Space Jam Bugs Bunny x OC

Moron Mountain/Michael's Baseball Game

Up the sky, panning past the moon and into space, there is a sign which says 'Amusement Park.' and on a planet that says 'Moron Mountain.' It is an alien theme park that the aliens go to, the park had a lot of rides and it had an alien head as an entrance. A ride with a robot alien is zapping ships around it. It continues zapping until it got on target. The ship flies and then it lands on the parking lot and the two aliens that were onboard, are unharmed, but the kid is not happy with his dad, "Let's get out of here, Dad. This stinks. Don't bring me here anymore, all right?"

The alien kid is being monitored by a green alien dog on screen. He is short, obese, and wears a magenta business suit and a pink shirt, this is Mr. Swackhammer, the owner of Moron Mountain and his minions are small insectoid aliens called Nerdlucks who wear bowties. Mr. Swackhammer turns to the Nerdlucks after angrily turning off the TV screens, "Are you listening? Did you hear him? Did you hear him? That little brat is right. I told you if I told you once. I've told a thousand, thousand, thousand, thousand times! We need new attractions!"

The five Nerdlucks, Pound is the overweight orange one, Bang is the green scrawny one, Bupkus is the purple stocky one, Blanko is the tall, slender blue one, and Nawt is the red short one; they came over to Swackhammer as he continues to lecture. The Nerdlucks nodded their heads, "Right!"

"New ones!"

Nawt is nodding his head, "Uh-huh." Mr. Swackhammer snaps his head to Nawt, "Get it?" Nawt grabs a filer, "Big shiny new things. Yeah." He starts filing Swackhammer's fingernails. Bang answers as he cleans Swackhammer's sandals while Bupkus licks them, "Absolutely, sir." Mr. Swackhammer is lighting his lighter, "Look at me. Look at me and listen." He burns Pound's butt with his lighter and Pound screams in pain, then he jumps off the desk, "The customer is always right!"

"Right!"

"The customer is always right." Swackhammer lights his cigar and smokes. The Nerdlucks shake their heads with a grin, "Yeah! exactly!" Mr. Swackhammer is smiling, and drooling comes from his mouth, "Always!" Green drool lands on Blanko, who looks disgusted, "Eww!"

"Right!"

Mr. Swackhammer gets up from his chair, "Okay, we need something." He hits Nawt and Bupkus. Bupkus jumps back, "Oh, my bad!" Mr. Swackhammer turns around, "We need something..." He hits Pound and Blanko, which causes them to yelp, "Nutty!"

Nawt repeats the word, "Nutty?" Mr. Swackhammer sits on the remote and turns back on the TV screens, "Something wacky." Nawt begins to think, "Hmm, wacky." Mr. Swackhammer waves his hand around, "We need something, something, something, we need something..." Bupkus looks at the screens, "Looney?" He covered his mouth, "Oops!"

Nawt stands next to Bupkus, pointing to the TVs, "Looney, thank you." Mr. Swackhammer is surprised, "Looney?" He turns around and notices the TV screens on. He sees the Looney Tunes on the TV screens, which gives him the idea, "Yes, Looney! Yes! Now you're talking! Looney, Looney, that's it, that's the word I was looking for!" Bupkus looks up at him, smiling and giggling excitedly. Swackhammer points at the Nerdlucks, "Looney, get the Looney Tunes!" Bupkus is jumping up happily, "Looney Tunes!" He cheers, waving pom-poms. 

"Bring them here!" Mr. Swackhammer orders before Blanko interrupts, "Sir, just noticing, sir. They're from Earth; what if they can't come?" Mr. Swackhammer glares down at the Nerdluck, "What did you say? What if they can't come?" He grabs Blanko by the neck, choking him, and smiled evilly, "Make 'em!" Blanko answers with a strained voice, his tongue sticking out, "Cool." Mr. Swackhammer laughs evilly, "Make 'em!"

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It is Michael Jordan's first baseball game. He swung the bat, but misses the ball.

"Strike!"

The crowd cheered for Michael and the Baron's players watch. The first Baron's player addresses his team player, "Looks good in that uniform." The second Baron's player agrees, "Looks great. Can't teach that."

"Can't teach it." On the field, the catcher from the Star's team talks to Michael, "Hey, thanks for autographing that basketball for my kid. I'm a hero now." Michael Jordan nods, "No problem. Happy to do it, man." The catcher smiled and nodded his head.

The Umpire gets behind the catcher, "Let's go!" Michael gets ready to swing the bat again. The Star's catcher bends down, "Curveball. Don't swing." He's nodding his head, "Don't swing." Michael looked at him, confused, but he took the advice. The pitcher throws the ball, and Michael doesn't swing.

"Ball!"

The crowd and the players cheered. The Star's catcher addresses the next throw, "Fastball, outside corner. Swing." The pitcher throws the ball again, and Michael swings the bat, but he misses.

"Strike!"

The Star's catcher tosses the ball back to the Pitcher, "That was your pitch." Michael Jordan sighs, "I know I missed it." The Star's catcher bends down, "Don't worry, I'll get you another one."

In the stands, the baseball manager is watching the game, and he's concerned about Michael, and he has an idea, "Podolak! Podolak, come here." A man gets up from his seat and walks up to the manager. Stan Podolak bumps into a worker passing food and drinks around, "Sorry, didn't mean to."

The Baron's manager calls to him again, "Come here!"

Stan Podolak stops next to the manager, "Yes, sir?"

"I want you to make sure nobody bothers Michael. I want him to be the happiest player in the world."

"The happiest."

Back on the field, the catcher sees the pitcher, "Slider, don't swing." The pitcher throws the ball, and Michael swings the bat. but missed again. The Umpire shouts, "Stike three!" The Star's catcher stands up and looks at Michael, "I told you not to swing." Michael Jordan lowers the ball in frustration, "I couldn't help it."

"I understand. Hey, nice talking to ya."

Michael walks to the dugout as the crowd, and his teammates cheer for him. A Baron's player looks at Michael, "We're not worried. We're not worried." Michael sits down as they talk to him. "Good job, Mike.- Don't worry. Good try. Good hustle.- Good cut, Michael. Good cut.- That was a strikeout, Mike. That was a good-looking strikeout. Real good.- I mean, you look good when you strike out, man. When I strike out, man, it looks nasty, man. At least you did good, man. Good looking."

Stan gets on his stomach and leans down to Michael, who looks at him in confusion. Smiling and waving, Stan looks at him, "Hi, Hi, Mr. Jordan. Mr. Jordan, I'm Stan Podolak." He leans in too far falls down in the dugout, and lands on his back, hurting himself. The players look at him as he gets up, groaning in pain, and sits next to Michael.

Michael gazes up from the stand, then at Podolak, "You all right? That was a nasty fall." Stan shrugs in pain, "Yeah." He looks at him and shakes his hand. "Oh, I'm Stan Podolak, Mr Jordan. I'm the Baron's new publicist. I'm here to make your life easier. You want me to drive you somewhere, I will drive you anywhere. You want me to pick up your laundry, babysit your kids, I will do it. I am here to personally guarantee that no one will ever bother you." 

Michael leans back as Stan moves forward. Suddenly a spaceship flew by, and the crowd gasped, jumping on their feet in shock, and it disappeared. All the people get confused. Michael turns his head to Stan, "What was that?"