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