Get Him Some Money Too

Male!Jessica Rabbit/Reader - Laugh it Up (1/2)

It started off with a simple dream. A dream that seemed out of reach in a place like this. This place was the breeding grounds for what you dreamed of being the most. The competition was thick and only the best of the best were ever worth bringing up. You dreamt of being the laughing stock of the century. Just right up there with the big names like Goofy, Donald Duck, or even the big shot Mickey Mouse. You unfortunately were at a disadvantage though as you were barely the seemingly funny type of cartoon. You were an average looking cartoon, simply human with nothing silly or memorable looking about you. So you had to stick to the only thing you had going for you and that was telling jokes.

You had to start plain and simple with nothing flashy involved. That's how all careers started though, you would need to start at the first step before you climbed up the ladder to success. It was a pain, sure, but if it was what you had to do to be the comedian you wanted to be. You had to start somewhere. You also had another little problem that was not a great quality of a standup comedian. You were plagued with the worst stage fright that anyone in all of Toontown could ever experience. You loved telling jokes and making others laugh but you usually did this when not on stage. Whenever, you would get on stage and all eyes were settled on you, the nerves would bubble up inside and make you freeze on stage in complete fright. You couldn't even begin to count how many times you had been booed off stage for freezing up. Your jokes were even affected as you would suddenly become shy and quiet as a mouse. It only damaged your already fickle self-confidence when you would be banished off stage for your poor performance.

So you were pleasantly surprised that anyone would bother to hire someone as unfunny as you were. Jokes did come naturally for you and you did do well when you weren't in the limelight. Unfortunately, the second you went on stage it all went spiraling down into the toilet. Currently, you were standing in front of the Ink and Paint Club where you had been just hired as their standup comedian. Today was your first day to either make a name for yourself or muck it all up. You were incredibly nervous to say the least as you stared up at the sign of the club. 'Okay, (Y/n)... This is your chance. You better be funny or they'll literally throw you out the window like they did the last club...' You cringed at the thought before taking in a deep breath of air. 'Well, here goes nothing... or everything.' Mustering up the courage from within, you made your way to the entrance door and stepped on inside past the gorilla bouncer who let you through.

You were immediately greeted with the stench of cigarette smoke wafting through the air inside. Cartoons and humans alike were littering the the club all sitting at their respected table or at the stools at the bar. The place was boisterous and defiantly the hotspot to be at right now. You were getting glances from some of the men inside, some of them were curious as others were eating you up like a hunk of meat. You were quite used to these kinds of stares as you've worked in bars before and they usually had these types of folks dwelling around. You tried you're best to ignore it as you began your search to look for your new boss named Mr. Boarton. You knew from the interview that he was a cartoon boar that wore a extravagant green and black pinstripe suit with a fedora with purple feathers. He also smoked a little too much for your preference and snorted a lot when he talked. You weren't seeing him anywhere through the throng of bar goers that packed the place. You were going to start scavenging around for him but your immediate attention was taken away when the red curtains on stage were about to be pulled. The piano player which was a wolf started playing the keys and the band began to pick up right after as the curtains drew open. You were decided you would hunt down your boss once the performance was over that was about to start.

The moment the band started playing you knew instantly that they were playing the song, 'Why Don't you Do Right?'. The curtains lifted up and then displayed a the most gorgeous man you had ever seen in your entire life of living as a cartoon. He was a tall, lean, handsome and sinewy man. He wore a bright sequin cherry red tailsuit that's jacket showed off some of his chest that you were trying unbearably hard not to stare at. He had luxurious red hair that's left side bangs went over his half-lidded sparkling blue eyes. You gulped and felt your face become almost as red as the suit he was wearing. In his purple gloved hands he was holding a microphone that he brought to his mouth to sing along to the music. Your eyes were transfixed on this cartoon man whose voice was deep and just like velvet. He was an extraordinary singer and he was defiantly making the ladies swoon and sigh, including yourself. He gradually walked down the 'T' shaped stage that went out closer to the people like you who were watching him. The way he walked was even seemingly perfect as he swayed with absolute grace, every step had you holding your breath.