"Summers in the Air, and BOY it Sure Smells Funny!" part 1. ________________________________________________________________________ Written by DarkmaN (the_darkman@hotmail.com) Please note that nobody may modify this story without my expressed permission.(Allthough, if you have any nice ideas which you think would look good in these stories or if you notice any mistakes in this or any other of my stories, please let me know.) Enjoy >;-> ______________________________________________________________________ RIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGG! Went the bell in the ACME Loo signalling the end of school and the start of the Summer and also freedom, glorious glorious freedom. Buster charges out the double doors of the Looniversity, singing choruses of praise and Hallellujah. He was Free, Free as a bird, or in his case; A blue bunny who loves to party! And just behind him Babs emerges, just as excited. The two of them lock arms and walk down the road discussing the present situation: "I can't believe it!" exclaims Babs, "I got homework for the summer, HOMEWORK! (being overly dramatic) No kid should be subjected to such a torture!" "For real?" questioned Buster, "Who gave it to you?" "Wile E. Coyote; "Advanced Explosives 666" (James Cagney mode) It's crazy I tells ya, CRAZY. You just show me that doity rat and I'll MOIDER 'im! That doity dog." "Coyote!" "SHADAP" Predictably just as Babs finishes Wile E. himself strolls by glaring at Babs with a "You'll do what" look on his face. "Oh hi mister Coyote, sir(AHEM)." grovels Babs, "What a pleasant surprise. Err, your looking well. Ehe" Just then the blue blur that is the Road Runner shoots under Wile E. legs knocking him flat on his face and a faint MEEP MEEP can be heard in the distance. Wile E. kicks up his legs and zooms off after him. "Well, little miss vengeance?" inquires Buster. "Yeah well I figure that all the C-4 resin matted in the fur between his toes is likely to go at any time so best leave him alone." "Yeah, sure." says Buster dismissive like. "You sayin' that I'm not capeable of such a feat!" says Babs while simultaneously cracking her knuckles "Er, no" replies Buster rather sheepishly, suddenly realising the only outcome of such a remark. "Permit me to demonstrate my abilities in the field of large blunt objects" says Babs with a slightly demonic grin on her face. "Errr, no Babs. It's OK I don't......" Babs throws a portable hole up onto the scenery above Busters head, letting a large anvil fall through on top of him. DOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGG! goes the anvil as it smacks down on Buster's cranium. "I brought this on myself!" manages Buster from underneath the large metallic object. "Come on Buster, lets go kill a few Weenie Burgers. I'm Staaaaarrrrving" "Sure," says Buster while struggling to stay alive under the anvil. "Just hold on till I crack my spine back into place!" "Oh hurry up." snaps Babs unsympathetically. * * * Later that evening Babs is standing in front of her mom not believing what she is hearing: "Babs dear, I, your father and your brothers and sisters are going away for a few days. Now I know I can trust you to manage on your own for a while" Babs just stares dumbstruck, unable to speak. "I'll take that as a yes. You can have one ot two of your friends over but absolutely NO PARTIES! Understood?" Babs still cannot speak. "Well, we had better get going. We'll see you in a few days. Bye." Babs's Mom and Dad together with a ton of luggage, stumble out the door closely followed by a stampede of little bunnies. The door shuts and Babs is left alone staring into space. "Sure, Mom I can manage." says a dreamy eyed Babs. Right, no parties, sure. Bye." Babs, still a little spaced out, slowly walks over to living room couch and sits down. "Well, what do you know about that. The house all to myself. Huh!" Babs continues to sit there. Meanwhile: Shirley is cruising the astroplane in her usual mantis position, her eyes closed and chanting her karmic chant. Suddenly her eyes open. "Oh gosh, I like, totaly sense that Babs's true self is unaligned with her form. I'd better like help her!" Shirley closes her eyes again and says her chant with a bit more volume! "OOOOOOOH whataloonIam" Back with Babsie: Babs continues to sit on the couch. "I keep feeling I'm supposed to do something in a situation like this. Hmmm." Just as she says that, her aura steps out of her behind the couch. The aura produces a large mallet with *PARTY* stamped on the head. She raises the mallet and brings it down as hard as she can on the top of Babs's head. *SMACK" With the impact of the mallet, Babs leeps out of here chair. "WHATAMIDOING,THISISTHECHANCEFORTHEPARTYOFTHECENTURY!" Just then, Babs's consience appears on her shoulder, which looks just like a Babs with wings and a halo. "Barbera Ann Bunny! Your not honestly thinking of throwing a party after you told your mother you wouldn't!", groans her consience. "Oh no, I was worried YOU might show up!", grumbles Babs. From behind Babs consience rises an evil Babs weilding a large wet fish. *WHACK* Babs good consience flies across the room and into oblivion. "Taken care of, Babsie!", Says evil babs before dissapearing in puff of smoke. Babs rushes over to the phone and begins franticaly punching in numbers..... Later: Babs is sitting in the chair beside the phone, bandaging blisters on her fingers. "That's the guests taken care of. Now for the SUPPLIES!" Babs picks up the ACME yellow pages and quickly flips through it stoping on a page completely taken up by one add: PORKY'S CATERING SERVICE. 4 MILL. SERVED Babs punches in the number with her ears as she holds the phone and the book. "Hello, I'd like to order the super-amazing-fill you up or double your money back-meal for 4,000. Uh-hu, yes, mmm-hmm, American express? sure," Babs pulls her fathers credit card from her blouse. "Okay, thanks alot, bye." She then hangs up the phone and begins rubbing her hands together. "This is goning to be even bigger than the gulf war!" Later again: Babs's place is absoluetly JUMPIN'. Everyone is present (except Harriet, she has the flu). Music blares from a rented 255kw sound rig, there is tables and tables of food, Dizzy Devil is jumpin around thwanging his guitar, one or two toons are hanging from the light fixtures and anyone who isn't dancing is asleep from dancing so much allready. Buster and Babs are in a secluded corner by themselves. "You know Buster," says Babs with mischeive in her eyes, "If you weren't such an honourable bunny you could use this situation to your advantage." "Erm, yeah," says Buster nervously,"I suppose I could. Lucky for you I wouldn't." "Oh now I wouldn't say that," says Babs edgeing closer to Buster. "GULP,emm, you see Letterman last night? They had Eddie Murphy on and..." "C'mere Blue ears!" Just as Babs is about to close in the doorbell rings. "Who could that be, I thought everybody was here," says Babs with a bit of irritation in her voice. "errrrr, lets go see," says Buster as he quickly dissapears. Babs looks on with annoyance. "One of these days Buster Bunny, one of these days!" Buster and Babs open the door to see Montana Max and Elmyra staring them in the face. "Listen rabbit," says Max in his usual arrogant tone, "I just spent all my allowance buying a small south american country, so now I can't take freakazoid here to the movies," Max gestures at Elmyra, "So now I wanna use your place. So lemme rabbit! Buster and Babs look at each other in awe. Babs then spins around and looks at Max. "Sure Max," says Babs in tone which could be qusetioned for it's sincerety, "Come on in!" "But Babs...." argues Buster before Babs slips him a wink. Montana puts on a wide grin takes one step before, *SMACK* the door hits him squarely in the kisser! Back inside: "Geez, for a second there I thought you were goin crazy, lettin' him in," says a releived Buster. "The day he gets in here is the day I give up carrots!" "Cool!" Back outside: Max peels himself off the door while Elmyra just stares with her usual clueless face. "Ohhhhhh Monty, are you hurt?" says Elmyra "OF COURSE I'M HURT YOU IDIOT!" rages Max, "How dare they do this to me, I'M RICH! Well I'm gonna fix them good, THE'VE HIT FOR THE LAST TIME! Come on toots, back to my place. This time vengence is mine!" To be continued........................ _______________________________________________________________ Copyright DarkmaN 1997 all rights reserved. "Just because your paranoid, don't mean there not after you" Written by DarkmaN (the_darkman@hotmail.com) Original idea by DarkmaN. The whole damn thing by DarkmaN. Tiny Toon characters copyright 1993/94 Warner Bros. Used without permission. Look out for the next part to this series coming soon.