SUMMARY: New students join the Looniversity. Check out how the old crew deals with them.
Hello, everyone! This time, I have something special. (Carrot cake for everybody!) No, Babs. (Oh, rats!) What I mean is that, this time, I'm making a multi-chaptered story instead of my usual Wheel of Comedy stuff. Can you read the disclaimer, please?
(Consider it read. DISCLAIMER: Ramiro, as you guys know, doesn't own any TTA character, since we are all copyrighted by Warner Brothers, but, this time, he'll introduce some characters of his own. And, as usual, if we have cameos from other shows, we'll clear that at the end.)
Ok, I guess that's enough for now. Babsy, your turn.
(And now, ladies and gentletoon, ON WITH THE SHOW!)
THE NEW STUDENTS.
A TTA fic by Acosta Pérez José Ramiro.
THE INTRODUCTION.
"Hello, Toonsters!" Buster jumped in front of the Looniversity's main door, and directed to the readers. "I'm Buster Bunny!"
"And I'm Babs Bunny!" Babs jumped next to her boyfriend. Before any of them could say a word, Gogo popped out of the tower's clock.
"Coo-Coo! Coo-Coo! If you are going to say your "No Relation" line again, you are both Coo-Coo!" The dodo said before re-entering his place at the clock. Buster and Babs shrugged and directed to the readers again.
"Ok, now, continuing with the program, we must explain today's program to all the fellows reading us. First of all, you guys most know that this is the start of our Senior year here at the Loo." Buster said. Babs nodded.
"That's right, folks. Most of the cast of the old TTA series is going to graduate at the end of this year, except for the youngest ones, like Sweetie, Sneezer, Fowlmouth…" Babs started counting, but was interrupted by a running green mallard, dashing to enter the school, who passed right between the bunnies.
"Out of my way, rabbits! I have to give Daffy one delayed work, or he'll have my feathers for breakfast!" Plucky quickly yelled to the mammals, without stopping his race. Babs sighed, and continued.
"… and some old students that might not pass the year." Babs chuckled. Buster rolled his eyes.
"The best thing about starting a new year, however, is that we'll have new classmates. As you must know, the Looniversity prepares us to have a career, like any other university, but we start studying here at the same age of a Junior High School, so we have the same grades. Some of the new students will be very young ones, but others will be only one or two years younger than us, hoping to end their last years of education here in the Loo. Now, I think Babs and I should enter now to start the day. See you guys later." Buster ended, and he and Babs entered the Looniversity holding hands. On their way to their lockers, they found Plucky, struggling to open his own. As usual, the thing was stuck, and Plucky had to make a major effort to open it.
"Man, this is harder every year! I should really make someone fix it!" Plucky snapped, half-exhausted because of the unsuccessful effort.
"Why don't you ask Cal to do it for you?" Buster commented.
"Because I don't want him to make my stuff to explode, that's why!" Plucky told the rabbit, and started punching and kicking his locker. He stopped for a moment to recover his breath, and then heard a gentle voice behind him.
"Let me help you, pal." The voice said, and then a light brown fist punched Plucky's locker, opening it immediately. The duck and the bunnies turned around to see the guy who did it; the bunnies waved him hello, while Plucky gasped.
The toon was a feline-looking like, much taller than Buster (ears and all). He was covered by light brown fur, with a reddish short mane, and a white spot on the end of his long tail. Like most furry toons, his jaws were white, just like his back paws. He seemed to be quite strong, and had a happy expression on his face; his eyes were green, with a black medium sized nose, and his ears, almost covered completely by his mane, were slightly pointy and colored with a brown tone, darker than the rest of his fur. He was wearing a blue shirt that covered most of his body, but you could see the lower part of his white-colored belly; he was also carrying a white backpack.
"LION!" Plucky yelled in fear, and jumped incide his locker, closing it from the inside. The toon looked at him dumbfounded, while Buster and Babs chuckled.
"Don't take it personally. Plucky always react this way about predator-kind toons when he first meet them. We are Buster and Babs Bunny…" Buster offered his gloved paw to the feline, who accepted and shook it.
"No relation, I know. You guys are quite famous around here. My name is Ronald, but my friends call me Ron." The newby told the rabbits. He then opened a nearby locker, and took some books out of his backpack, while keeping the conversation.
"You are new around here, right?" Babs asked. Ron nodded, while placing some books inside his locker.
"Yep. I spent most of my childhood traveling with my parents, but they decided it was about time to give me some proper education. I made an exam, and here I am in my sophomore's year. My parents are still traveling, because of their job, but I'm staying with a family's friend." Ron told them. He was cut by a sharp female's voice.
"Well, if you finished telling them your life's story, can you move your butt? I have to place some books as well!" Ron and the rabbits turned to see a toon girl, just slightly shorter than Ron. She had a short green-dyed hairdo, and was covered with blondish-brown fur, with some visible dark brown spots visible on the base of her neck and the sides of the head; her top fangs were slightly visible even with her jaws closed. She was wearing a dark blue top with a crossed bones symbol on the chest, black shorts, grey boots, and spiked bracelets. She also had a thin chain around her neck, and a little earring on her left ear. Just like Ron, she was carrying a backpack, but hers was entirely red. She also seemed to be quite strong, but conserved a feminine and kind of attractive look. Ron stared at her for a moment, and then shook his head and moved so she could get access to her locker, located right next to his.
"Thanks. By the way, my name is Hillary Hyena. Stay out of my way, and I'll have no need to punch the lights out of you, ok?" The girl said to Ron, who just nodded. Hillary placed her books inside the locker, and closed it without saying a word. Then, she turned to see Buster and Babs, who were silent during the whole process.
"Ah, don't worry, you two. I just have problems with the big fool here." Hillary said to the rabbits while pointing to Ron, and continued, in a much friendlier tone. "Is a predator thing that doesn't involve you two. I'm not exactly a people's person, but if you two don't make me anger, I'll have no problems with you guys." Hillary ended, and offered her paw to the bunnies. Babs sighed, and shook it.
"Thanks for the warning. What grade are you, BTW?" Babs asked. Hillary rolled her eyes.
"Sophomore… just like Kimba here. Hope we don't have many classes together." Hillary said, with evident disgust on her tone. Buster looked at Ron, who just shrugged, and decided to not say a thing.
"Oh, well. What's your first class?" Buster asked to both predators.
"Math with Professor Leghorn." Hillary and Ron chorused, and gasped. Hillary glared at Ron, who just gave her a sheepish smile. Sensing the tension between them, Babs decided to cut the stress by spin changing into a girl scout's outfit.
"Okay, troop, let's move. We all are going in the same direction, so I'll be more than glad to guide you through this wild land!" Babs made a military salute. She succeded in making Hillary to smile, and both girls started walking through the corridor. Buster blinked an eye to Babs, understanding her idea, and waited for a moment before following the girls.
"What's up with the lady? You know her?" Buster asked Ron.
"Nope. But I think I know what's wrong with her. Some predators are very protective about their territory, especially when it's a new one, and maybe she senses me as a hostile rival or something. You should see how my mom acts when another feline female faces her." Ron told Buster. The bunny chuckled.
"Feline Female Faces… try to say it three times, quickly!" Buster joked with Ron. Both toons laughed, and then walked in the same direction Babs and Hillary left… forgetting entirely about the duck inside the locker.
"Hey, Buster!" Plucky muffled voice came out of the locker. "Take me out of here! The door is stuck again!" Plucky started hitting the door, trying to get out, but failed. Then, he heard a familiar voice calling him.
"Plucky? Are you inside there?"
"Hamton? Yes, it's me! I'm trapped in here! Help me, please!" Plucky yelled. Then, he heard another voice, also from a male toon, but much younger than he or Hamton.
"Stay back. I have something to take you out… but this can hurt a little."
And, before Plucky could reply…
BOOOOM!
Plucky was expelled out of his locker because of a mighty explosion. When he recovered his senses, noticed a young brown squirrel standing next to Hamton. Plucky shook his eyes. He recognized the toon.
"Hey, aren't you the nephew of that bomber squirrel? Skippy, right?" Plucky asked. Skippy nodded.
"Yes. My aunt Slappy is gonna take Daffy's place teaching "Cartoon Violence" because, since he and Porky are working on the "Duck Dodgers" series, they have less time to prepare their classes. And, since she's is gonna be here almost all the time, decided it was a good time to me to finally register on the school." Skippy ended, with a proud expression.
"Yes. I found her and Skippy this morning when I arrived to the Loo, and Daffy asked me to show Skippy the place while he and Slappy end arranging a few things with Bugs. If everything goes well, Skippy will graduate along with Sweetie and Fowlmouth in a couple of years." Hamton told Plucky. The duck sighed; at least now he wouldn't have Daffy over him on one class, but he would still be on the "Advanced Wild Takes" one.
"Well, welcome to the Loo, pal. Is nice to see one new student that's not probable to eat me in a bad mood's day…" Plucky told Skippy while placing his wing on the rodent's shoulder, but changed to a scared expression a second later. "Then again… maybe I should return to the locker!" Plucky gulped. Hamton and Skippy shrugged, and turned to watch what Plucky just saw.
In front of them, there was a young wolf, about Buster's size, including the rabbit's ears. He was black furred, with a medium-sized white snout, red nose, and white back paws, just like the point of his tail. He was wearing a red T-shirt, a blue baseball cap, and white gloves, just like Buster's. The wolf approached them with an eager expression.
"Excuse me, my name is Wally Wolf, and I'm kind of lost. Can you tell me where is the "Wild Chases" classroom?" The young canine asked. Skippy gulped, and he and Plucky jumped to hide behind the pig. Hamton stayed calmed, and talked to the wolf.
"Oh, I can take you there if you want. That's Skippy first class, so I have to teach him the way too." Hamton said, without any hint of fear or doubt. "See you later, Plucky. Come on, Skippy." Hamton told the young squirrel, and started walking aside the wolf. Skippy waved Plucky good-bye, and walked next to Hamton, deciding to stay the contrary side of the wolf, just in case.
"Thanks a lot, man. Hey, you are Skippy Squirrel? Slappy's nephew?" Wally thanked Hamton, and then directed to the rodent. Skippy nodded. The wolf changed to a worried expression.
"Eh… you aren't going to blast me or something, right? Trust me, I want no problems with you." Wally said to Skippy. The rodent smiled slyly; if this wolf was scared of his aunt, maybe Skippy wouldn't be endangered at all.
"Don't know… can be… maybe… who knows." Skippy said with a smirk. Wally gulped. Hamton decided to change the conversation's direction.
"So, how old are you, Wally?" Hamton asked.
"Oh, I'm on my sophomore year. I used to study on another school, but didn't fit there, and decided to change here. How about you, Skippy?" Wally said.
"Oh, I'm a year younger than you. So, don't worry. Maybe we'll just have this class together." Skippy answered. Wally sighed with relief, and, secretly, Skippy did it as well. The wolf wouldn't be with him on the same room all the time, so he would be able to stand him a couple of hours a week without problem. What would possibly go wrong?