A Stylistic Situation By Leloni Bunny (lbunny@wingsisp.com) WARNING: There is some slight TTBS humor in this story. For that reason, I'm putting a PG-13 rating on this fanfiction. "Hiya, Toonsters! Buster Bunny here.." "Along with Babs Bunny." "No relati--Yeek!" Babs looked up, waaaaaaaay up, at her co-host. "Um, Buster," she said, "I know you've always been taller than me. But you shouldn't be _that_ tall." "Actually, Babsie, you've shrunk," Buster told her. "Say what?" Buster reached off-screen and pulled a full-length mirror into the shot. "Here, look for yourself," he said. The pink bunny glanced at her reflection and shouted, "AIEE! I-I look like a CHILD!" "Um, technically, you _are_ a child," Buster corrected. "Yeah, but not like _this_ I'm not!" she replied. Indeed, her style did make her look more like a toddler than a teenager. "Buster, WB didn't rehire Wang to draw us again, did they?" He shook his head. "No, Tokyo Movie Shinsa was our last animation studio, remember? Thanks to our Halloween special; 'Tiny Toon Adventures Night Ghoulery' of course." "That's what I thought. Then what happened?" Babs asked. She'd always hoped to remain forever young, but her Wang style was _not_ what she'd had in mind. "I dunno," said Buster, rubbing his chin. He couldn't help but notice that his own hands did seem a bit larger than normal. After a moment's thought, he cried, "I've got it!" Babs shied away from him. "Well, don't give it to me!" she teased. "Well, if you really don't want it, fine. I won't tell you how to fix your style," he replied, putting his hands on his hips. "No no! I want it! I really, really want it. Anything's better than this ill-drawn toddler look," Babs said. "OK, try hopping off-screen and then coming back on." Babs blinked. "You sure about that?" Buster shrugged. "It usually fixes everything else." Since the duo were standing in front of Buster's tree stump burrow, Babs turned and quickly dove into it. While Babs did so, Buster looked at his own reflection in the mirror. Babs had been right! He _was_ taller than normal. He hadn't been this tall since 'Hog Wild Hamton'. It wasn't that he'd hated Akom's style exactly. It was just that they had a tendency to animate him in a very awkward preteen style. His legs were too long and his body was too short. Yet, his hands and feet were too big. In fact, Buster almost felt too insecure anymore to speak. He was afraid that his voice might start to crack again like it did in "Cinemaniacs". Seconds later, Babs emerged from Buster's burrow. The blue bunny had been right. Leaving and returning on-screen _did_ fix things.. sort of. "Did it work?" Babs asked nervously. Buster turned to answer her. His jaw suddenly hit the grass and a wide-eyed drooly look spread across his face. He could only stutter in response. Fearing the worst, Babs rushed over to the mirror and pushed Buster aside. "AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" she shrieked. Poor Babs felt like crying. Next to Kennedy, Startoons had been the worst animation studio that Tiny Toon Adventures had ever had! And Startoons was the unfortunate style Babs was in now. "This is _awful_, hideous, terrible!" she cried. "But I like it! I like it!" Buster said. Ignoring him, Babs continued, "Now what am I going to do?" "I dunno, I think that style really works for you," Buster replied, still wearing a goofy love-struck expression. Taking Buster's chin in her paw, Babs forced his gaze up to her face instead of her... lower areas. "Buster," she began in a sweet tone, "Do you _really_ wanna work with _this_ pus again?" She pointed at her own face. Doing his best to not look repulsed, Buster noted, "Good point. Well, you could try hopping off-screen again." Babs quickly held up her hands in defense. "NO WAY! I got Startoons this time. I don't even want to think about what I might get _next_ time!" "Another good point. Hmm, ok, try spin changing. Maybe that'll fix things," Buster suggested. Glaring at him, Babs said, "Forget it! I was the guinea rabbit last time. This time _you_ do it." "Ok," Buster was not nearly as accomplished as Babs at spin changes. But he gave it a try anyway. With a twist of his arms, he became a blue whirl. Seconds later, he stopped. He had indeed changed style... and size... and color! He looked in the mirror and had the same reaction Babs did at seeing herself in Startoons' style, "AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" "Oh Buster..." Babs trailed off. Buster's medium blue fur had changed to a bright seafoam blue. He was now so short that his legs were almost nonexistent. As he moved, his motions and expressions were so over-exaggerated that it was scary. Buster had, in affect, become the worst nightmare -- a Kennedy toon. "Ok, scratch the spin change," he said in an unamused tone. Buster attempted to spin change back to the Akom style. They may have given him an awkward early adolescent look, but at least they could draw better than Kennedy. Unfortunately, this, too, proved disastrous. Upon spin changing, Buster did get his dark blue fur color back. But, instead of Akom, he remained Kennedy -- "Buster And The Wolverine" style Kennedy at that! "And you wanted _me_ to try that?" Babs tried to joke. The blue bunny sighed. This whole mess was starting to get serious. He did, however, have one card left to play, "Wait, maybe the animator can fix our styles! When all else fails, the animators are always there to help us." "It's worth a try," Babs agreed. The duo turned their gaze skyward. "Hey up there! Little help?" they hollered. In response, a small piece of paper fluttered down to the bunnies. Buster caught it and read it aloud, "Animator temporarily out of order. Please try again later?" "_NO_ animator?!" Babs cried, "Geez, no spin changes, no off-screen jumps.. Buster, this is getting serious." "I know. And, what's worse is that now I _really_ don't know what to do," Buster replied in an overexaggerated manner. "Well, when there's nowhere else at all to turn, I guess we have to go back to ACME Loo. If anyone can help us, it'd be Calamity Coyote," said Babs. "Good idea," Buster agreed. On their way to ACME Loo, the bunnies passed the junk yard and heard a sobbing sound coming from inside. "Is that-" Buster began. "FIFI!" Babs finished for him. She bounded over to the skunkette's Cadillac home and beat on the door. "Feef? Fifi! Are you ok?" she called. "Non, I am not," came the tear-filled reply. "Can you open the door?" Buster called. "NON!" Fifi shouted. "Go away! I am... um... not well." "You too?" Babs asked. "Huh?" They heard the sounds of locks being undone. A moment later, Fifi flung open the door and all three toons gasped when they saw at each other. The bunnies thought they'd had it bad. Fifi was even worse off! At least _they_ still had color. Poor Fifi was completely in gray tones. Her style had been pushed back to the 30s. Even her tears were gray. "My gosh! Feef, how'd this happen?" Babs gasped. She had a feeling that she already knew though. Fifi tried to explain. "Je ne sais pas! Je woke up zis (sniffle) morning. (sob) Y qu'est cé je reguarde le mirror, je-je suis UGLY! (sniffle) I 'ave been stuck like zis (sob, sniffle) ever since." "Once more in English please," Buster said, looking confused. Babs handed her friend a tissue. "I think she said that she had about the same experience that we did," she explained. Fifi nodded. She blew her nose. As her tears calmed down a bit, she got a better look at the bunnies. With a half-hearted smile, she said to Babs, "Zank goodness zat Startoons nevair drew moi body. Tiny Toons would've lost eet's G rating for certainamont." "Aheheh," Babs chuckled, turning beet-red. She nonchalantly tried to pull her blouse collar up a bit. But, since there wasn't much of a collar there in the first place, it was pretty much a futile attempt. "Anyone got a scarf I could borrow?" she asked with a weak chuckle. The others coughed and tried to change the subject. "You mean you 'ave been stuck like zis all day asi?" asked Fifi. Buster nodded. "More or less, yeah." "The worst part is that no matter what we try, nothing helps. In fact, it only seems to get worse," Babs added. Fresh tears filled Fifi's eyes again. "Zen we _are_ in trouble! Eef you two can't fix _your_ styles, zen I know I cannot eithair!" "Maybe you'd better come to the Looniversity with us then," said Buster. "Yeah, if anyone would know how to fix this, it'll be Calamity," Babs agreed. Fifi began to look hopeful again. "Magnifique!" Within a record amount of time, the trio reached the Looniversity. For the most part, the school was empty. A few of the smarter kids were still there probably working on extra-credit assignments (or perhaps they had simply forgotten that they had homes to go to). The bunnies and skunkette noticed that the other students seemed to be badly-drawn too. Yet, since most of them were merely extras for the shows, they didn't seem to care as much. Calamity was certain to be in his mentor's lab, experimenting with whatever he could get his hands on. As they neared Wile E.'s laboratory, the trio could hear the familiar sounds of electricity flow and chemicals bubbling. Buster knocked on the lab's door. No one answered. He knocked again. Still, there was no answer. "Calamity must really be working hard," he guessed as he opened the door. Calamity was standing near a generator as the toons entered. He didn't look up or anything. He didn't even seem to notice their presence. The group tried clearing their throats. Nothing! Calamity didn't move at all. "Calamity?" Babs asked. Strangely, the coyote didn't even jump at the sound of her voice. He still just stood there, motionless. Cautiously, the trio walked over to him. Buster tapped him on the back -- and leaped back as the coyote fell forward like a flat piece of paper! "Don't look, girls!" he shouted, shielding Fifi and Babs's eyes. Too late: the girls had already seen what had happened. Fifi stared in horror at the flat coyote. "My goodness... Eez he? ... I-I mean has he...?" Fighting the urge to be sick, Buster bent down and carefully felt for a pulse. "No," he said with a slight look of relief, "he's not dead. And he's not squashed either. He's -- I don't know -- Somehow, he's in suspended animation." "How can he be in suspended animation? He's flat," Babs reminded Buster. Buster looked up at her with a slightly annoyed expression. "Ok, Miss Smarty tail, what would _you_ call this?" "'E looks more like a piece of paper zan a drawing," noted Fifi. "Yeah, he does,' Babs agreed. "In fact he looks more like one of o-u-r....." She gulped. "Like one of our what, Babsie?" In a slightly shaking voice, Babs continued, "Buster, think 'Golden Books'. Remember 'Hurray for Hamton'?" "Anozair book zat deed not include moi," Fifi muttered under her breath. Buster gasped. "You don't mean..." His pink counterpart nodded. "Um, Buster, I don't usually say this but I'M _SCARED_!" Hoping to comfort her, Buster put a paw on her shoulder. Unfortunately, he was too short. He only came up to about her chest area in size. That was _not_ something he particularly wanted to look up at. So, he settled for just taking her paw. "Don't worry Babsie, we'll think of _something_. We always do," he said. Suddenly, Fifi snapped her fingers. "I've got eet! Eef zere are students in zee school, zen, zee principal eez 'ere too!" she exclaimed. "Hey! That's right," said Babs, cheering up. "Yeah, if anyone can help us now, it's Bugs," Buster cried. They quickly rushed out of the lab and zipped down the halls to the principal's office. For once, they would be _glad_ to see the principal. Buster knocked on the door. "Come in," called the Brooklyn-accented voice. Not needing to be told twice, the three toons entered Bugs's office. They were a little surprised to see Bugs's chair facing the window instead of the door, though. Usually, he was always ready to welcome a student into his office. "Um, Bugs, we have a serious problem," Buster spoke for the group. "I know all about it, Buster," the voice said. "You do?!" the kids cried in unison. The chair suddenly swerved around. Buster, Babs and Fifi's jaws dropped to the floor. What sat in Bugs's chair was the most hideous sight they had seen so far. "B-B-Bugs?" Babs asked. The badly-drawn rabbit nodded. "I'm afraid so, kiddo." Although Tokyo Movie Shinsa had done a generally good job on the animation for "Buster & Babs Go Hawaiian", there had been a few... less than perfect bits of animation. Somehow, Bugs was now drawn in the stick figure parody of the 13-year-old trio of girls' storyboards that they had sent to WB. "Bugs, who _did_ this?" Babs asked. The formerly gray rabbit stood up. "Dat, I'm afraid I don't know. But, I do have my suspicions." "Like who?" Buster wanted to know. "Well, I made a few phone calls. Everyone I could get in touch wit' is havin' style problems. Besides you t'ree, which now I can take yer names off da suspect list judging by yer styles, dere were a few others' phones dat I couldn't get an answer to," Bugs explained. He opened a drawer in his desk and took out a piece of paper. He handed it over to the toons. "Odd," said Babs as she glanced over Buster's shoulder at the list. "The only names not marked off on this list are ours, Shirley's, Hamton's and Monty's." The group glanced at each other. "Monty." "Why that lousy, rotten chiseling little brat! I'm gonna pound him so bad that he'll _wish_ he was a Kennedy toon again!" Babs snarled. Buster clenched the paper in his hands, crinkling it. "Of all the dirty things he's done.. _NOW_ it's PERSONAL!" He suddenly realized what he'd just done. Quickly smoothing the paper out, he handed it back to Bugs, looking apologetic. "Sorry," he said. While the bunnies talked, Fifi had been trying to reach Shirley via her cell phone. Sighing, she clicked the dial tone for what seemed the hundredth time. No matter how many times she tried, the phone was never answered. She turned to the others. "Well, on our way to tearing Monty up, could we stop at Shirley's? I 'ave also been trying to call 'er all day weeth no answer. I'm really worried," the skunkette said. "Sure," Buster and Babs said. With a quick good-bye to Bugs, the toons set off to mangle - er- visit Montana Max. Awhile later, they found themselves at Shirley's doorstep. Babs knocked on the door. "After what we've seen so far, I'm almost afraid to find out what's happened to Shirley," Buster said. The trio prepared themselves by trying to imagine what the worst really was that could happen to Shirley. A sound of something thumping against the inside of the door snapped them back to attention. The thumps grew louder and more frequent. Getting worried, Babs leaned against the door, "Shirl? Are you ok?" "Like, no! Help me!" a strangely high pitched voice called out. "Stand back!" ordered Fifi. The bunnies leaped off the steps as Fifi turned around. She aimed her long tail at the door and fired! The awful stink was more than enough to overtake the door. It melted into an inky puddle. Buster and Babs were quick to fan the smell away. "You know, you might want to check with the NRA to see if you need a license for that tail, Feef," Babs told her friend. Grinning, Fifi pulled a slip of paper from a body pocket. "Eet eez already licensed," she said as she held it up to Babs. It was, in fact, a registered license for her tail. "One of these days, I'm gonna learn to keep my comments to myself," Babs chuckled. "But zat would be no fun," grinned the skunkette. All joking was put aside as the trio peered into Shirley's house. There, sitting in the middle of the floor, was a Tokyo Movie Shinsa animated Baby Shirley! "Like, Goo?" was the only thing she could say. Her big round eyes pleaded for help. Three forlorn faces peered back at her. Babs leaned over the puddled mess of a door and picked Shirley up while Fifi placed a quick call to Bugs. Shirley's name could be taken off Bugs's list of suspects. Soon the quartet of toons arrived at Monty's mansion. They were feeling more than ready to get their vengeance on Monty. With fisted hands ready, Buster punched the doorbell. "Mon-ey." "Come on out, Monty!" the blue hare shouted. Fifi readied her tail for use and Buster steadied himself to pounce the little brat. If they had to, they were going to torture Max into returning their styles to normal. As the door opened, Babs was the first to speak up. "Now, you listen here Mont-- Holy!" What greeted their eyes was definitely _not_ Montana Max. She wasn't even a guy at all. She was, well, drop dead gorgeous! Her shoulder-length red hair curled about her delicate face. Her figure was slender, yet very attractive. The only odd thing about her was that her clothes didn't quite seem to fit. Her white skirt was almost _too_ short and her blue and white shirt seemed too small for her form. Even the bow-tied skull on her head seemed rather small for its wearer. Babs, Fifi and even Shirley managed a jealous look. "Homina-homina-homina," Buster stuttered. "Who are you?" The girl responded by bending over and squeezing the tar out of Buster. "Oh, thank goodness you're here, Mr. Hippity-Hop! Maxy-waxy is sick and my clothes don't fit! And I feel really weird. Please tell me you know how to fixy-wixy this messy-wessy!" she sobbed. "ELMYRA?!" everyone gasped. "What?" Elmyra asked. Then she noticed Shirley. "Oh! What a cutesy-wutesy baby ducky-wucky! Can I hold her?" "Like, NO WAY!" scolded Shirley and Babs in unison. The baby loon wanted to also remind Elmyra that she _wasn't_ a 'ducky' but a loon. Unfortunately, all she really could do was babble in baby talk. Buster finally broke free of Elmyra's grasp. Rubbing his neck, he asked, "What do you mean Monty's sick?" "He's sick! He's laying in bed and looks awful," the redhead explained. "Come on, I'll show you." She led the group through the mansion towards Monty's room. "'Ow do you know 'e eez sick?" asked Fifi, still feeling wary of Elmyra. She stopped and turned to face them. In the most serious voice that any of them had ever heard from her, she replied, "He _called_ and asked _me_ to come over." Quietly, Elmyra opened Monty's bedroom door. "Monty-wonty? The hippity-hops are here to see you." "Tell them to get lost!" Monty growled, "I don't want them seeing me like this." As usual, Buster and the girls refused to take no for an answer. They barged past Elmyra and into the dark room. "Now, you listen to me, Montana..." Buster trailed off. "Geez, it's dark in here. Someone wanna turn on a light, please," Babs balanced Shirley in one arm and hit the wall switch with her free hand. When she turned to face Monty, the pink bunny almost dropped Shirley anyway. The richest kid in Acme Acres was in terrible shape. Freelance Cartoons had hit Monty with a vengance. True, Monty was not an attractive toon, but his "Rent-a-Friend" short from TTA was a bit more then even _he_ deserved. "Oh no! You mean Monty got hit by this too?" Buster asked to no one in particular. Max glared at him. "You think _I_ did this on purpose? Get a clue, rabbit!" Noticing Babs, he added, "At least you actually look decent for once." "Oh, shut up," Babs snapped. The sooner she got away from her Startoons look, the better. Fifi made a second call to Bugs. Even he was surprised to hear that Max had been restylized. "Hmm," said Bugs, "if it's not Monty, den dat only leaves one toon." "Eet cannot be!" protested Fifi. "Ya won't know 'til ya go find out," Bugs told her. Hesitantly, she agreed. Fifi clicked the receiver and addressed the group, 'Mes amis, we 'ave to visit 'Amton." "There is _no_ way Hamton could've done this," Babs stated while the group walked to Hamton's house. The polecat agreed, "Oui! 'E eez too sweet of a guy to do such a 'orrid thing." "Besides," Buster said, "old Hammy doesn't have any motivation for this kind of thing. Plucky would, but not Hamton." Shirley tried her best to add to the discussion. "Like, goo." "Mais, Bustair, Bugs deed say zat he got in touch weeth Plucky aussi. 'E eez 'aving zee style problems like we are," Fifi reminded him. "I know. I know," Buster admitted. "But, still-- HAMTON of all people?" "We'll soon find out," said Babs. They had come to Hamton's house. Taking a deep breath, Buster knocked on the door. When no one answered, he knocked again. "Hamton? Hey pal, it's Buster. Can we come in?" Silence was their only reply. As they waited for a response, they saw a big purple-and-black glob of fur walk down the street. It seemed to be dragging something along with it. "Dizzy?" Fifi called out. "Huh?" The purple glob turned to face them. It was Dizzy Devil, all right. He, at least, was decently drawn save for the immense black lines around his form. Wang's interpretation of 'Debutante Devil' had left something to be desired in its line quality. A quality which Dizzy was now lacking. The object he was dragging turned out to be something that looked like a blonde Elmyra. He hadn't actually been dragging her at all. She was just so horrified by her own new style that she insisted Dizzy help her try to hide her form as he walked her home. "Come on, Dizzy," she said in a soft voice. "I don't want to be seen like this!" The duo quickly hurried off down the sidewalk towards the blonde's house. "Wasn't that 'Mitzy'?" Buster guessed thoughtfully. "At least now we know who Elmyra got 'er new style from," Fifi noted. "Yeah," said Babs, "but we're no closer to finding out who redid the styles." She knocked on the pig's door again. "Hammy?" "'Amton!" Fifi yelled. No one was responding. Buster tried the doorknob. Surprisingly, it turned with no problems. He and the girls entered Hamton's house calling his name. When the pig didn't answer them, they began searching for him. Babs set Shirley down so she could look as well. Noticing something strange near the TV, Shirley crawled over to it. Some of the wall beside the TV was torn. She tried to call to the others but could only manage baby talk. So, the baby loon did the only thing left she could think of. She let out an ear-splitting baby cry. The bunnies and Fifi ran from all sides of the house. They ended up crashing into each other in the living room. "Hey! Zis eez not 'jellypile on zee skunkette' time you know. Get off of moi!" Fifi cried from the bottom of the pile. "That's 'jampile'," Babs corrected the skunkette as she got to her feet. She and Buster quickly pulled Fifi to her feet. They turned to Shirley. "What is it?" Buster asked. Shirley pointed to the tear in the wall. Upon examining it, Buster found that it was actually more than wide enough for him to get through. He poked his head through the tear. Instantly, he backed out, looking white as a sheet. "Buster, what-?" Babs started to ask but Buster hushed her. "Shh!" he ordered. "Follow me and be _quiet_." He went back through the tear. Babs, Fifi and Shirley followed him. Somehow, the tear led to an animator's room. Various photos of the Tiny Toon characters hung about the room. A bright light hung over a large easel. Beside it were books about drawing and folders full of papers. A mirror and a few props were on the other side of the easel. A small office chair sat in front of the easel. In the chair sat Hamton. Without turning around, he said, "So, you guys finally figured it out, eh?" Fifi gasped. "'Amton, you deed zis?" The pig turned to face the surprised and confused group. "Yes, I did it," he said, "I did it all." Buster's anger was apparent in his very overexaggerated motions. "Hamton, I oughtta..." "What's the matter, Buster?" Hamton teased. "Aren't you enjoying your ever-so-cool old style?" Barely managing to find the words, Babs asked, "You? But, but _why_ Hamton? WHY would you do this to us?" Hamton grinned in an uncharacteristically evil way. "Why? Because you and Buster cost me the cartoon that was to be _MY_ starring vehicle, that's _why_. You weren't even sorry about it, either! You guys were always the most popular ones. You two got _everything_. You guys and the duck, that is. So, I finally got even." "Wha-what'd you do to Plucky?" Buster asked. "Let's just say that Pluckster's having a 'double headed' argument right about now,' answered the pig as he twirled his pencil in one hand. "But this isn't your nature. You're not a vicious person," protested the ill-drawn blue bunny. "Everyone has a little nasty streak," Hamton stated flatly. "So," Fifi snapped,enraged, "you deed _ZIS_ to MOI and everyone else just because of _ONE_ cartoon?!" This seemed to catch Hamton off-guard. His triumphant expression turned downcast. "No," he admitted softly. "Zen WHY? And zis _bettair_ be good." Fifi folded her arms across her chest. Sighing, the pig explained, "I-I'm sorry for what I did to you, Feef. But, well, I just felt so left out of everything. Everyone remembers you guys. But hardly anyone remembers the lacky pig. I just felt so obscure next to all of you. I tried to do cool things. I really did. But it seemed like nothing I ever did got much attention. So I did something a bit more drastic... I guess I went overboard, didn't I?" As if trying to answer him, Shirley threw her rattle at his head. Being a baby, she had lousy aim, so it bounced off of his foot instead. "Ow!" Hamton winced. "I guess I deserved that." He looked at his friends. "I'm sorry guys. Can you ever forgive me for all of this?" "First you fix our styles. _Then_ we'll talk," Babs said. A few days later, some of the toons got together at Weenie Burgers. "Hey, where's that swine-er-Hamton?" Plucky said. He was especially glad to be back in the Tokyo Movie Shinsa style. The second head Hamton had given him was a real jerk. It had been even more egotistical and self-centered than the original duck ever was. "Oh, like, haven't you heard?" Shirley replied. "He's, like, doing 30 days in Juvenile Hall for causing so much trouble." Mary Melody spoke up. "I kind of feel sorry for him though. I mean, all he wanted was someone to pay attention to him. I can relate to that." "I guess we do take him for granted," said Babs. "I didn't even realize that it bothered him so much," said Buster. "Moi eithair," chimed in Fifi. She felt especially bad for the pig. After all, the duo had gone to the prom together. She felt like she should've noticed _something_ was bothering him. "Well, I for one will _never_ take Hamton for granted again!" Plucky declared. Babs smiled at him. "That's great, Plucky." "Yeah, I mean, if he was diabolical enough to come up with that style idea, imagine what other ideas he must have in that swiney head of his!" said the duck. 'Gee, you're all heart, Plucky," Babs said sarcastically. "In a way, Plucky is right," said Buster. "I'll never take our porker pal for granted again." "Me either," agreed the others. Meanwhile, Hamton had a visitor in Juvenile Hall. "It was nice of you to come see me here," he said to his visitor. "Th-th-think nothing of it, Hamton," said Porky Pig. "You know, I know j-j-j-j, uh, exactly what you're going through." "You do?" "Y-yeah, sometimes I feel k-kinda left out of the Looney T-t-t-t-t, characters too. Everyone remembers Bugs, Daffy and even P-P-Pepe Le Pew. But I'm not always mentioned. Don't let it get you down, Hamton," Porky said comfortingly. "It still seems so unfair," the younger pig protested. "I know I'm not as wild and zany as Buster and the rest. But, I'm just as funny as they are. I just wanted everyone to notice me too." "Oh, Hamton. It may not seem like it, b-b-b-but everyone _does_ notice you." Hamton's eyes widened. "Really?" Porky nodded and set a 12-inch-thick notebook on the table between them. "You see th-th-th-these? Th-they're all fanfics from TTA fans. You're in a good 80% of those st-st-st-st-st-st, uh, writings. Maybe not a big part, but they do remember you." "Gosh, Porky," said Hamton as he flipped through some of the stories. "I never realized that I was so important to people." The elder pig smiled. 'W-w-well, now you know." Before Hamton could say anything else, Slappy Squirrel walked up to him. "Do you two yutzes realize that you sound like an after-school special?" Both pigs exchanged glances. "Y-y-y-you're right," Porky agreed. Hamton quickly produced a lit stick of dynamite and tossed it at Slappy. "Here you go!" He and Porky dove under the table as Slappy caught the explosive. "Now wait a minute. That's _MY_ shtick!" she yelled. Unfortunately, she forgot to defuse the dynamite before she said anything. It exploded, charring her grey fur black. In a dazed voice she said, "Well... I knew I'd get it sooner or later... but _not_ from a darned PIG of all things." As quickly as she'd appeared, Slappy dropped back out of the scene. The pigs peeked out from under the table. Porky patted his protegé on the head. "N-n-n-nice job, Hamton. J-j-j-just because we're pigs doesn't mean we can't cause a li-li-li, uh, some mayhem too once in a while." THE END As one last note, I should mention that all opinions stated about the various animation studios' styles are my own and are not actual facts. Special thanks to KeV Beeley (KeV@faboo.demon.co.uk) for editing help. And a very _HUGO_ thanks go to Renee Carter Hall (renjef@earthlink.net) for editing help (especially considering all the corrections she had to make). All TTA/LT characters are (C) 1999 Warner Bros. Inc.