A New Toony Life
A Roaring Junction Story
Carla Baker arrived in Roaring Junction, stepping off at "Roaring Junction Studios" the main toon film studio in the city. "Well, this looks like the place..." she said. Carla had been offered a part in a cartoon, and figured they would have her record her parts. She entered the studio, and looked for stage 4. The toon studios were where their namesakes filmed the shorts of their adventures, and they had gotten a lot of actors recently, so they had a lot to film. The studio had expanded greatly, and their productions became more elaborate. Carla was in awe over just how busy the studio was, with toons rushing every direction, including actors, stage hands, technicians, and a whole bunch of others. She soon found the correct studio and entered. The studio almost looked busier on the inside, with crowds of toons rushing in different directions, the only clear area the set. The short was about a family of rabbits, and their misadventures. She looked around and tried to ask for help, but no one in the crowd seemed to notice her at all, as she was pushed and shoved out of their many different ways until she bumped into someone sitting in a chair.
That someone happened to be a fellow actor, a fat cat toon. He turned to the girl, and his eyes behind his tea shade glasses widened. Ah, you must be Carla! We were waitin for ya!" The cat spoke with a slight accent, and wobbled to his feet and turned to her. "I'm Fenton Meowl. I'll be your fellow toon in this show!" He laughed a hardy laugh, and led Carla to a door. "You're a bit late, so I'll get you up to speed. Here, follow me." Felix squeezed through the doorframe with a pop, and Carla soon entered. The door closed behind her, and Carla tried to look around the diner room. "Um...Felix? What's going on? Is this a recording area or...?"
The lights turned on, revealing the area to be a locker room instead. Felix stood in front of one, opening it. "Woo, sorry about that, don't like talking about stuff like that in public." His voice no longer had the accent, and after getting the locker open, he put his hands to his cheeks and seemed to pull on his head, until it popped off and revealed itself to be a mask. Felix turned out to be an inkblot mouse toon, who tossed the mask into the locker and reached for a zipper that appeared on his back, unzipping the rest of the suit. The fat cat body fell away to reveal the mouse's slim toon body, and he stuffed the suit in the locker before stretching. He turned to Carla. "Sorry. I prefer to talk to new performers out of my toon suit. My name's actually Fenton Squeaker. So what's yours?" He finally saw the look of surprise on Carla's face. "Oh, sorry, I forget non toons don't know about toon stuff. Let me explain. You see, the studio recently had an influx of new toon performers, and we had to send them out to a bunch of other studios so this place wouldn't be torn apart! But with so many leaving, we needed to fill in for a few characters. So, these toon suits were made! They allow us to become different characters if we need to for the cartoons. Understand?"
Carla nodded. "I guess... So you're a mouse that dresses up like a cat?" Fenton shrugged. "I know, I know, it's ironic. Anyways, let's get suited back up. Your's should be in That locker over there." Carla went wide eyes as the toon got his suit back out. "What? I thought I was just gonna be voice acting...I can't put one of these on!" The mouse had already gotten the costume back on, and turned to her. "Sorry, but it's the only way. Besides, you'll learn to like it. And if it's any consolation, we didn't have recording booths anyway." Fenton squeezed through the door."But you should get dressed, filming starts soon." The mouse-slash-cat left, leaving Carla to open her locker and examine the toon suit.
Carla's suit was of a female toon rabbit, with orange fur and green hair, obviously made to resemble a carrot. It had a wide grin, two buck teeth, and a big round purple nose that wouldn't look out of place on a clown. The feet were big and had purple paws, and it wore the puffy white gloves most toons wore. The costume's outfit was a white dress with purple sillouettes of different vegetables covering it, and a purple sash around the waist with a bow in the back, right above a green cotton tail. It was cute by both human and toon standards, which made Carla feel a little better about it.
Seeing no other option, Carla sighed, undressed, and undid the large zipper on the costume's back. She slowly slipped into the suit, the legs stretching as she pulled them onto her own. She flexed the toes, which moved with a slight squeak against each other. Her legs had somehow thinned to the size of twigs, and yet could still support her somehow. She thought it was toon physics or something, so she continued to put it on. She pulled the arms on next, flexing her now four fingers to see if they were on right, producing another squeak. Her arms were now as thin as her legs, yet still worked perfectly fine. She zipped up the back a bit, and held up the mask. She stretched it on, the face snapping perfectly into place against her own, with her eyes now large enough to fill the mask's eye holes as well as turn them purple. She could hear through the toon suit's ears, and looked in a mirror at her self. "Wow, don't I look amazthing," she says, before realizing her new rabbit teeth gave a lisp. She sighs before heading out into the main studio.
Carla proceeded to film a few scenes by herself, getting used to toon physics affecting her harmlessly thanks to the suit. Anvils dropping on her, being stretched like Taffy, and getting blown up (both with tnt and with an air tank) had no permanent effect on her. Afterwards, Carla went to film a few scenes with Fenton, and found him talking to some scientist looking toon on set, and approached him. "Hey Fenton, ready to sthart filming?" The 'cat' turned to her with a worried expression. "Oh...you already got your you-know-what on..." Carla looked at him, confused. "Yeah, why? Isth something wrong?" Fenton directed to an empty area backstage, and pulled his mask up a bit. "Sorry, Carla, it turns out we hadn't tested toon suits on humans yet, and as it turns out, if a human puts one on, it becomes...permanent? So, you're kinda...stuck like this? For good?" Carla just looked at the mouse wide eyed as what he said sank in. She would be stuck as a rabbit toon? "What? I'm stuck as a bunny toon for good? That's..." Her surprise waned as she remembered all the fun gags she had done. She could never pull stuff like that off as a human, and she actually liked how she was as a toon, lisp and all. "...Perfectly fine, actually."
Fenton looked at her with an equal amount of surprise as she had had. "Really? You're...okay with this?" Carla nodded. "Okay...but you're going to need a toon name. 'Carla Baker isn't something that shouts 'cartoon star', so how about... Carrot Cakebaked?" The name clicked in her head, and Carla, or Carrot, accepted the name. "Yeah, that works perfffectly. So, readly to sthart fliming?" Fenton pulled his mask back down, and nodded. "Ready as I'll ever be, Carrot." He chuckled, and the two walked back onto the set. Carrot looked forward to her big break. Even though she would have a LOT of explaining to do to her friends and family, she loved being a toon.
Plus she started to like the lisp.