Space Jam: A New Legacy

Game Time

Malin gazes at the crowd, realizing how small it is, "Where's the other half of the crowd?" Al G. grins, "Uh, they should be tuning in to the livestream right about... Right about... Right about..." He grunts, "Buffering! So embarrassing. Right about now!" He snaps his fingers and starts speaking in a distorted voice, "Oh, yeah. Oh, that's it. It's game time!" Daffy points to the left of the court, "Hey, look here."

Foghorn gasps as people mysteriously appear before them, "I say, I say, how in the world did he get all these spectators here?" Daffy crosses his arms, "I don't know, but the line for the bathroom's gonna be insane."

Suddenly, Lil Rel and Ernie Johnson appear, sitting at an announcer table, "And we're back from commercial and... Where are we?" Lil Rel appears next to Ernie Johnson, "Lil Rel?"

"Man, what are you doing here? Wait, Ernie Johnson? This is crazy! Look, I was on my phone, right, and I was getting on the elevator... Wait a minute, did I fall down the elevator shaft? Ernie, are we dead? Is this what heaven looks like?"

Ernie shakes his head, "No, it looks like we're in some kinda computer-generated basketball game."

Al G. takes a mic and his vois is heard on speakers, "Oh, Bron, Bron. Got some VIPs coming in." LeBron's eyes widened, "No!" Al G. nods with a crazed smile, speaking in his distorted voice, "Yeah! What a twist!"

"Whoa, what in the world?- Mommy, what just happened?"

LeBron turns at the sound of his wife and kids, "Oh, my God! Kids!"

"Bron!"

LeBron runs up to the edge of the court, but they both grunt. A force field stood between them. Kamiyah gasps, "Babe, what is going on? Where's Dom?"

"I don't know, but I have to go to play this game to save everyone with..."

LeBron's oldest son gazes over his father's shoulder, "Bugs Bunny?" Bugs jumps on LeBron's shoulder, "Uh..." He smacks his lips, "What's up, Doc?" He reaches over to shake hands, but the force field zaps Bugs, making him yowl and fly into the benches on the court.

Malin tightly grips Bugs' hand, pulling him back to his feet. Smoke slowly rises from his fur. "Are you okay, honey?" Bugs sways slightly, "I'll manage, Mal." He shakes his head, trying to clear it, and the two turn their heads sharply at the sound of Al G.'s voice.

"Uh, excuse me? Paging Mr. LeBron James!"

An announcer gets the attention of the crowd, "Ladies and gentlemen, please give a warm welcome to your host for the evening, Mr. Al G. Rhythm!" The crowd cheers as Al G. takes the mic, "Hey, how y'all doing? Thank you! Thank you very much! Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, welcome to the first and final Serververse Classic! Oh! Let me tell you what. I know that you all are LeBron's biggest fans. And the King has had a great run, hasn't he? But that's over. That's done now. And it is time for a new king to take the throne."

Malin narrows her eyes, "This dude is a hater. Haters gonna hate. He's a bad guy." Bugs' shoulder brushes against hers gently, "Big time." Al G. continues talking to the crowd, "So let's lay down some basic ground rules. If King James wins, you all get to go back to your regular, boring lives. But if my team wins, you all get to stay with me in the Serververse forever."

The crowd panics, "What?" Malin's eye twitches, "He can't do that."

"How 'bout that, huh?"

LeBron shakes his head, "What? That wasn't the deal." Al G. laughs, "Oh, yeah! Didn't see that coming, did you?" Daffy sighs, "Well, at least we're good." 

Al G. faces the Tune Squad, "Oh, boy. Oh, and I almost forgot, all of the Tunes will be deleted, so..." He blows a raspberry. The Tunes panicked, "Oh, no!- Deleted?- That is messed up!- That dude is bad.- Why?"

Bugs glares at Daffy, and the duck shrinks, "You just couldn't keep your big beak shut." Daffy chuckles but grunts as Malin smacks him in the back of the head, "Blabbermouth." Daffy mutters with a guilty look, "I deserved that."

"And now, from the beautiful mind of Dominic James... Introducing... the Goon Squad! Whoo! White Mamba!"

"What's up?" A white humanoid snake appears. "Wet ball, baby!" A fire and water man appears as Al G. introduces him, "Wet Fire!"

"Arachnneka!"

A spider appears, "Queen of the web. Mwah."

Birds screech and a flying bird-like creature lands on the ground.

"And The Brow."

"Flyest guy on the squad." The bird man spoke.

LeBron recognizes the humanoid creatures as his friends from the court, "Dang! What'd they do to my boy, AD?"

Al G. grins and the crowd quiets down, "And this next young man I'm bringing up... Oh, my goodness. Y'all gonna love him. He puts the G in genius. He's my hero on the ones and zeroes, Mr. Dominic James!" He holds note, calling the boy's name.

"Dom!" The announcer calls out. Coming from the jumbotron, Dom floats down in aw as the crowd continues cheering. Al G. laughs, "Give it up one more time for Dominic James!" Dom lands on his feet and gazes around, "Whoa." Al G. wraps his arm on Dom's shoulder, "Right? It's amazing. All these people came here to see you, Dom. And we used your scanning tech to make it happen. Check 'em out."

"This is dope."

LeBron approaches his son, "Dom." Dom spins around and smiles, "Dad!"

"Are you okay, son?"

"I've never been better."

Malin's eyes scanned the buzzing crowd as LeBron engaged in a conversation with his son, his expression serious. Anxious and tense, she turned to Bugs, her concern evident on her face. "Bugs? I'm really worried," She voiced her fears. Offering reassurance, the gray rabbit confidently wrapped his arm around her waist, exuding confidence. "We've got this, Malin. We're going to win," He affirmed, his tone unwavering. With a furrowed brow, she responded, "If we lose, you'll be gone. I'll be all alone." 

Bugs pulled her in close, catching her off guard, "If I asked you, would you say 'Yes'?" His whispered question hung in the air. "Yes, I would," She replied, her grip tightening on his Tune Squad shirt, her voice unwavering. "You've got to believe that we're going to win this game, Mal. I love you," Bugs reassured her, pressing a tender kiss to her cheek. Their intimate moment was suddenly interrupted as LeBron approached with a scowl, casting a shadow over the charged atmosphere.

The announcer shouts on the speakers, "It's game time!" Pete hums along to end note, wearing the referee shirt. LeBron looks disbelievingly at Al G., "Pete's the referee?"

"Oh, you mad, bro? Haha!"

The whistle blows loudly.