Tiny Toon Adventures: The Visitor By: Daniel Davis (bear@netexp.net) Edited by: Jodie Sullivan (lbunny@wingsisp.com) thanks for the assistance with Bugs's accent. The fox landed hard on the ground, and was annoyed by the birds circling his head. 'What a way for the day to start!' He thought to himself. Looking around at the fantastic landscape that surrounded him, he quickly pulled on his glasses not believing it. No, his eyes weren't playing tricks on him. Off in the distance, he could actually see an eyeball wearing a hat, and carrying a magnifying glass. It was walking around with all sorts of other things that his logical mind told him was impossible. 'I must be dreaming all this. That's the only explanation,' he thought, getting to his feet and walking off. So intent was he in watching all oddities around him, the fox didn't even notice that he had walked right off a cliff and was walking in mid-air. The fox let out a scream, noting there was nothing at all holding him up. He started to fall. By grabbing the cliff in front of him, the fox was barely able to stop himself from becoming one with the earth so many feet below him. Quickly before his strength failed him, he pulled himself up over the ledge, remembering what he had originally set out to do this morning, pick wild berries. . "Alright if this is a dream, why didn't I wake up?" the fox said, looking back over the edge "And if this isn't a dream why didn't I fall walking off the cliff back there?" "Everything indicates you are awake, and the only logical explanation is that in this dimension what we normally consider the normal laws of physics don't apply here," the box clipped to his sock stated. "Can't you give me something more to go on, other than what is obvious?" "I don't have anything more to give you, other then that, I detect structures in the direction you were headed," the box commented. "Thanks," the fox sighed, wondering what was going to happen next. "Babsy, could that be the new transfer student? He looks a little old though," Buster said, spotting the tall tan figure walking their way. "Well I've never seen him around before. So, it must be him." she replied. 'At least this isn't *too* unusual,' the fox thought to himself, spotting the two figures walking his way. He was still slightly bemused by recent experiences. The fox quickly sat down to avoid falling as woozy as he felt. "So who routed him through Wackyland?" Buster asked, looking over the fox that was probably close to six foot tall. "The writer, who else? Maybe he doesn't know anything about it. If that's the case this could be one weird story. I think that fox needs to talk to his agent, unless his is like mine," Babs sighed. "Just great, another un-informed hack taking a swing at a Tiny Toons story and us in the middle of it. It appears," he said, approaching the fox. "Are you ok?" "Very shaken up, but otherwise ok for almost high diving off a cliff without a parachute. What was that place? And, for that matter, where am I?" the fox asked still very confused as he swatted at the stars circling his head. "Wackyland, the craziest place around Acme Acres. Large parts of it are still uncharted. Anyways, we need to get going before we're late for school," Buster said, pulling the large tan fox to his feet. He was slightly nervous about what this character ate. 'At least this place_looks_ normal enough,' the fox thought, dashing after the rabbits. 'Correction, not normal, my arms aren't fifteen feet long!' he thought as the rest of his body suddenly followed, leaving behind an after image. They quickly arrived at a building that the fox assumed, rather correctly, was a school. There was a large variety of species entering it, and some of them were unusual colors, but that didn't bother him in the least. 'I've seen worse at home,' he thought, running into a large black duck. "Well what do we have here?" the duck said, spitting everywhere. "Our new transfer student, Daffy," Buster said. "They dropped him in Wackyland." "Awe, poor baby, let Fifi 'elp you out," a purple skunk said, approaching. Some of the other students wilted off to the side from her smell. "No thanks, I'll be fine," the fox replied, backing away from the skunk. "Alright, class, I see our new transfer student, Fox, has arrived," Daffy said, starting the homeroom. "Buster, since you and Babs found him, you might as well help direct him around school for the rest of the day." "Thanks," the fox replied, grateful for the help offered. His curiosity about this place was asserting itself. Out of the wall clock, a lime green bird popped, saying something about if you're late for class you're cuckoo. Off to the side, the fox watched a green duck's eyes get larger than his head. The fox couldn't see what the duck was looking at, but it certainly had his attention. Babs noticed the fox staring at Plucky so intently. "What? Haven't you ever seen wild takes before?" Babs asked the fox on the way to their next class. "That is Plucky Duck by the way." "No, absolutely not. Getting wide eyed for me doesn't mean my eyes threaten or pop out of my head. My pupils just get very large," he commented firmly, considering all of this. "Alright, class, dis is 'Classic Animation Class: 101'. What do we have here, Doc?" a tall gray rabbit, with white muzzle and chest patch, asked. "Our new transfer student Bugs, Fox," Buster replied. "Excuse me, but I've finally got my bearings and I'm not your transfer student," the fox said, "Of that I'm sure." "Really? Ya coitainly look like da pic'ure I was sent," Bugs answered as Arnold and Lil' Sneezer showed up behind him, wearing police officer uniforms "A little olda, but yer him. Show up tomorrow for class, Doc, or I'll send da tuancy officas afta yas." "Computers, when they make a mistake, they're impossible to fix," he replied, sighing as he noted the two officers glaring at him. "That is an axiom," the box clipped to his sock said softly with a click that sounded sort of like a chuckle. "Don't forget it was the programmers that originally made the first mistake that caused the computer to error." The fox just sighed softly as the duck they had called Daffy, which seemed to be a better description than a name, and a human in a archaic hunter's outfit, complete with a chemically propelled pellet weapon, took the stage along with the rabbit. Their whole actions seemed to be to decide on whether the hunter was able to hunt for rabbits, or ducks at this time of year. That matter settled, the argument progressed to whether they should shoot the duck now or later, which was quickly settled as well. The fox dove for the stage, receiving a part of the blast that had been aimed at the duck. The fox almost passed out from watching the duck on the stage. The duck picked his bill up off the floor, and put it back on his face before spitting out the pellets. In less than a minute it was impossible to tell the duck had been hit by anything that, at piont blank range should've left him dead on the floor. "Class dismissed. Doc, don't intrupt class like dat again. Yer not ready for dese old gags yet," the gray rabbit said, sighing. "Are you ok?" Babs asked, looking at the fox, who still looked like he had just been shot. "Oddly enough YES, a little thirsty though," he replied, heading for a nearby drinking fountain. "Don't..." Buster started to say, as water poured out of half a dozen holes in the fox's shirt. Moments later, Pete Puma strolled down the hallway with his mop. "Shake yourself a little, and you'll be fine," "Ok, whatever you say," he replied doing so and looking into the water fountain. "This makes NO sense what so ever. Since I got here, I've walked in mid air, had my arms stretched to impossible lengths, and been shot, yet I'm still perfectly fine. Maybe this is just a dream," the fox said, as a bell sounded. He was plowed flat by students rushing to lunch. Babs and Buster had plastered themselves flat against the wall. "Well, Doctor Buster, shall we gas the patient?" Babs queried, swirling around to appear in a nurse's outfit. "Of course, Babaloo," Buster said, holding out a tire pump. "Unless he prefers being a fox skin rug. Besides, I want to get to lunch." Very shortly the fox found himself floating in the air, which had him more confused than ever, as it was impossible too. Before he could even bother trying to regain his normal composure. The rabbits had grabbed him and pulled him into a tunnel that appeared to open up right in front of them, as they dived into the floor. 'On second thought, only the normal seems to be impossible here,' he thought to himself laughing. 'I might as well enjoy this, as it seems they aren't hurt in the least'. A quick look at the lunchroom told the fox that eating here might put an end to his having a future to worry about. That is, if he survived his day. Oddly enough though the students about the room seemed to be having no problems though. That knowledge wasn't enough to prompt him to eat the food there. "Alright, any more ideas?" he asked the box, removing it from his sock. "Sure, apparently your body is now much more elastic and able to withstand things, that would normally kill you. Therefore, I believe I can safely conclude you are now subject to the laws that govern this dimension. You have visitors." it stated, falling silent. Off to the side, a short figure with money signs in its eyes had witnessed the exchange. The fact it didn't own the box, didn't matter, possession was a large part of the law, when he bothered with the law. "Well, do you like your first day, or some junk?" a white bird with yellow hair asked, floating up to him. "I'm not sure yet. Surviving with my fur intact and in the shape I arrived in is the most important thing to me," he responded. "Well, like, let me probe your aura, or some junk. I'm Shirley the Loon." she commented, touching him. Instantly, her eyes widened and she passed out, with the fox catching her before she could hit the floor. "That wasn't a good idea," the fox sighed, as several others rushed up. "Shirl! Shirl! Are you alright? How about a date?" Plucky queried. "Get crucial, Plucky," she retorted. Lightening lanced out of her fingers, leaving a blackened outline of the duck, that crumbled to the floor, before quietly pulling itself together again, much to the fox's amazement. The green duck muttered, "Fair warning: you'll want to avoid Elmyra." "Not to be rude, but if I had had a choice about the whole matter I wouldn't have come here. Yet I'm starting to enjoy all the slap- stick," the fox said. "Do they play jokes and gags where you come from?" Babs inquired. "You tell me. I might be finally getting the hang of this," he commented, pulling a water balloon out of his backpack, and hitting Babs with it. "AAARRRGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!" she snarled. "I'd get down if I were you," Buster said, trying to pull him under the table. "Well, that is new normally we pull things like that out of thin air." "Nah, here you go," he replied, handing the pink rabbit a squirt gun. "Thanks," Babs said, emptying it of the fox, who stood there like it was nothing. "Gee, what did you expect, her to explode?" the fox mused, as an explosion tossed him to the floor and multi-colored birds started flying around his head, again for the third or fourth time today "OOhhhhh I guess so." "That wasn't me," Babs returned, peeling herself off the wall. "The cooks got out of control with the tomato surprise again," "Dizzy love tomato surprise!" a purple tornado exclaimed, as it span past them, devoured the table, and then went into the kitchen. Moments later, it came back and stopped in front of them. The fox watched with boredom as the creature puffed up, everyone heard a muffled explosion. "Well this is more interesting then the lunches the first time I was in school," he said, trying to keep a straight face. "Just another normal day here at the Looniversity," Babs said, grinning, "Nothing to write home about so far." "Really? Well it is for me! When I finally_ do_ get home," the fox replied as the bell rang. He was dragged off at a high rate of speed to the next class. Computer animation, something he could really get into. The fox found himself sitting quietly in a chair as the final bell finished sounding, dismissing the math class. It had made no sense at all to him. Leaving the building, he quickly found the two rabbits who'd guided him all day. "How about a wienie-burger?" Babs asked. "What's a wienie-burger?" the fox asked. "Sort of a cross between a hamburger and a hot dog," Buster stated, bored. "No thanks, I'll stick to salads if you don't mind. This is a first, for me at least, rabbits that eat meat." "Well you're the first fox I've encountered that prefers salads to rabbits. I wouldn't recommend their salads though. Freeze dried carrots, ewww!" Babs retorted, slapping her hand over her mouth. "Besides which, no one has ever proven it one way or the other that there is any meat or meat byproducts in a wienie-burger." "First of all, you wouldn't like that. Secondly, I doubt you'd stand still and willingly let me do it, even if I wanted to, which I don't. Lastly I happen to have some rabbits as friends, and I know what those feet can do, if you wanted to. No thanks," he rebutted, walking off towards Wackyland. "Wait a minute, you don't want to go back there," Buster said, trying to stop him, only succeeding in leaving trenches in the ground. The fox stopped and gently removed his paws. "Thanks for caring. But, I'm really not your transfer student. If it wasn't all one big computer glitch, they'll figure it out sooner or later. If not, well they won't find me, wrong dimension." Buster and Babs stood there for several minutes before deciding to follow him. They quickly dashed after the fast moving fox. Earlier that day, other things had been put into motion. Monty had faked being sick in Science class in order to be excused to go to the infirmary. "Monty wonty, what are you doing here? Did you get a boo- boo? Let Elmyra fix it all up," Elmyra said, hugging him like a steel trap. She was running the first aid room while Granny took a break. "No, but you think you could capture that new transfer student? If you do, I'll ggggooo go on a date with you," Monty offered, panting as she let go at once. "No two dates! Promise womise," she demanded. "Alright, two dates, " he sighed in defeat. He knew the box was worth more than the horror of two dates with Elmyra. "You'll have your fox by tonight," Elmyra responded, grinning. "I'll provide the cage, a special one, just for him," Monty told her with a nasty grin. He didn't want the possibility of anything happening to the box. Suddenly, when nothing indicated any possible problems, the fox found himself swinging in a net. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a pocket knife and cut himself free. Dropping to the ground, a pair of arms like a steal trap encircled his body. "No you don't, Mr. funny Foxy! Your not getting away from Elmyra that easily!" she stated, hugging him tighter, forcing his eyes to pop out of his head as he passed out. She quickly put him into a sack that she had brought for just such a purpose and started home. "Buster, did you see what I just did?" Babs asked as Elmyra dashed past ignoring them. "Yes, I think that Fox found Elmyra the hard way," Buster said, seeing the long bushy tail that was sticking out of Elmyra's sack. The fox woke up in a cage. Looking around, he noticed the quarter inch thick bars about so as to leave an opening of about an eight of an inch wide. "The bars are too thin to slip between, but aren't charged. Scanning lock, electronic. I'll try to pick it," the computer said "This doesn't make sense, Buster." Babs said, watching Elmyra come back out of the house and dash off. "What's that Babaloo?" he inquired. "Elmyra just left her house, without the sack. Why?" she asked. "Our lucky day I guess," Buster said. "Ok, I just hope it isn't a trap. Foxes aren't Elmyra's usual target species," Babs sighed as they carefully entered the house, heading into the basement. "What does the weight of a falling anvil have to do with anything?" a female voice asked. "How should I know? At least the bars aren't charged. Any luck?" the fox retorted, getting upset over this development. "Nope, a math book from around here might help. We have company," the female stated, unruffled by the fox's tone of voice. "Buster, Babs got your math book on ya?" the fox pleaded, even though something told him that wasn't highly likely. "Sure, you're lucky this happened right after school. What a weird place to do homework though," Buster replied, trying to slide the book through the bars. "Sorry, it won't fit." "That's ok," the female voice said, taking the shape of a vixen about Buster and Babs age "Hi, I'm Vicky." "What are you?" Babs retorted, slightly jealous of the vixen who had Buster's attention for the moment. "Just a hologram generated by computer," she stated, watching Babs pull Buster's eyes off of her. "This math makes no sense what so ever to me, but I can still compute it." "You're a computer?" Buster asked in disbelief. "Of course! I've been with this big lug all day trying to help him figure out everything that has happened since he got here." she stated matter of factly. "Uh, Buster," Babs said, figuring out what was happening. "Yes?" he replied, trying to cut through the bars with a hacksaw. "I know where Elmyra went, Monty's. This computer is worth a fortune. We can't waste any time," she commented, stretching through the bars and kissing the fox. Other than looking slightly surprised, he did nothing at all. "Do you mind?" he rebutted, slightly upset. "Yeah Babsy, what are you trying to do?" Buster asked, now being slightly upset himself. "Melt him. We don't have time to try cutting him out or picking the lock," she stated, perfectly straight faced as she kissed Buster, who promptly formed a puddle on the floor. "Ok, what is it about you?" "Maybe because I have someone near and dear to my heart. That is interesting though. What a way to express yourself," he commented, blinking his eyes. "It's time to apply a little more bunny heat," Babs said, doing a spin change into Jessica Rabbit. "Humina, humina!" Buster responded, letting out a wolf whistle. His tongue rolled out of his mouth. "Really interesting," the fox commented as Babs kissed him again. It was as if he'd been struck by lighting! Everything lit up like the fourth of July. Slowly everything settled down. The fox found himself inside a glass tube of some sort, in Buster's hand, as they made tracks away from Elmyra's. Looking behind them, Babs and Buster could both hear Monty screaming about the fox escaping. "Buster, am I losing my touch?" Babs mused, once they reached Buster's burrow. "I don't think so," the fox said, slowly taking shape after Buster poured him out of the test tube. "No wonder you're flipping out. I've just been melted down by a kiss and come out of it totally functional," Vicky said. "So, it finally sunk in. Alright, find out how they got my picture, would ya?" the fox asked, calmly. "Searching for interdimensional link, Bear." the box returned. Babs fell to the ground laughing over something, as Buster struggled to keep from doing the same. "What is wrong?" Bear asked calmly and perfectly straight faced. Bear quickly looked himself over, wondering what was so funny. "A fox named Bear. That's what," Babs giggled, trying to regain her composure. "It's what my parents named me, just as they gave both of you your names," he replied with a grin. "Though thinking about it, it is funny. So what are bears around here like?" "I wouldn't try talking to them at times," Babs said giggling. "Why don't you see if you can't find something to eat." "Sounds, like an idea," the fox grinned. "Not us," she rebutted, catching the gleam in his eyes. . "Gee, rats. Where is the kitchen down here," he commented, looking disappointed while his eyes still gleamed in mirth. "That way," Buster giggled, pointing towards the kitchen "Good luck, unless you want to order a pizza." "I'd order one. But, who knows what he likes on his pizzas," Babs said, still giggling over the fox's actions. "This works just fine, thanks," he responded, carrying out a large carrot salad. "Want some?" "Well, I better run to the store and get more carrots," Buster sighed, wondering where all the carrots had come from. "Don't worry about it. I was carrying some with me this morning, when I started out to pick berries. Although I left my peeler at home, stupidly," the fox said, shaking his head over it. "Well you can have the sofa, if you don't have anyplace else to go," Buster offered. "Thanks, if I'm supposed to be someplace else I don't know about it," he sighed. "I really hope that they have something set up for the real exchange student." "They probably do," Babs said. "Though it seems you were right since you have no idea where you're supposed to be." "I'd imagine when Fox really shows up, he'll get to the right place, unless the mail crossed dimensions too. If that's the case it's very lost, since I don't get mail there." "What, don't you all use your fancy computers to send mail to each other?" Babs asked. "Actually no. We use what I'd guess you call 'homing pigeons' to carry messages about. Then, I'm something of a hermit back home," he responded. "Oh well I'm sure your right about the mail then," Babs said, kissing Buster goodnight. The fox made himself scarce, so the bunnies could be alone. "Where are you, Fox," Buster called out, using the name he had by all day at school. "In the kitchen, I figured you two might like to be alone for a little bit," Bear sighed. "Something wrong?" Buster asked. "Not much. Just missing what friends I have at home and those I care about. That's, all Buster," he commented softly. "I'm surprised you're not commenting on our last names being the same. A lot of people do." "Why should I?" the fox inquired. "That is your business. Besides, just having the same last name doesn't mean you're related. If I don't miss my guess eventually you two will be." "UH, let's not rush it yet," he stammered, putting a couple of covers on the sofa "Hope that helps make it more comfortable." "It should work. Thanks again, Buster. I'll see you in the morning." "Alright, Fox, see you then," he replied, heading off. Bear literally hit his head on the ceiling hearing an alarm clock go off the next morning. Hearing something slap the clock, he slowly came too, expecting Buster to start getting ready for the day any time now. Quickly the fox got cleaned up and started to fix breakfast as the alarm started to sound again. This was something he knew how to deal with. Grabbing a glass of water out of the kitchen, he tossed it in Buster's face. "I think it's time to get up for school," the fox said calmly. "What was that for?" Buster sputtered, waking up from the impromptu shower he had received. "To get you out of bed, before that blasted alarm clock goes off again," he snapped. "Huh, it hasn't even gone off once yet," Buster mumbled. "Yeah, right," the fox sighed. "Tell that to the dent in your living room ceiling." "Buster, com on, get up. I need to talk to yas," the tall gray rabbit, the fox remembered as Bugs said. "I let myself in, since I wus certain yas would still be sleepin." "Yeah what's up, Bugs?" Buster asked grabbing a towel. "Not'in' now. I was wondain' if ya knew where Fox here ended up. Dat's all, Doc." he replied, "Ya didn't get to da right place last night. Buster, could yas an' maybe Babsy escort him over to Sneezer's afta school? He's to be stayin' dere. Dey called me, worried, when he didn't show up yestaday." "Sure thing Bugs. See you at school," he replied "I'm just surprised to see ya out of bed dis early. Maybe ya might get to school on time today? But, I'm not bettin' on it," he answered. "I would," the fox said firmly. "After all, I tossed a glass of water in his face to get him outta bed." "Is dat what it takes? I neva knew," Bugs chuckled, leaving. "Your father I take it," the fox replied. "How did you guess, not that it's the secret that it once was. Bugs is a big star and he didn't want me to have to deal with it," Buster replied, shrugging his shoulders. "It was simply from the familiarity, with which you two deal with each other. That's all," he commented. "Oh well, I guess it's time I go school at least once on time," Buster said, hopping out of his burrow. "Buster!!! I was just going to scream for you. What happened? You're never up this early, much less ready for school!" Babs exclaimed in shock. "I did. I got woke by his alarm clock. I think someone needs to work on it, too loud for me, but not enough for Buster. It seems." "Could be. Let's see how many people pass out seeing Buster actually get to school on time," she said grinning. "Actually he doesn't do too bad about getting to school on time." "Thanks, Babsy," Buster grinned, as they quickly made their way to school. "How are vous doing today?" Fifi asked, looking up at the tall fox. "Just fine, thanks," he commented, heading inside as the bell rang. The fox grinned sitting through the classes. Today was more of the same as yesterday had been, slapstick and comedy. Gym class, though, proved to be something of a surprise. "Alright get your tongues and eyes back in your heads," Lola shouted, taking the gym floor "Thanks Buster, and whoever you are." "For what everyone calls me Fox," the tall fox said, looking down at her. "I'll admit you're certainly a looker or a doll, as some people would term it." "What did you call me?" Lola asked, with icicles in her eyes. "I said you're a looker or a doll as some would term it," the fox said, raising his voice to be certain there was no doubt as to what he had said again. His words echoed plainly in the gym. "Let's you and I go a little 'one on one'," the tan rabbit declared calmly, her eyes on the other hand were showing her true feelings as they were filled with flames. "I haven't played in a little while but, ok," the fox stated, ignoring the ire the bunny was directing towards him. "I'll take it easy on you then," she grinned snatching the ball from his paws, as she tore down the court. "What the heck!!" the fox exclaimed looking at his paws, and then chasing after the tan bunny. "This is easy," Lola commented, making her shot. She was shocked to see the fox seemingly appear from out of nowhere, blocking her shot in midair. "I'll try to prevent it from being too easy," he responded, getting into the spirit of the game as he headed down the court. "Ok," she retorted, snatching the ball from him once more. Quickly Lola dribbled around the fox, whose eyes kept following her. Suddenly she shot down the court and made her basket. "Could someone help get me outta this knot I seem to have gotten myself into?" the fox panted unable to move. "Ehhh, Lo, t'ink ya could stop doin' dat to da students?" Bugs queried, sitting next to another rabbit that was similarly colored to him. "Now, Bugs, everyone knows she don't like being called by that name," the other rabbit said coming down onto the floor to assist the fox. "Hi, I'm Honey Bunny. Come on, Bugs, before he gets stuck like this." "Alright, doll," he giggled helping to pull the fox back into shape "Lola, he's really not ready for dis stuff yet." "I can see that, Bugs," Lola commented, grinning. "At least he didn't get tied up like you did." "Alright everyone form a line," Honey barked. "Lola, the class is all yours." "You could've told the doll something else, Fox," Plucky whispered into his ear. "Alright we're going to play dodge ball," Lola stated. "Every other person to the other side. Plucky, what did you say?" "Nothing Ma'am," he replied carefully. "I heard that. You can have detention tonight for it too. These ears are for more than just looks you know. " Plucky grumbled as the teams formed up. He didn't think it was fair to be given detention for a comment. Buster, standing next to him, just shook his head over it. "Your beak got you into trouble again, Plucky. Won't you ever learn?" Buster inquired. "Buster..." he started to retort, falling silent on the subject. "Who would've believed it. Plucky speechless!" Babs giggled. Shirley was the only one in the room to pick up on something, had Plucky been able to sense it he would've been six feet under already. Apparently Fox didn't like Plucky's suggestion that he lie to Lola, in the least. Everyone was giggling as the game started. Even though it appeared Fox was older than Lola he was greatly enjoying the game as much as everyone else. It was a shock to watch the fox jump a good ten feet into the air. The game progressed quickly until Plucky, with a gleam in his eye, tossed the ball at Fox. Not showing any hint of malice or shock, Fox caught the ball in the air and lobbed it right back at Plucky. The ball knocked the green duck off his feet and suddenly exploded leaving the charred remains of duck to form a pile on the floor. "Hummm, are you studying with Slappy Squirrel, like my sister is?" Lola asked, wondering how in the world he had changed the ball to a bomb without anyone noticing. "No I didn't, I'm wondering how in the world I did that too," the fox mused out loud. "Alright class dismissed while I go find Pete to clean up the mess in here," she said. It was what she would've done if someone had offended her sense of honor. As she walked into the hall, Lola pondered it some more. Actually Leloni would've probably been a bit more violent and not so subtle about getting Plucky. 'Well, there he is; water water everywhere,' she thought following the water trail back to where Pete was mopping the floor. "Um, Fox, where did you learn to jump like that?" Mary Melodie inquired. "A rabbit taught me years ago, like many things it's a matter of knowing how," he giggled. "Sorted it out finally, I guess." "Like, for sure," the loon stated, knowing fully well that Bear was not the exchange student. The rest of the day passed without incident, thankfully for all involved. Bear was grinning to himself as he started towards Wackyland. He was going to see if he couldn't get home. As it stood, a number of people were probably wondering where he was. As he walked down the street, an arm wrapped around him, hugging so tightly he couldn't breath. It didn't matter how much he struggled, the arm just kept tightening its grasp. Slowly everything faded away as he passed out, slumping to the ground. "Buster, where did Fox go?" Babs asked, looking around for the tall fox. She was worried that he might have run into Elmyra or worse yet Monty himself. "Probably Wackyland and home. We better go look," Buster sighed, spotting Elmyra dragging the unconscious fox down the street. "Never mind, she found him." "We better help him. Monty having a computer like that worries me," Babs said. She shuddered, wondering what Monty could do with a computer like that. "Elmyra, what are you doing?" Buster asked, catching up to her, as she was dragging the unconscious fox towards her home. Again, she had him by the nape of his neck. "Taking him to Monty wonty, he promised me two dates for this fox," she responded, suddenly stopping in her tracks. The fox pulled himself lose and quickly made for a door that appeared out of nowhere. Once he was through it, the door vanished without a trace. "Well, we better see about getting Elmyra some help," Babs said after watching her stand perfectly motionless for almost twenty minutes. "Are you sure, Babs? At least this way she won't hurt anyone," Buster asked. "Yes, Buster, I'm sure," she replied, trying to budge Elmyra's still form." She needs to go on a diet or something. Well are you going to give me a hand or what?" "Alright," he replied, clapping. "BUSTER BUNNY!!!!!" Babs snapped. "Ok, you don't need to get hostile, Babs," Buster replied trying to help as well. "Ever think it might be easier to bring help here?" "Probably, considering we haven't even budged her at all," she replied. Suddenly the doorway re-appeared with Bear leaning in the frame. "Sorry about that," he sighed. "I guess we can't leave her like that. Would you terribly mind presenting her with these pies, preferably in the face." "What did you do to her?" Buster asked. "I guess since some of your things are so literal, I used a stop watch," he replied vanishing back through the door. "What is it about these pies? I smell carrots," Babs said, looking at the creme pie carefully "A carrot creme pie, and he wants us to give them to Elmyra." "I guess so, Babsy, so what was this about?" Buster asked, backing away as Elmyra started to move again, her mind not even registering that the fox was gone yet. "Probably another one of those crazy fan-fic authors crossovers," she replied shrugging her shoulders, as they started towards Buster's burrow, pies still in hand. The fox grinned to himself picking berries. 'I'm glad they didn't come this way. Someone could get seriously hurt or killed,' the fox thought to himself, walking back towards Knothole. Epilogue Bear dropped his berry basket as he ran for cover. A number of people were extremely upset with him for worrying Sasha so much. It appeared he had been gone from Knothole for slightly over three days. Sally had given him a letter from somewhere before she started to scream at him too. Arriving at his den and going in, Bear slammed the door tight. He proceeded to look at the letter. It was from the Looniversity telling him where he was to stay and several other matters along those lines. Looking at the front, it had been mailed almost three years ago from the date he had arrived there. Buster woke the next morning almost, hitting the ceiling. Looking at his alarm clock, Buster gasped, noting the additional speakers that had been arranged around it. Looking closely, he noticed that the volume had been set to the middle of the scale. 'Good thing, I guess. Otherwise he might have brought down the house,' Buster thought noticing several things had been moved by the alarm clock. Babs suddenly felt the ground under her feet shake as she walked towards Buster's burrow. It seemed to be coming from there. Rushing towards it she was shocked to see Buster hop out of his burrow grinning. "Well Babs think my new alarm clock works?" he asked "I'd say so since I felt it going off 500 feet away," Babs said looking at him carefully. "Alright, so who gave you the alarm clock?" "Bear, modified my old one and that was only at half volume," Buster sighed. "Come on we better get to school." "HALF VOLUME?!?!?! What's full volume do, create an earthquake??" Babs wailed. "That thing is dangerous!" "Rope it in, Babs," Buster sighed as he tripped over something. "Hey can't you watch it," the little fox asked, making sure his tail was still in one piece. "Think maybe you could direct me to Acme Loo? I'm supposed to be an exchange student, but I never got my paperwork, just the stuff that went to my school. I'm Fox." "Sorry about that," Babs told him grinning as she looked at the fox. He looked at lot like Bear but only stood about a twenty inches or so tall. "No problem, just follow us," Buster said. "Well it appears he was right Babs. I wonder how he's doing." "HI, Bear," Sasha said, waking as she sat in the easy chair. "Sorry for worrying you, Love," Bear replied hugging her. "I'm sure you came back as soon as you could. Tell me about it?" she asked almost pleadingly. "I wonder who the other fox was then? Someone fixed all the computer records though," Daphine commented helping to get everything straightened out for Fox. "Search me, Daph," Buster replied. "Shirley read his aura but she refuses to tell us anything." "Oh well, you two better get to class before you're late," she replied shooing them out of the room, and amazed that Buster was here early enough to help the exchange student and get to class on time. "I agree good thing they didn't come here. Someone would've gotten seriously hurt!" Sasha replied, pulling out the book that was almost ready to fall out of Bear's backpack, as he finished his story "What's this here? A Math book belonging to one Buster Bunny? How in the world did you get that?" "I have no idea and even less on how I'm going to return it," he sighed The End Credits: Tiny Toons characters and Related materials copyright WB and Amblin, used without permission Looney Tunes characters and related materials copyright Warner Bros., used without permission Sonic The Hedgehog and related materials copyright Sega of America, used without permission Bear is the intellectual property of Daniel Davis Leloni Bunny is the intellectual property of J. Sullivan Sasha is the intellectual property of Jennifer Cleckley