Maroon Cartoon Studios + Toontown (Roger Rabbit)

The studio that cheesy cartoon characters work for. Roger Rabbit and his wife Jessica works here.

Toontown is a toony village filled with, must I say it, cheesy cartoon characters.

*Cuddles, Toothy, Flaky, and Petunia are excited to get Roger's autograph.*

*Albino arrives in the tree. He is pointing his sniper rifle in order to find Roger Rabbit.*

Albino: ...*noticed Cuddles, mistaking him as Roger.* Hmph.. *shoots Cuddles, killing him.*

Flaky and Petunia: AAAAAAAAHHHH! *runs away, but was run over by an ambulance*

Toothy: *sobs* Waaaahh... ahh..!! *backs away and flees out of the topic.*

Albino: ....

Don Minjo over Albino's radio: That's not the rabbit you're looking for you idiot. He's not yellow or brown. He's white furred, wears red overalls, and acts like a complete idiot. Take him down with your bullets.

*Sam and Max arrives with the DeSoto.*

Sam: Here we are, Max, the infamous cartoon studio. Filled with cheesy actors and whatnot.

Max: We better look for Roger, Sam. The freelance police ALSO take autographs.

*Albino noticed the two from the tree.*

Albino: ....*whispers to the radio.*

Don Minjo over Albino's radio: Are you telling me that a 6-foot dog and a hyperkinetic rabbity thing are actually the freelance police? Hmm... Take them out, as they're trying to act like a bunch of stool pidgeons..

*Roger Rabbit is in his trailer, rehearsing for his next cartoon.*

Roger: "Now that's what I call a sticky situation!." Say, I think it's a good line!

*knock knock.*

Roger: Who is it?

Sam: Sam & Max: Freelance Police.

Roger: POLICE?! *eyes grow large* AAAAAAAAHH! *hides under his bed.* I didn't do anything! I swear!

Max: No, we're not here to arrest ya.... even though I have a sudden urge to bite your limbs off in a violent manner.

Sam: We're here because the Comissioner sent us to protect you from a vile mafia.

Roger: Mafia? I don't remember a mafia.

Sam: Apparently the bills you didn't pay belonged to them, and we're here to make sure you're A OK!.

Roger: P-P-P-Please! You better not lie.

Max: We're telling the truth ya know. Now come out!!

*Roger comes out of the bed and opens up the front door.*

Roger: Ha ha ha! You two are just toons. Well, a toon in need is a friend indeed.

Sam: As I was saying, the mafia are on to you, so we're making sure--

Roger: Oh don't worry about it. A single bullet won't kill a toon. Toons are indestructable.

Max: Oh yeah? *whips out the gun.* Well let's just test out this theory. *Blasts Roger in the face.*

Roger: *dazed; face covered in ashes.* See? Told ya! Eh he he he--

Sam: Great galloping gnats with measles! Not even an anvil, saw, or anything else dangerous can destroy him.

Max: HE'S IMPOSSIBLE TO DESTROY!! DAMN YOU STUPID RABBIT!!

Director: Roger! You're on in 10 minutes! Better hurry up, or Baby Herman will have a hissy fit.

Roger: That's my cue. Well, adios! Au reviour! Astalla vista! *runs to the studio.*

Sam: That's impossible. How can a single character is impervious to anything?

Max: It's hard to believe that even a single snake's venom couldn't kill him, even for 15 minutes.

Sam: But something tells me that he's not all impervious.

Max: What do you mean? Are they invulernable to anything but one?

Sam: Yep.

Max: Hey Sam, if he says that we're also toons, mind if I test out my gun on you?

Sam: Don't even think about it, Little Buddy.

Max: Aww. Alright.

LWB appears outside Maroon Cartoon Studios.

LWB: Wow, this place is more detailed than any other place I've been to! Now to look for the rabbit. *Heads towards the entrance.*

Security Guard: WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING! *Grabs LWB* Do you have the Studio Pass to enter?!

*Meanwhile...*

Director: OK! Quiet on the set!

Baby Herman: Don't mess this up, rabbit, or else.

Roger: OK! You can count on me, Herman!

Director: OK! Places people. Good. Alright, lights, camera, action!

*Roger and Baby Herman are doing a typical cartoon plot, but...*

Director: CUT! Roger, how many times do I have to tell you!? We don't need no damn birds, we need stars!

Roger: OH COME ON! I can do better! *Hits himself with a mallet, making bells appear* P-P-Please! *now curse words appear* I'll do better next time.

Director: Urgh... Take five everyone. Let Roger find his "stars."

Sam: Well, this should be an addition to a blooper reel.

Max: A bunch of failures collected into one tape? Sounds whacked, yo!

Sam: By the way, what's that you got?

Max: Oh this? *holds up the page, thinking it was a hankie* This is actually my hankie with words on it.

Sam: Well it's nothing important anyway.

*Albino is behind the fridge, who he disguised as an old lady.*

Sam: Holy heaping hot tamales which explode into a trillion pieces!

Max: What is it, Sam?

Sam: A hitman.

Roger: Hitman!?!? *eyeballs popping at Albino* YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH! *crashes through the wall.*

LWB: Umm, no?

Security Guard: No pass, no entry. *kicks LWB out.* And don't make me catch you again.

LWB: *Butt skids on road.* Oww! *Rubs backside.* Well now how am I supposed to get inside!?

*A manhole is near LWB*

LWB: Hmm?

LWB takes his brush to the manhole cover. The paint turns into a crow bar tip which he uses to lift the manhole cover off.

LWB: Great, just like old times. *Jumps into the sewers.*

*The sewer leads to the otherside of the border, which goes to the Maroon Cartoon Studios' bathroom.*

LWB: *Sniffs air.* OH MY LORD!!! *Covers where nose should be.* Ugh, this place smells worse than the Toad Town sewers! *Walks down the sewer way.*

*Sewer rats are coming at LWB*

LWB: Oh, oh, EW! EEEWWW!!! GO AWAY!!!

*The Sewer Rats dogpiles LWB*

LWB: Oh, god... I can already feel the germs crawling onto me!

The paint on LWB's brush turns into a hammer head. LWB takes his brush and spins around, knocking all the rats off himself.

*There is an exit in front of LWB*

LWB: That's it, I'm outta here! *Exits through the... exit.*

*LWB is now at the stage where Sam and Max are.*

Sam: *point a gun at Albino* Freelance Police! You're under arrest.

Albino: ...*points an AK-47 at Sam and Max.*

Max: I should call him a silent killer.

Sam: You baffle me sometimes, Max.

LWB: ? *Pops head back out the exit, then looks back inside.* This dimention is weird...

Max: Guess we don't have anything to say before we die, eh Sam?

Sam: It's going to take a miracle to save our lives, Max.

Albino: *grins as he is about to pull the trigger.*

Max: Oh, before I die, can I read this page? *whips out the page

Albino: ...*slaps his own head.*

LWB: *Notices the page.* Hey! That's a page to the book of life! Give me that!

*Albino points the AK-47 at LWB as he is a witness*

Sam: He's distracted!

Max: Cool! Shall we beat him senseless and rip his arms and legs off and donate the rest of his organs to the hospital?

Sam: Can't think of a reason not to!

*Sam and Max beats up Albino. Albino runs out of the topic, leaving a trail of footprints.*

Sam: Damn, he got away. Good thing he left his footprints.

Max: Ooh! Let's go chase him down with a rusty knife.

Sam: Rusty knife? Please.

Max: Ok, how about a big electrical butterfly net?

Sam: Sounds good enough to me!

*Sam and Max leaves the topic, which they drop the page.*