Que Passa!!!!



Here's quite possably, the longest chapter I've ever written. It's also the first I've ever dedicated to anyone.



Dedicated to the memory of All toons created, but never used.

Gone, Forgotten, but still missed.



Chapter 2:

From Animal to Animation



"Looks like a hopeless one to me."

"Nobody asked you, George."

"Grog no like small bat."

"Look, will you guys just bug off for a second, I think I need a couple of minutes alone with this guy."

>HACK< >COUGH< The bat found himself back in the lab animal room, but fortunatly, OUTSIDE the vat

he had fallen into. "Wh-wha happened... Am I dead? Wait a second- why am I speaking English? Where AM I?"

"Your not dead, obviously." said a voice behind him. "As for what happened, well, it may take a bit

more of an explanation." The bat turned and behind him, he saw what appeared to be a large, female, mouse,

with red hair in a pony tail, wearing a tie-dye tank top, and smoking a cigar. "Who are YOU?" "Ask a

lotta questions, don't ya kid?" said the mouse, knocking the ash off the end of her cigar. She

outstreached one of her paws to shake. "Just consider me kinda a guardian angel. You just underwent

a trancendance that would be enough to make ANYONE ask questions." The bat took the paw into his wing

reluctantly. "Transendence? What do you mean by transendence?" "Heh... Looked in a mirror lately?"

The bat then for the first time, looked down at himself. He didn't really see too many thinks that

looked out of the ordinary, but his fur color was a bit brighter. Also, he seemed to have a slight,

black, outline surrounding his body. Still, despite the fact that he didn't feel too different, he

still had a sence that something really weird had happened. "Somethings... different about me, just

can't figure it out..." he said under his breath.

"Maybe this will help speed up the realisation process..." said the mouse with a snicker. "Al, I beleve

kinda thing is YOUR fortay?".

Suddenly, the bat felt a sudden burst of searing pain on the back of his head. "OUCH!!! HEY YOU

MORON! WHAT'D YOU DO THAT..." His rant stopped abruptly when he saw that the mouse had a steel metal

baseball bat in her hand. The blow should have killed him, but it apeared by the large dent in the

bat that HE had done more damage to IT then IT did to HIM.

The mouse looked at the shape of the dent in the bat(The steel one. NOT the living one.) and

whistled. "Not bad." she said. "Are you sure that's the first time you've ever been konked with one

of these?" "But... Why... How..." "Oh, yeah." the mouse said. She threw the bat away carelessly

and continued. "I remember: I owe you an explanation. Well... to give it to you straight- your a toon."

"A what?" Suddenly the mouse's eyes glazed over and she spoke in an entirely different sounding voice,

"See. What did I tell you. He's obviously not worth our time." She shook her head and her eyes went

back into focus. "Look, I said stay in line, or I'm going straight to an exorcist. I mean it!"

Turning her attention back to the bewildered bat she said. "Anyway, Like I said: Your a toon. All

that's currently holding you together is Ink Paint, a little imagination, and your personality."

The bat took another closer look at himself. Actually, now a lot of stuff was different about

him. He now had two toes on each foot, and the thin outline around him looked a little thicker.

"Your lucky you didn't wake up a few seconds sooner. You were just a bunch of shapes; triangle

wings, sphere for a head, arches for ears- You looked like a Ed Emberly drawing." "But how?"

"Give your thanks to this Devan Shell charictor." said the mouse, walking over to the vat and patting

it. "This little failed science fair project of his did the whole trick. To tell you the truth,

we don't get many normal animals turning into toons very often. But if we didn't, well, I wouldn't

have a job." Her eyes glazed over again. "Grog no NEED job. Grog need finansial compensation. Then

Grob blow popsical stand." She shook her head again and added "Sorry about that, Grog tends to get

a little angry at times."

"Who's Grog?" asked the bat, with a weird look on his face. "Long story." said the mouse. "It's my claim to fame:

I'm a channeler. Got more past lives in me then Shirly McLane. Everyone from Emily ****inson, to Vlaad the impailer. And of course, Cleopatra, but then everybody's been Cleopatra at one point or another... I guess you could say I'm a haunted mouse."

"Ouch..." Groaned the bat. "Tell me about it. It was supposed to land me a job working the Saterday Morning

timeslot... But my bosses didn't think a mouse with Multiple Personality Disorder was funny, so I was forced

into getting this job. Still have my hopes though. Anyway, Grog CLAIMES he's the guy who invented the

WHEEL... If you can beleave THAT..." "GROG NOT CLAIM DUMB MOUSE GIRL! GROG INVENT." she said banging her fist on the

ground. "Yeah. Sure, pal. Anyway, with the constant use of wheels in modern sociaty, Grog wants a big fat

check for the constant use of his idea." "Grog's ship came in... And Grog not even alive when ship invented."

"Oh, By the way, My real name is Kate. Well, Basket Kate... It's kind of a bad pun that nobody gets."

"May I ask just one more question?" "You just did. But you can ask another one if you want." "Well, I'm

kinda interested in getting myself outta here now and getting back to my coloney..." "Hey got news for you pal,

You now have a better chance at it then you did before." "How?" "Well, for one thing, let get a few ground rules

down..."

Meanwhile... At Jazz's rabbit hole.

"Hey bro, Wakey wakey. We're at Grandma's."

"Huh, Spaz... What happened... Did I make it through the date? Am I still on good terms with her at least?"

"Good terms? Try engagement terms." said the red rabbit with a chuckle. "You wouldn't beleave that smile on

Evas face. You'd have thought she won the lotto or something. She didn't even mention why she had to carry you

back home." >THUNK< "Ah, comeon bro. Don't start this again." Spaz brought his brother back to his feet.

"Ok... I can do this..." Jazz said paceing back and forth. "You still got the ring?" "Come on, Bro. I'm not going

ta lose anything THIS big..." Spaz said confidently, pulling a rock the size of his head out of his pocket.

This was one of the famous Diamonus gems Jazz had retreaved from Diamonus on his quest to rescue Eva.

He had sold most of his treasures to pay to cover traveling costs, but this one, the biggest he had found, he

kept for later. After he finally decided to ask Eva to marry him, he had it fitted for a possible wedding ring but still.

kept it secret as a surprize.

"Good. Make sure that ring stays safe. I'm counting on you, Spaz." “Aye aye, Mon Cap-e-tain!” Spaz saluted “Ze ring iz, how you say, Safe wiz moi.” Holding the gem at arms length as if it were the crown jewels, Spaz marched towards his room.

Jazz chuckled. 'Sometimes I wonder how he can still crack jokes when I'm about to just plain crack.' he thought to himself, as he started searching the teliphone book under 'Tuxes, Cheap'.

Meanwhile, In Devan's Lab:

The bat looked at his new duds in a small mirror. As kind of a birthday gift, Kate had given him a pair

of cool looking shades, and something that she called 'a bag of many things'. The bat thought it looked more like an orange backpack. “Looking sharp, kid.” Said Kate. “Now lets give ya a test run.” She pulled out a large alarm clock.

“What’s that for?” asked Batty. “Oh, just to signal a test subject or two.”

The alarm clock went off with a loud ringing noise. “HEY! TURN THAT THING OFF BEFORE SOMEBODY COMES!!” “That’s the point, kid…”

Meanwhile, just outside, a black rabbit with wavy black hair was stalking around the lab. Having been through the lab endless times before, she was used to going through unnoticed. All of a sudden, a loud noise, like an alarm shot out of a room just a few feet in front of her. The sounds of a bunch of solders coming to investigate was heard coming up behind her, and she was a little curious herself… What was going on with that noise?



Who is this mysterious rabbit, and why is she prowling Devans Lab? Will I servive my first encounter with a bunch of gaurds with my new form? How is Spaz able to crack jokes when Jazz is about to just plain crack? Just how many past lives does this crazy mouse girl have?





To Be Continued…



By the way, as with all my other charictors, Basket Kate is up for grabs for anyone who wants her. You can even give her all the extra personalities you want.





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"I seem to be the vary personafication of the rage to live- hit me, dunk me, insult me, I'll still hang in there.



-I wonder why."

-Howard the Duck



(RIP William Hanna)