All Daffy Duck could hear was screaming. Porky Pig was in the driver's seat, Yosemite Sam riding shotgun, and Bugs Bunny was to Daffy's right in the back.

The duck couldn't remember at that moment how exactly he'd got tangled up into this messed up scenario. In fact, he hardly even remembered what the scenario was until he saw a rocky pond or something approaching the front windshield at some great speed.

Daffy was surprised that Bugs, too, was screaming - so surprised that he himself nearly forgot to scream for dear life.

The last thing Daffy heard was the sound of the windshield smashing before everything went black.

"Hey, Bugsth! Bugsthie, old pal, hey!" Daffy shrieked as he hurried to a hole in the ground next to a white mailbox labeled "B. Bunny". From the hole, Daffy yanked Bugs out by the fur on his chest, jittering about wildly.

"Whoa, whoa, calm down t'ere, Daf! What is it?" Bugs asked.

"Read thisth paper!" Daffy shoved a small paper into Bugs' face, forcing the rabbit to move back a bit.

"Dear Daffy Duck, you have won the game." Bugs read in monotone.

"Well?! Well?!"

Bugs blinked at Daffy. "Ehh, I t'ink you just lost, doc."

Daffy's eyes deflated. "You're joking."

Suddenly, Elmer Fudd came into eyeshot, aiming a gun at Daffy. "Put yohw hands up, duck. It's Duck Season." He stated.

"Ohhh no, you don't!" Daffy pulled Bugs out of his hole and held him out towards Elmer. "Take him! It'sth Rabbit Stheasthon!"

Elmer seemed puzzled for a moment, but then he aimed the gun at Bugs' mouth. Panicking, Bugs turned towards Daffy and threw his arms about him.

"Whoa! What the-?!" Daffy was cut off.

"Ehh, haven't you hoid, doc? If you wanna shoot a couple, you've gotta shoot 'em both!" Without further pause, Bugs gave Daffy a big kiss. Elmer watched as Daffy melted in Bugs' arms, becoming a puddle of black soup at their feet.

"You disthgustht me." Daffy gurgled.

"Oh, Daffy~!" Bugs giggled femininely. "There are kids watching!"

"RABBIT STHEASTHON - FIRE! !"

Bugs' ears drooped as he held up a sign that said "Uh oh".
"YIPE! !" Bugs took off in a mad dash, barely avoiding Elmer's shotgun blast. He zipped back after a second with a turkey baster, sucking Daffy up into it. "D'is look familiar, Daf?"

"I hate you."

Screaming, Bugs and the now-mostly-solid Daffy took off in a cloud of dust with Elmer giving chase not far behind. As they made their escape, Bugs abruptly dived into the ground, making Daffy skid to a halt.

"Oh! Great! You're sthafe, but what about meeeEEE!" Daffy shrieked when Bugs snatched him by the throat and pulled him into the narrow hole. "Geez! One of usth needsth to losthe sthome weight, and it's not me." The duck complained as he was suck nearly chest-to-chest with the rabbit he wasn't so fond of.

Bugs put a gloved finger to his lips with a smirk, causing Daffy to fall silent. For some reason, only at that point did Daffy notice the pipe between them. Perhaps it had only just appeared there, he wasn't too sure.

"Oh, little wabbit~! Come out, come out, whe'evaw you awe!" Elmer sung. Bugs only giggled as Elmer aimed down into the hole, thus into the pipe, and fired a shot that made Daffy's ears ring. The bullet clanged along inside the pipes and eventually stopped - following the end of the clanging, Elmer fell back.

Bugs started laughing. "What a maroon! What a nin-com-poop! What a-" Bugs stopped when he climbed out of the hole he and Daffy had been in. Daffy felt Bugs' go rigid; at least, his legs did - Daffy could tell since he hands were around the rabbit's calves, holding him up.

"What? What isth it?"

"... Elmer?" Bugs climbed the rest of the way out of the hole, leaving Daffy in there to try getting out on his own. "Hey, fat boy! Speak to me!"

Daffy cursed as he managed to claw his way up to ground level, and when he did, he turned to see Bugs staring at him in a defensive position.

"D-... Daffy? Daf... Something's wrong."

Behind him, Elmer lay still in a puddle of blood.