The Elmyra Incident Files
Disclaimer: Tiny Toon Adventures and all characters and locations thereof are copyright 1990 Warner Bros.
A/N: Welcome! This is the first chapter of a cooperative story with fellow author Marytana, so updates may be sporadic. Check out my other stories!
So enjoy!
Dec. 5, 1997
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WARNING: While sections of this material, (interviews, extrapolation, pictures, video, events, and classified knowledge contained within this file and compact discs) are available to the public, much of this document is Level-5 classified, and may only be shown to government officials within the Bureau of Humanoid-Animaloid Relations, Homeland Security, the office of the Mayor of Acme Acres, heads of departments, the Cabinet, the Vice-President, and the President of the Toonited States.
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A certain figure was outside of the Le Trendy Desertary, watching kids and kids at heart stuff their faces with sweets, and, for the furry ones, living in fear of Acme Acres' Redheaded Horror. The figure noticed her reflection in the window and let out an exasperated groan. She had never wanted any sort of role as an antagonist; quite the opposite actually.
She HATED her role on the show, there was no doubt. But what really grinded her gears was that she didn't even choose the role herself, not by a long shot. She held off any thought of the past for a brief moment, and then sat herself down on the cold ground. See, the problem was that the writers had forced her into the role without her permission. And if a toon's purpose was to make an audience laugh, what where they laughing at her for? Her ever- constant failures?
It wasn't like the higher ups behind the show did not listen to the star's ideas. There was an episode staring only her, which she loved. But not even a 3-short carp-tastic extravaganza wasn't enough to get the cameras off her victims and on to her. And when Buster and Babs INSISTED they should have at least a cameo because THEY are the stars of the show and Elmyra was JUST a simple villain…
Elmyra got up to her feet and talked out all of the negative thoughts from her head. She was here because she had someone to meet there. Someone who was watching his fortune slowly escape from under his hat. Someone who was just as unhappy of his role in the show as she was. And someone…
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…whose life was haunting him much the same way as hers was.
"I hate this job. I hate this job. I hate this job. I hate this…"
"Hey, baby."
The sound of that familiar voice startled Montana Max out of his deep train of thought and made him smile. While his on screen relationship with Elmyra was a bit…rocky, to say the least, Vivian Vin was, without a doubt, the apple of his eye.
"Monty, are you…happy with your job?" Vin asked with a tinge of concern. "You should be. Your parents need all the help they can get with paying the bills."
Bills. That word stood out above all the rest for Max. "Far from it," came Max's surprisingly calm reply as he looked out from behind the cash register. "I never had to take Weenie jobs at all before this mess happened…"
Elmyra sat herself down as she was listing to their conversation ready to eat her usual treat and, as she could tell from the way everyone was staring her down, be the butt of everyone jokes.
How long would this be going on? Forever?
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Acme Acres.
A framed aerial photo of Acmes Acres, one that many would recognize from the intro, is seen sitting alone.
Best known as the site of the once-famous show Tiny Toon Adventures,
The camera pans over to an old, faded, and well used album on a pedestal.
This city is now out of the limelight.
A gust of wind blows the album open revealing its contents, various photos of the entire cast, on set and off, laughing and enjoying stardom.
However, business continues as usual, with those who were once stars still trying to regain their fame.
Some actors, however, don't want their fame back. Misguided, based off of characters that weren't them, they strive to live a normal life like the thousands of other normal people residing in the city.
The album blows to a picture of the entire cast having a party at Weenie Burgers, and all having a great time. All except two.
But, by an old grudge, a miscommunication, and some looney coincidences, all will be remembered in this city.
Not as cartoon characters however, but as people who really made a difference. As heroes. Villains. Geniuses. Millionaires.
But our story starts with two humans, both polar opposites of what all remember them as. A girl portrayed as an empty-headed futz, but who was really a thoughtful, caring person. A cruel millionaire, in reality a humble, kind young boy with a suspicious lack of money. This is their story. This is the story… of real life in Acme Acres.
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As Tiny Toon Adventures had been off air for several years now, Vivian had outgrown the odd looks that her family was cursed with, her orange hair now long and flowing.
Maximilian Krueger, meanwhile, had managed to save up enough money through scrounging and scraping to get his teeth fixed, his head no longer largely out of portion with his now-grown body.
But the stigma, of villains, of idiots, remained, no matter how much they changed their looks.
They had both come to Acme Acres looking for fame and fortune—and found it, in some measure, but in all the wrong ways. And once the show ended, they hadn't enough money to leave—Maximilian because his family back home, still with 6 children in the house, needed money for rent and food, and Vivian because almost none would hire her in a city with as many animaloid toons as humans.
Thus, barely able to keep food in their closets and clothes on their backs, the two toons struggled to even the odds in a city where old views and prejudices hung on them like weights and blocked their every step.
"So is the date for Friday still on?" Vivian blinked and shook her head sadly. "Sorry, Max, but my dryer died last night, so I'll be working overtime for the next few weeks trying to get enough money to buy a new one."
Her hand was intercepted as she drew it away from the table, her short lunch break almost done. "Make that one week, I'll be working overtime for that too."
She shook her head again. "Max, you shouldn't." She was silenced with a kiss. "No, this is what friends do, Viv. I'm helping, and you don't have a say. Remember when I got a leak in the water main and you worked overtime with me so that I could pay a plumber and get the damage fixed?"
Vivian laughed. "Yeah, and then your house smelled like dog for a week! Sometimes being a dog has is disadvantages, especially when you're also a plumber!"
Max wrinkled his nose. "Don't remind me. I spent over half the money on scented candles, not on the actual plumber!"
Vivian's watch beeped, a soft sound nonetheless putting a gulf between them. "See you tomorrow, Max! I gotta start heading back or I'll be late, and you know what Old Lady—I mean, Head Librarian Williams would do if I was late."
Max waved as she turned away and then silently sighed as this meant he needed to serve more customers, get more insults, and make minimum wage for another 5 hours. He turned back to the customer line, and with a forced smile, said, "I can help the next person! Welcome to Weenie Burger, ma'am, what would you like to order?"
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