously. "NO. Not Gatcha_mon,_ Gatcha_man._ OR
Battle of the Planets, OR G-Force. Thank all the Gods that I kept the
twins away from Eagle Riders." The scowl vanished. "I grew up on this
as a kid. It was one of the first superhero anime teams. I even have
the '94 OVA..." He looked at his costume in mild confusion. "...which
I seem to be dressed as. Instead of blue gloves and super-boots,
everything seems...attached." He considered for a moment, and held out
his hand. A flick of the wrist later, Ken/Mark's bird-a-rang was in
his hand. His smile broadened. "The important things are the same,
though."
   "Mark, Jun, when you're done necking back there," a surly voice
said on the speaker, "we've got something on the viewscreen you'll
want to see."

^I thought you said it was _Ken/Jun_ or _Mark/Princess,_^ Morgan sent,
further confused.

   ^They've seen a bunch of different versions,^ Roland sent back,
mildly boggled himself. ^Their toddler minds must've amalgamated it
all somehow.^ "Be right there, _Captain_ Jason," he quipped, letting
"Mark" take over briefly so he knew what name to use. "Jun,"
meanwhile, was blushing, a fact Morgan seemed completely oblivious to.
^We'd better see what's wrong. Anime drama worlds are a lot less
forgiving than most toons.^
   OOC: Okay, anyone who wants to join in the Gatcha-fun, feel free to
jump in! 8^) Don't feel any need to "Quantum Leap" like Roland's been
doing (and Morgan is to humor her RL hubbie <g>), and the threat's
been left fairly vague so folx can add to the plot as they wish. Have
fun!
=================================
Subject: Re: AAE 8: From one Hot Seat to Another <g>

On Mon, 1 Apr 2002 21:45:57 -0600
Martin and/or Dhyrclhanc Said As CAoL Message # 00010845

On Sun, 31 March 2K2, Roland X and/or Morgan Said

<Dastardly-and-Mutley-sized snip>
;^)

>   ^They've seen a bunch of different versions,^ Roland sent back,
>mildly boggled himself. ^Their toddler minds must've amalgamated it
>all somehow.^ "Be right there, _Captain_ Jason," he quipped, letting
>"Mark" take over briefly so he knew what name to use. "Jun,"
>meanwhile, was blushing, a fact Morgan seemed completely oblivious
>to. ^We'd better see what's wrong. Anime drama worlds are a lot less
>forgiving than most toons.^

By the time that Mark/Ken/Roland and Princess/June/Morgan got up to
the front of the Phoenix's cockpit, they were met with... well...
calling the faces concerned didn't exactly cut it.

<Swallow>* just looked annoyed, while <Owl>* was furtively looking
over the craft's sensor readings and Jason looked like he was
furtively searching for something that he could blow out of the sky.

<Owl>* fiddled with some controls and announced, "I was sure that we
had found something _Big_ on the sensors, but now there's nothing."

"Just find the thing." said Jason as he flipped the plastic safety
cover on and off the missile ignition button.

<Swallow>* looked back at the two of them, said something
unintelligible just loud enough for the rest of them to tell it was a
complaint and them went beack to sulking in a corner of the huge
vehicle's control cabin.

*<OOC> I'll let Roland insert the actual names he wants to use when he
gets the chance </OOC>

<insert Mark/Roland's and June/Morgan's responses here>

/I did not expect to see you two here, Sibs./ sent a familiar yet
some-how younger voice into the back of the Freelance Immortals'
minds.

/Then again, I will bet that you were not expecting to see _me_
either. };=8D/ /Give me a moment to drop this mental SEP field./ and
the line of communication was severed.

Suddenly, <Owl>* stood straight up in alarm, pointing at the sensor
read-outs in front of him.

"It's back and it's right above us!"

At which point a long shadow was cast over the aircraft's nose and
Jason craned his neck to look above them.

<Swallow>* just made a dismissive noise and turned his head away from
the viewscreen.

"Ahoy craft." came Dhyrclhanc's mental voice, transmitted over the
speakers. "I am Dhyrclhanc, a Grey Lensman, a Dragon actually, but you
can probably tell that by now. May I offer any assistance?"

_This_ was what finally got <Swallow's>* attention.
=================================
Subject: Re: AAE 8: From one Hot Seat to Another <g>

On Mon, 01 Apr 2002 21:25:18 -0800
Roland X Said As CAoL Message # 00010846

>On Mon, 1 Apr 2002 21:45:57 -0600
>Dhyrclhanc Said As CAoL Message # 00010845
>
>By the time that Mark/Ken/Roland and Princess/June/Morgan got up to
>the front of the Phoenix's cockpit, they were met with... well...
>calling the faces concerned didn't exactly cut it.
>
>Jinpei just looked annoyed, while Tiny was furtively looking over the
>craft's sensor readings and Jason looked like he was furtively
>searching for something that he could blow out of the sky.

   Mark laid a hand on Jason's shoulder. "Easy, old friend."
   Jason smiled. It couldn't be called a pleasant smile, even by the
most charitable. "I'll take it easy when the damn Galactor show
themselves."
   "Language, Jason," a familiar voice echoed from the speakers.
   Roland/Mark blinked rather loudly. [The classic Gatchaman
Joe-as-Jason...and 7-Zark-7. In the same universe. Ye Ghods, as my sib
would say.]

>Tiny fiddled with some controls and announced, "I was sure that we
>had found something _Big_ on the sensors, but now there's nothing."
>
>"Just find the thing." said Jason as he flipped the plastic safety
>cover on and off the missile ignition button.

   "Ja-sooon..." Mark warned.

>Jinpei looked back at the two of them, said something unintelligible
>just loud enough for the rest of them to tell it was a complaint and
>them went beack to sulking in a corner of the huge vehicle's control
>cabin.
>
>*<OOC> I'll let Roland insert the actual names he wants to use when
>he gets the chance </OOC>

   OOC-R: Happy to help, sib. <eg>

   "Hey, sis," Jinpei stage-whispered, "was Jason right?"

"Jun" pulled down the lower lid on one eye and stuck her tongue out
with a "nyah" sound, in classic anime style. ^Did I do that right?^
she sent playfully to Roland.

   As Jinpei boggled, "Mark" stuffed down a chuckle. ^Perfectly, my
love. I don't think Jun's ever _done_ that, mind you...^ he looked
over at Jason, who was eyeing the two of them suspiciously. ^Oh great,
Batman Jr. has his paranoia on full. Hold on.^
   "Jason, remember how we brought down Renjira?"
   Jason, slightly mollified, nodded slowly.
   "Good. Man the missile controls. Jun, on scanners, I want to know
the moment we catch any sign of an anomaly."

"Roger," Jun replied, heading for her station.

   Jason, further mollified by Mark acting bossy, returned to his own
station, the surly "bad boy" smile returning.
   "Tiny, take us around, 90 degrees to-"

>/I did not expect to see you two here, Sibs./ sent a familiar yet
>some-how younger voice into the back of the Freelance Immortals'
>minds.

   /Dhyrclhanc?!/ They responded in stereo.

>/Then again, I will bet that you were not expecting to see _me_
>either. };=8D/
>/Give me a moment to drop this mental SEP field./ and the line of
>communication was severed.

^Oh, 'Batman' is gonna _love_ this,^ Morgan sent with wicked
anticipation.

   Before "Mark" could respond...

>Suddenly, Tiny stood straight up in alarm, pointing at the sensor
>read-outs in front of him.
>
>"It's back and it's right above us!"
>
>At which point a long shadow was cast over the aircraft's nose and
>Jason craned his neck to look above them.

   "Rrr!" Jason growled, working his targeting systems with blinding
speed.
   "STAND DOWN!" Mark roared, and Jason halted in mid-blur...for the
moment.

>Jinpei just made a dismissive noise and turned his head away from the
>viewscreen.
>
>"Ahoy craft." came Dhyrclhanc's mental voice, transmitted over the
>speakers. "I am Dhyrclhanc, a Grey Lensman, a Dragon actually, but
>you can probably tell that by now. May I offer any assistance?"
>
>_This_ was what finally got Jinpei's attention.

   "A Grey Lens-dragon looks more like it," Jason quipped. Sotto voce,
he added, "I've got a missile lock right on the gray lens in his
forehead, boss man. You want me to send him to meet his ancestors?"
   Mark smiled. "Not quite yet, Jason. Let's see how this plays out
first. Jun?"

"Well, none of his technology is of Spectra origin," Jun replied.
"And...I have a good feeling about him."

   Jinpei shrugged (still thrown by his "sister's" odd behavior
earlier). "That makes him one of the good guys...right?"
   "Well...we should be careful, but Jun's never let us down before,"
Tiny put in.
   Jason merely grunted. (Coming from Jason, that was a good sign. 8^)
   "Well met, ah, 'Darklance.' We're looking for a paired energy
anomaly that appeared at a recent Spectra attack site..."
   /...yep, they've been here,/ Roland noted, as he let Mark explain
G-Force's latest mission...
=================================
Subject: Re: AAE 8: From one Hot Seat to Another <g> (LONG)(Sorry!)

On Wed, 3 Apr 2002 23:41:02 -0600
Martin and/or Dhyrclhanc Said As CAoL Message # 00010847

>On Mon, 01 April 2K2, Roland X Said
>>Dhyrclhanc Said
>>
>>Tiny fiddled with some controls and announced, "I was sure that we
>>had found something _Big_ on the sensors, but now there's nothing."
>>
>>"Just find the thing." said Jason as he flipped the plastic safety
>>cover on and off the missile ignition button.

<OOC> repeatedly, I should've added <shrug> </OOC>

>>Jinpei looked back at the two of them, said something unintelligible
>>just loud enough for the rest of them to tell it was a complaint and
>>them went beack to sulking in a corner of the huge vehicle's control
>>cabin.
>>
>>*<OOC> I'll let Roland insert the actual names he wants to use when
>>he gets the chance </OOC>
>
>   OOC-R: Happy to help, sib. <eg>

<OOC>
No.

Thank _you_.

<g>
</OOC>

>>/I did not expect to see you two here, Sibs./ sent a familiar yet
>>some-how younger voice into the back of the Freelance Immortals'
>>minds.
>
>   /Dhyrclhanc?!/ They responded in stereo.

<OOC> LOL!! </OOC>

All the "Quantum Leaped" Freelance Immortals get in reply to their
expression of obvious surprise is the mental impression of a proud
grin and then a bow.

>   "A Grey Lens-dragon looks more like it," Jason quipped. Sotto
>voce, he added, "I've got a missile lock right on the gray lens in
>his forehead, boss man. You want me to send him to meet his
>ancestors?"
>
>   Mark smiled. "Not quite yet, Jason. Let's see how this plays out
>first. Jun?"
>
>"Well, none of his technology is of Spectra origin," Jun replied.
>"And...I have a good feeling about him."

<OOC> Err... Ahh... Sib? Not that it's really _that_ important, but
are we going with _Spectra_ or _Galactor_? I wouldn't think that we
could do both, but it's up to you. And yes, I've got the '94 OAV, too.
<OT> I also just got a copy of the recent "Vampire Hunter D" OAV.
Kawaii! Appropos of nothing, of course. </OT></OOC>

>   "Well met, ah, 'Darklance.' We're looking for a paired energy
>anomaly that appeared at a recent Spectra attack site..."

<OOC> Who said this? Mark or Jason? </OOC>

>   /...yep, they've been here,/ Roland noted, as he let Mark explain
>G-Force's latest mission...

" 'Spectra', you say," Dhyrclhanc replies over the Phoenix's internal
sound system, which Roland energy senses can tell is via the use of
his "cyber-psi" abilities.

In fact, by now the Lensdragon's
"possession-is-nine-tenths-of-the-law" adopted siblings have been able
to get a good look at him, albeit along with the rest of the members
of "G-Force".

They'll also recognize, unlike their compatriots, that this is
definetly a younger version from the one that they're normally used to
working along side of.

From all appearences, in fact, this is the (a ?) slightly larger (?!),
closer to 40-foot-long (?) Ruby Fire Dragon Hatchling Lensman that
they knew from the time between the CAoL was on Oa and on Quarren.

"I cannot say that I have heard of him, or them, for that matter. I am
here on your planet investigating rumors that the Boskone; a band of
interstellar narcotics-runners and pirates that I work in opposition
to, is operating a cell here."

"I wonder if it sound possible, or even likely that your group and
mine may have pooled their resources?"

<pause>

"Come to speak of it, would it possible for us to find a place to land
and speak of these things face-to-face?"

"I am obviously too large to fit in your aircraft and I find it
somewhat disserting, if not outright discourteous, to be speaking to
you, especially on such subjects, without being able to see your
faces."
=================================
Subject: AAE 8: To infinity, or thereabouts...

On Sat, 13 Apr 2002 12:27:22 -0700 (PDT)
Rob N Said As CAoL Message # 00010848

/Roland, Morgan, DC...I think you have that area under control. I'm
going to take a look around some other tooniverses./

Slipping the bracer off his wrist, Rob returns it to his pocket and
considers his options. "Heroic locations where children would go.
There's got to be someplace that we haven't looked yet." Then a hole
opens up under him, dropping him into...

----

"Oooooo."

Rob's eyes open to meet twenty-one eyes. The seven green-skinned
aliens look at him. "Greetings, sir. Are you here to rescue us? We
have been waiting for help to arrive," they chorus.

"Um. No, I'm not rescue, but I'll help if I can," the street fighter
replies. Picking himself up, he scans the area. The wreckage of what
appears to be a laboratory lies scattered about. "What happened here?"

"We were captured..." one of the aliens replies. Another one picks up
the sentence, adding, "...by the forces of the evil Empire."

Rob blinks. "The -Soviet Union?!- You're joking."

"No. You are mistaken," a voice snarls. Spinning to see who has
spoken, Rob meets a dark figure with red eyes, a flowing cloak, and a
tri-barrel blaster pistol. "But your destruction of my Secret Research
Base will not go unpunished." The gun's power setting jumps to seven,
and the figure strafes the room.

Shoving the aliens out of the line of fire, Rob dives for cover,
leaving an inch-thick door to disintegrate in his place.

Grabbing a piece of debris, the CAoLer yells, "I didn't destroy this
place! It was like this when I got here!"

"Liar! Nobody has left this planet, and those craven creatures
cowering in the corner would never dare to attack one of my outposts.
But even you must fall before the might of Emperor Zurg!"

[Emperor Zurg? Where in the he^M^M multiverse could I be? And what
just censored my thoughts? Not important, not important...] As Zurg
continues spraying the area with energy blasts, Rob dodges at random,
getting the timing, then throws the chunk of metal in his hand at
Zurg's blaster, where it vaporizes with a flash of light.

"AAARGH! You may have blinded me for the moment, but that will not
save you! My vision will return, and I will destroy you then!"

"Not today, Zurg," a space-suited figure snaps. Silhouetted in the
doorway, he would be a perfect target if Zurg were in any position to
fire. "Star Command detected your little weapons test, and sent their
best man to investigate."

"Buzz Lightyear. You claim to have no knowledge of your saboteur,
then?"

"Don't change the subject, Zurg. I'm taking you down, right now.
Whatever you were creating here, it's not going to leave the planet."

"I would lose a thousand bases if it meant a chance to destroy you,"
Zurg growls. Pushing the power on his blaster to eleven, Zurg opens
fire as Rob herds the aliens out of the laboratory.

"We've got to get out of here. Do you know a way?"

"We would follow that sign," the aliens chorus. Looking up, Rob sees
the sign:

+----------+
| EXIT --> |
+----------+

"Sounds good to me." Five minutes later, the group reaches the surface
of a small planet, to find a Star Command shuttle a short distance
away. "You guys should be safe in there. But I need to know, what
happened in that base?"

"We were going to be experimented on," the aliens answer.

"But we were saved by children," one continues.

"Human children."

"I think they flew."

"They freed us from captivity."

"They destroyed the lab."

"They chased the scientists away."

"They were cute."

The other aliens look at the last one oddly before returning to
speaking in unison. "They made a hole in the air and left."

"How long ago was this?"

"Thirteen and a half klupmae."

Rob sighs. "How long ago, Earth time?"

"Perhaps half an Earth day."

"Thank you," Rob replies, as the ground rumbles ominously, "and I
think it's time to go. But thanks. I'm looking for those kids."

"We wish you luck. They saved our lives. We are eternally grateful."

/Looks like the Big Three are closer on the trail than the 'Buzz
Lightyear' universe is. I'll keep looking./

With that, Rob creates a wormhole and jumps in. [Hope I stay in the
tooniverse...]
=================================
Subject: Re: AAE 8: Down the rabbit...uh, never mind ;^)

On Sun, 14 Apr 2002 11:24:03 -0700
Dane Said As CAoL Message # 00010849

>Rob N Said As CAoL Message # 00010825
>
>"Aurora, if you'll have me, I think I can fit in reasonably well.
>This toy," Rob continues, tapping the bracer, "is from a 'sentai'
>universe, and adapts well to others. I can't see any problems with
>its being used in an animated version, other than the possible risk
>of a universe without room for a 'sixth man' in it."
>
>"Morgan, do any of those titles come up on the twins' playlist? Or
>'G-Force,' or 'Eagle Riders'?"

>>Mike Knight Said As CAoL Message # 00010840
>>     "G.I. Joe might be a possibility," Melissa suggested, "I can
>>check the various iterations of that cartoon for them."
>>     "Those universes are often part of the Transformers universes,"
>>Walkabout advised, "I believe someone is planning a visit to the
>>latter, I would like to go along to coordinate our efforts so as not
>>to check the same place twice."
>>     Melissa nodded, "Walkabout the Autobot meet Rob and Aurora,
>>you'll be going with them. Use the family frequency to update me
>>since you're not on the lens link, Walk."

/*"Rob, Melissa, Walkabout, on further analysis, I have concluded that
the children are unlikely to have traveled to the Power Rangers
universe. Computation of the probability renders a value so close to
zero that I doubt that they went there. However the sentai worlds are
a different matter entirely. I suggest you check out the sentai
worlds, while I check out the Transformer worlds. Walkabout do you
want to accompany Rob, or myself."*/ Aurora says. /*"It is both
somewhat unfortunate, and fortunate indeed, that The Stardragon gave
them Its blessing. Without that, I would be able to locate them in an
instant. With it, they are concealed from my 'sight'. But because of
it, there is little that even the Tooniverse could do to harm them
seriously."*/

<OOC: pause for response from Mike>

Suiting action to words, Aurora opens a portal in space for Rob (and
Walkabout if that is his/her/its desire), and then she shifts herself
(and Walkabout he/she/it chooses that route) to a world of the
Transformers. A world where the Autobot talisman never existed. A
world facing Galvitron, and Unicron as a team.
=================================
Subject: Re: AAE 8: Down the rabbit...uh, never mind

On Fri, 19 Apr 2002 22:32:15 -0400
Mike Knight Said As CAoL Message # 00010850

>On Sun, 14 Apr 2002 11:24:03 -0700
>Dane Said As CAoL Message # 00010849

<OOC: Considering the fog my brain's been in lately, and to better
help me focus on some matters I have to attend to, I'm going to move
Walkabout out of the main action and just go solo until RL clears up.>

>/*"Rob, Melissa, Walkabout, on further analysis, I have concluded
>that the children are unlikely to have traveled to the Power Rangers
>universe. Computation of the probability renders a value so close to
>zero that I doubt that they went there. However the sentai worlds are
>a different matter entirely. I suggest you check out the sentai
>worlds, while I check out the Transformer worlds. Walkabout do you
>want to accompany Rob, or myself."*/ Aurora says. /*"It is both
>somewhat unfortunate, and fortunate indeed, that The Stardragon gave
>them Its blessing. Without that, I would be able to locate them in an
>instant. With it, they are concealed from my 'sight'. But because of
>it, there is little that even the Tooniverse could do to harm them
>seriously."*/

Walkabout pauses, then her headlamp eyes blink. "Oh, hmm, if that is
the plan, perhaps I should actually accompany Melissa. You do not
strike me as one in need of a guardian, and as I am relatively
knowledgable in the areas where Melissa intends to travel, I might
serve a better purpose as her companian."

>Suiting action to words, Aurora opens a portal in space for Rob (and
>Walkabout if that is his/her/its desire), and then she shifts herself
>(and Walkabout he/she/it chooses that route) to a world of the
>Transformers. A world where the Autobot talisman never existed. A
>world facing Galvitron, and Unicron as a team.

Walkabout declines both, having apparently made up her mind to catch
up to Melissa. She opens her own portal and travels through, Melissa
momentarily visible on the other side as the portal closes.
=================================
Subject: AAE VIII: Taz-mania (part 3)(Long)

On Sun, 21 Apr 2002 23:52:08 -0500
Martin and/or Dhyrclhanc Said As CAoL Message # 00010852

<OOC> This isn't what I'd hoped it'd be but until I kick this bad case
of internal inertia I seem to be suffering, it'll have to do. </OOC>

From off-camera, Taz spins into view again, when he stops spinning
it's obvious that he made a detour through wardrobe 'cuz he's got a
napkin tied around his neck (or where is neck ought to be if he had
one) and a knife in one hand and a fork in the other.

A wide shot, however, reveals that Dhyrclhanc is no where to be seen.
Taz furtively begins to look around for the missing, for the moment
anyway, oriental Lensdragon.

"Where dwaggie go? Taz like dwaggie. Yum" Taz punctuates the statement
by licking and smacking his lips.

From somewhere in the distance a revving car engine can be heard.

Then a futuristic sports car (an emerald green colored ('natch),
Toyota Celica GT actually) pulls up behind 'Taz and proceeds to honk
it's horn at him several times, the driver obviously trying to get
Taz's attention.

A placard on the door of the car that's visible to the audience
proclaims "Federation Express: When it absolutely, positively needs to
get there by next Tuesday".

Taz turns around as the car's door window slides down with an
electronic hum and reveals Dhyrclhanc, albeit in T'Strang form,
sitting behind the wheel wearing the lame disguise of a fake mustache,
a pair of dark sunglasses and a baseball cap with a fake ponytail
attached.

"Package for the Tazmanian Devil. You'ze the Tazmanain Devil?" He
drawls in bad "Brooklyn-eze".

Dhyrclhanc hands Taz a small notebook-sized package.

"Sign here please?"

Taz signs a sheet of paper on a clipboard with a pen DC hands him.

"Thank You!"

The sports-car zooms off-screen with an audible "vroom" noise and lots
of exhaust, which causes Taz to go into an uncontrollable coughing
fit.

When the cloud is gone, Taz uncharacteristically carefully unwraps the
parcel, revealing two items. "The Acme Guide to Serving Dragon Dishes"
and an engraved invitation to the opening of the "Chez Dwaggie"
Restaurant which includes an address in New Zealand and points out the
book as an example of the restraunts award-winning cuisine.

Taz spends several moments reading through the book and making certain
Taz-like noises of gourmand-like excitement and pleasure and then
spins off camera.

Quick cut to a location that's obviously in New Zealand and which
jibes with the address in the invitation. Only the location isn't a
restaurant, it's a bakery. At which point Taz spins onto camera and
then politely knocks on the bakery door.

Another poorly disguised Dhyrclhanc, still in T'Skrang form, comes out
of the bakery. However, where before he was made up to look like a
delivery person, here he's made up to look like an Italian chef.

Taz make a bunch of incomprehensible Taz-like noises and hands him the
invitation.

"Ah, I see-ah. No, I am-ah sorry-ah. The restaurant, she was-ah
here-ah but she close-ed-ah last week-ah. You wait here-ah, I get
you-ah the new address, eh?"

Taz, begining to look a little hungry readily agrees, nodding like his
head were going to fall off.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh-huh-uh-huh."

Dhyrclhanc disappears back into the Bakery and then comes back out and
hands Taz a slip of paper.

"I-ah hope you-ah find your-ah restauranta, eh?"

"Yah, yah, yah, yah."

And Taz spins off view of the camera.

 ---

The audience is then treated to a 40's-era travelogue, where a red
line is drawn on a map of the world traces the Tazmainian Devil's
route from somewhere in New Zealand to Miami Beach, Florida, USA.

 ---

The camera cuts to another street, this one obviously in Florida,
where a hungrier Taz arrives at another bakery.

Taz proceeds to look at the number above the door of the bakery and at
the address on the slip of paper in his hands, several times, and
finally shrugs and rings the doorbell.

The Camera momentarily swiches views, showing a vacant interior of the
bakery, she shelves however are lined with all manner of pastries and
treats. Up from behind the counter springs Bugs, wearing essentially
the same baker's costume as Dhyrclhanc was and adjusting a fake
mustache.

"Don't worry folks." Bugs laughs, "I'm not slumming; I'm doing this as
a favor for a friend." and he walks over and opens the door.

"'Scuze me," begins Taz, and then pauses, "Hey, don't I know you?"

"Nah, Doc, you never seen me before in your life." says Bugs.

"OK, never mind, but maybe you can help me." and Taz hands Bugs the
invitation and the directions.

"Oh yeah, Doc, they were here, right across the street if I remember
right. But they moved last week. Eh, whoever gave this address to you,
Doc, they musta gotten mixed-up somehow. Wait right here, Doc, and
I'll get you their new address."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh-huh-uh-huh." as if possible Taz is looking a
little ragged, probably from hunger.

Bugs goes back inside, muttering to himself, "Whatta Maroon. I almost
hate doing this to the little guy. He obviously doesn't _who_ he's
dealing with".

Outside, Taz waits patiently until finally Bugs sticks his head out
the door again.

"Sorry about that Doc, here's your invitation, here's the new address
and you're probably going to need this." Bugs hands him a
red-and-white striped umbrella. "It's supposed to rain sometime
today."

"Uh, Thank You." Taz mutters and Bugs goes back indoors, giggling.

Taz opens the umbrella towards the audience, revealing the familiar
image of a bull's-eye when the umbrella is fully open.

When Taz raises the umbrella above him, the equally familiar sound of
a Doppler whine increases.

"Huh ?" Taz says as he looks above him, tilting the umbrella back
slightly, whereupon he gets clobbered by a several pound weight anvil.

"Ow." says a markedly shorter Task.

 ---

TBC (obviously)
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Subject: AAE 8: Film Splicing

On Mon, 29 Apr 2002 23:40:32 -0700
Roland X Said As CAoL Message # 00010853

>On Wed, 3 Apr 2002 23:41:02 -0600
>Dhyrclhanc Said As CAoL Message # 00010847
>
>>On Mon, 01 April 2K2, Roland X Said
>>
>>>Dhyrclhanc Said
>>>
>>>/I did not expect to see you two here, Sibs./ sent a familiar yet
>>>some-how younger voice into the back of the Freelance Immortals'
>>>minds.
>
>>   /Dhyrclhanc?!/ They responded in stereo.
>
><OOC> LOL!! </OOC>
>
>All the "Quantum Leaped" Freelance Immortals get in reply to their
>expression of obvious surprise is the mental impression of a proud
>grin and then a bow.

   Both Freelance Immortals mentally give him the anime
"eye-pull/tongue-razz" while remaining perfectly placid otherwise.
<VBG>

>>"I've got a missile lock right on the gray lens in his forehead,
>>boss man. You want me to send him to meet his ancestors?"
>>
>>   Mark smiled. "Not quite yet, Jason. Let's see how this plays out
>>first. Jun?"
>>
>>"Well, none of his technology is of Spectra origin," Jun replied.
>>"And...I have a good feeling about him."
>
><OOC> Err... Ahh... Sib? Not that it's really _that_ important, but
>are we going with _Spectra_ or _Galactor_? I wouldn't think that we
>could do both, but it's up to you. And yes, I've got the '94 OAV,
>too. <OT> I also just got a copy of the recent "Vampire Hunter D"
>OAV. Kawaii! Appropos of nothing, of course. </OT></OOC>

   OOC: Aw, nertz. I forgot. Well, this is an amalgam anyway, so
they're both in there. Believe it or not, it's not a hard mix --
Spectra's the planet and Galactor's the evil conspiracy. Think
Intergang and Apokolips -- Intergang's the criminal empire as known on
Earth, but very, very few Intergang agents know they're really part of
an Evil Alien Invasion plan...

>>   "Well met, ah, 'Darklance.' We're looking for a paired energy
>>anomaly that appeared at a recent Spectra attack site..."
>
><OOC> Who said this? Mark or Jason? </OOC>

   OOC: "as he let Mark explain G-Force's latest mission..."
   Mark. Jason's not feeling very polysyllabic at the moment. <VBG>

>" 'Spectra', you say," Dhyrclhanc replies over the Phoenix's internal
>sound system, which Roland energy senses can tell is via the use of
>his "cyber-psi" abilities.
>
>In fact, by now the Lensdragon's
>"possession-is-nine-tenths-of-the-law"

88888888888888 8^P
;^)

>"Come to speak of it, would it possible for us to find a place to
>land and speak of these things face-to-face?"
>
>"I am obviously too large to fit in your aircraft and I find it
>somewhat disserting, if not outright discourteous, to be speaking to
>you, especially on such subjects, without being able to see your
>faces."

   "That...seems reasonable enough," Mark replied.
   "'Seems _reasonable_ enough!'" Jason spluttered, Mark just barely
having enough time to cut the intercom before the "explosion." "Have
you lost your--"
   "Tiny can stay in here," Mark explained calmly. "I doubt any
organic being is a match for the Godphoenix."
   Jason stopped, stared, then grinned. "You're getting sneaky in your
old age, Fearless Leader. I like it."

Jun didn't chuckle. Morgan kept it all on the link. ;-)

   Mark merely smiled. "Tiny, take us around, bearing 3-1-niner.
There's an island nearby; you can drop us off and circle around to
watch for--"
   An explosion rocked the Godphoenix.

/Aw, craters,/ Morgan sighed.

   "All stations! Report!"
   As anime "ordered babble" filled the air in the
Godphoenix,Dhyrclhanc could see outside the ship...MEGATRON?!
   "Show no MERCY!" Megatron roared.
   "Do we ever?" Starscream replied with evil glee.
   "That vehicle has enough energon to power Cybertron for years!
Imagine what it could do in the hands of the Decepticons! Capture it
intact, but destroy all who oppose us!"

/Uuuummm...honey?/ Morgan began, a bit too calmly. /I haven't watched
a lot of this stuff, but _those_ robots don't belong in _this_
cartoon, do they?/

   /No, they don't,/ Roland replied with equal faux calm. "Tiny,
Immelman, NOW!" Tiny obeyed, banking and pulling the classic aerial
stunt. Mark's fingers flew across the controls on the captain's chair,
and holoscreens popped up around him.
   "Holes" were appearing in the space around them. Holes to the
Transformers universe, to Wacky Races, to the Looney-verse...and they
were increasing in number by the minute.
   "Tiny-!" For a moment, the Godphoenix went from its '94 variation
to its classic '72 version, the "OAV"-clad characters reverting
costumes as well, as it passed through a hole into the '67 Spider-Man
cartoon. Peter looked up in surprise.
   "Well _there's_ something you don't see every day, even if you
_are_ a friendly neighborhood Spider-Man," he quipped.
   Another "hole" appeared in front of the ship, and it was back in
the Gatcha-verse, amalgamated back into the version Roland and Morgan
had found it in.
   The only difference being, Morgan was no longer "in" Jun. She
looked like herself, albeit an "anime" version of herself, riding
Dhyrclhanc and wearing jade green armor.
   OOC: For a line drawing of the Roseblack (the character I based
this "version" of Morgan on) check out:
   http://www.white-wolf.com/exaltedweb/DragonBlooded.html
   For color, she's the top figure on:
   http://www.white-wolf.com/exaltedweb/ExaltedHome.html

   Roland, meanwhile, is still "Quantum Leaped" into Mark. Jun shakes
her head briefly, then examines her scanner. "I'm getting strange
readings all over the place!"
   "Yeah, and some lady just appeared on the dragon." Jason paused.
"Nice armor, though."

(Insert DC's response here, to which I'll respond appropriately <g>.
Then...)

Morgan used the link to check in with the house computers. After a few
seconds of back-and-forth, she sent to the rest of the team, /Joy. It
seems that between our little adventurers running amok, and us getting
tossed hither and yon looking for them, the boundaries between
tooniverses have...weakened. I don't think we have to worry about the
tooniversal continuum itself; it's just doing what's either funniest
or most exciting. Meanwhile, be prepared for anything./ She paused.
/If you're in contact with someone not on the link, pass the word. If
nothing else, would someone in the Place give them an
x-window-comm-link? Thanks./

<OOC-GM: The plot holes are here to allow everyone to get together.
Have your character come on in, get pulled in, or just go on with
wherever you are if you prefer. But this is an opportunity to
reassemble as much of the CAoL as chooses to reassemble :-).>

   /Talk about your one-track minds,/ Roland thought/sent in
annoyance. "Concentrate on the Galactor, Jason."
   "I don't need you to tell _me_ about -- HOLY -- !" Jason blurted.
   The sky was filled with Galactor fighter-craft.
   "Firing--!" Jason hissed.
   Mark pressed a button on the chair's arm. A Japanese tea cup
emerged, complete with steaming green tea. Mark took a sip calmly.
"Hard right, Tiny. Spiral in. Jinpei, jam their scanners, please. Jun,
feed data to Jason. Jason, fire at will."
   "ABOUT TIME"! Jason roared with dark delight, and blasters and
missiles burst forth from the Godphoenix in an annihilating fireworks
display. Jinpei's agile fingers danced across the controls, and
Galactor ships began colliding. The Decepticons were unaffected.
   "Tiny, loop," Mark said. He took another sip; centrifugal force
held the tea in place.
   The Godphoenix whirled around an entire squadron of robot Galactor
fighters; by the time their circuit was complete, the squadron was
gone. "Well done, G-Force. Tiny, take us down."
   Tiny's brow was beaded with sweat. "You can't mean we land in
_this?!_"
   Mark shook his head calmly. "Of course not. Skim the water. Let's
see how good the Galactor's electro-brain pilots are." He took another
sip.
   The Godphoenix rocketed down, skimming the water and the island.
Another squadron, attempting to mimic Tiny's expert piloting, proved
that you should never send an extra to do a hero's job. Tiny gasped in
relief. Jun slumped in her chair. Jinpei whistled a very Keyop-style
response. Jason hissed in pleasure as the last Galactor fighter craft
chasing them exploded.
   Mark drained his cup and put it on the chair arm. It sunk back into
the panel from which it had come. He smiled slightly. "We're there,
then?"
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Subject: Re: AAE 8: Film Splicing

On Wed, 1 May 2002 07:55:46 -0700 (PDT)
Mike Knight Said As CAoL Message # 00010856

An Internet Cafe, Cerulean City:

     Tink sat at the table, sipping coffee and watching two pokemon at
work before her. Mew hovered over the tabletop, upside down, sending
out a psionic probe that traveled the planet in search of the lost
twins. Meanwhile, Porygon was inside the computer, surfing the
Internet, Arpanet, Gopher, FTP, LAN, WAN, Well and anything else he
could think of for any trace of those same twins. As a general rule of
thumb, Tink knew, the Pokemon universes were rather safe to travel in,
she'd been coming here since she was twelve and had grown quite fond
of the place; there was little to no crime, little to no violence, a
place where ten year old kids could roam the countryside alone with
only a few pocket 'monsters' to protect them.
     But, the slapstick villiany it did have certainly appealed to
little kids watching it on TV.
     "Mew..." Mew said dejectedly.
     "Gon..." Porygon added in the same tone.
     "It's okay guys," Tink said, soothingly, "We'll move on to the
next universe."
     Tink scratched both Pokemon behind the ears and all three
flickered out of existance, leaving behind an empty coffee cup and
cash for the bill plus gratuity.

Cobra Island:

     Melissa knelt down by the prone form of Cobra Commander and
rolled up the black and silver left sleeve of her Galactic Patrol
uniform while Walkabout stood guard over the captured command center.
Her lens flared with polychromatic light.
     "May Lady Mentor and all the women of the Galactic Patrol support
me in this task." She dove into the mind of the terrorist leader.
@Show me the children, where are they?@
     Images floated up from the darkness before her, cloning tanks
with Cobra labels. Cobra planned to grow supersoldiers, an army of
genetically enhanced slaves here on Cobra Island. But of Liam and
Rachel there was no trace.
     Melissa sighed, withdrawing mentally and then physically from the
Cobra leader's presense. She turned to the comouter, looking it over,
then sent a message to the GI Joes, digging up all the dirt she could
on the cloning project and sending it to the special military group,
then covered her tracks.
     "You're very good with computers," Walkabout said, looking over
Melissa's shoulder.
     Melissa smiled, "Thanks. Okay, let's move on to the next
universe."
     Walkabout transformed, Melissa hopped onto the motorcyle and they
vanished.

>On Mon, 29 Apr 2002 23:40:32 -0700
>Roland X Said As CAoL Message # 00010853
>
>Morgan used the link to check in with the house computers. After a
>few seconds of back-and-forth, she sent to the rest of the team,
>/Joy. It seems that between our little adventurers running amok, and
>us getting tossed hither and yon looking for them, the boundaries
>between tooniverses have...weakened. I don't think we have to worry
>about the tooniversal continuum itself; it's just doing what's either
>funniest or most exciting. Meanwhile, be prepared for anything./ She
>paused. /If you're in contact with someone not on the link, pass the
>word. If nothing else, would someone in the Place give them an
>x-window-comm-link? Thanks./

     Tink appeared adrift in space, with Mew and Porygon beside her.
Her eighteen year old form gasped suddenly, lungs trying to draw in
air where there was none. She grabbed onto her two Pokemon, pulling
them close and a bubble of force and air surrounded them. Tink took a
moment to catch her breath.
     "Glad I took the option of having a bit of Time Lord DNA mixed
into my formative genepool,"
     As Mew and Porygon were also okay, Tink looked around only to see
Walkabout and Melissa appear. Melissa seemed to have a similar
experience, but Walkabout transformed beneath the twenty-five year old
Melissa, switching from motorcycle to some form of space-capable cycle
with built-in atmosphere forcefield.
     /Hi, Aunt Morgan, Uncle Roland,/ both mother and daughter said in
unison, /Need a hand?/

>   The Godphoenix rocketed down, skimming the water and the island.
>Another squadron, attempting to mimic Tiny's expert piloting, proved
>that you should never send an extra to do a hero's job. Tiny gasped
>in relief. Jun slumped in her chair. Jinpei whistled a very
>Keyop-style response. Jason hissed in pleasure as the last Galactor
>fighter craft chasing them exploded.
>   Mark drained his cup and put it on the chair arm. It sunk back
>into the panel from which it had come. He smiled slightly. "We're
>there, then?"

     /How can you drink tea at a time like this, Uncle?/ Melissa
asked, incredulous.
     /It's anime, mom,/ Tink replied, a pillow appearing under her, as
a teacut and saucer appeared in one hand, with a cookie in the other,
while Porygon and Mew floated over her shouldered, each with something
resembling a black rice ball they were both eating eagerly, some sort
of Pokemon food, apparently.
     /You've been hanging around Dean Washuu too long,/ Melissa mused.
     /Shhh, no telling the future, Mom. Our younger selves are still
active around the Place in this timeline, though not at the moment or
David wouldn't have called us./
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