Furrball's Final Farewell?

By: Rocket Racer

(Some of you may not be surprised. Sure, I put a lot of drama here, but I hope you enjoy this story.)

Chapter 1: Furrball Reformed

It's another typical day at ACME Looniversity. The students there were all working hard

to earn their toon degree no matter what the circumstances. But little did they know that this week, will be a lot different than usual. It all started when the toonsters were all in Wile E. Coyote's class. He was demonstrating how to use manhole to your advantage. Wile E. simply shows a regular manhole that you might find in the street, then once you're done climbing out, you simply roll up the manhole like a poster and put it away.

"Huh. That's an easy trick to do." read a sign from Calamity Coyote. He's the kid genius and most of the time, he uses signs to speak out his thoughts. He talks a bit though.

"Tell me about it." responded Calamity's pal, Furrball. Once an orphaned alleycat, now lives with his mother and older sister. "Even a 3-year old can do that."

"Shhhh. Be quiet." whispered Fifi La Fume. She is Furrball's girlfriend, but she can

be a little too romantic on other boys. "We don't want to get een trouble." Originally, Fifi's

from France, so she still has that French accent of hers.

"Don't worry, Feef." said Cosette. She's Fifi's cousin and Calamity's girlfriend. "He

won't see us."

"So, I won't, huh?" said the teacher looking at the talking group. The four gulped when

they saw him and they knew they were about to be busted. "Calamity, maybe you would like to give us a little demonstration."

"Sure." read the grey coyote's sign. "I'll do it." The two coyotes got to the manhole, but Calamity smiled knowing that he had an idea. "Hey, Wile E., I think I heard a beeping down there." Excitingly, the brown coyote looked inside and Calamity kicked the seat of his pants down the hole. He then rolled up the poster and threw it out the window.

After he dusted off his hands, he suddenly felt a hand reaching to him saying, "Outsmart me again and you suffer."

Mischievously, Calamity slammed the window on the hand. "OK, I might suffer as well." Calamity's pals all gave him a thumbs up in approval and the grey coyote "thumbed up" back to them.

Later at lunchtime, today's food was chicken quesadillas. It's been a long time since ACME Loo has something good to eat. Most of the time, they had brown sludge, but this time, lunch will be something to remember.

"Here you go, guys." called out the lunch lady. She gave each student a quesadilla, a mixture of veggies, some tortilla chips, and some hot sauce. "Hey, Clay, can you get some more chips down at the back?"

"Yes, ma'am." answered a young grey cat wearing an apron and cafeteria hat.

"Hey, Clay." greeted Buster Bunny. "How's the extra period?" Since Clay Fitzgerald is a recent graduate from ACME Loo, he has worked at the same police force as Terry. But every now and then, he has been doing some community service.

"Oh, it's great. I memorized every bit of the cafeteria business, even Ms. Grawl, over here has trouble remembering."

"Well, at least you're having a good time."

"Yeah, and it's really beneficial too. Well, have a good lunch, Buster!"

That afternoon after school ended for the day, Furrball felt a little tired after finishing up his schoolwork, so he decided to take a nap at a nearby tree. On top of the tree was Sweetie Bird and Lil Sneezer, two of Furrball's many attempts to eat.

"I don't even understand why we're here, Sweetie." said Lil Sneezer.

"You'll find out in a moment." answered a sly Sweetie carrying a mallet. She came over and took a whack at Furrball really hard. He woke up quite dizzily as he saw Sweety and Sneezer standing in front of him.

"Hey, Furrball." said Sweetie.

"Oh," answered a yawning Furrball. "Hey, Sweetie. Hey, Sneezer." He went back to his nap against the tree. Sweety looked a little confused, as she tugged Furrball out from his sleep.

"Guys, what is it?"

"Ahem, aren't you forgetting something?" asked Sweetie sternly.

"Uh, no. I got my work finished, projects are done early, I don't see anything that I forgot."

"Well, what about your old job?"

"Huh? What job? Am I late for something?"

"Don't tell you don't know what I'm talking about."

"You're not really making any sense at all."

"I mean you're supposed to chase us!"

"Huh?"

"Try and catch us, track us around every corner, and then you'll get...(WHAPSSSHHHH!)"

"Hey, not so hard!"

"Sorry, but that's what you do."

"Oh...uh...yeah. Well, I don't really wanna do that anymore."

Sweety was surprised, but Sneezer didn't understand. "Why not?"

"It's because I got a new life now. I got a place to call home, a real family, I even got a girlfriend."

"Yeah, we know that. But, what's that got to do with you not trying to eat us?"

"Well, ever since I found my old family, I wanted to make some changes to myself. I

wanted to stick up for myself and be there for others; you guys, are part of it."

"You mean you wanna try giving up your old ways because it seemed useless to you now?"

"You got that right, Sweetie Bird. So, I was wondering if it's all right if I can be your friend instead of an enemy." Furrball offered his hand and Lil Sneezer was going to shake his index finger, but Sweetie smacked his hand away.

"Why would we? It's against the rules of nature. A predator can't be friends with its prey. It even says in the Forest Rulebook." Sweetie held up a tall book and pointed to the fact she was referring to. "We just can't, okay? Guys like you are always the same, they want to offer their assistance to the ones they want to eat, but they turn out to be untrustworthy in the end."

"But I mean it, guys."

"Just leave us alone, okay? C'mon, Lil Sneezer." Furrball sadly watched Sweetie as she tugged Sneezer's hand and led him away. The little blue cat slumped down on the grass against the tree, he honestly wants to be friends with Sweetie and Sneezer, but Sweetie doesn't trust him. What can he do to convince her that he's really changed for good? At the same time, a dark figure was standing on top of a building and saw what happened.

He grabbed his walkie-talkie and said, "Yeah, that's him. He's not needed in this school,

so take him out...now!"

After his nap, Furrball walked back to his home. On the way, he spotted a young bird trying to get away from a black alleycat. Without any hesitation, Furrball stepped in the way of the cat and held his head to stop him from running.

The black alleycat was furious as he tried to punch Furrball. "Get out of my way, kid!

I found this snack first!" Furrball looked at him straight in the eye and gave him a sucker punch to the kisser, causing the cat to fly into the clothesline, in a mumu, looking like a beluga whale!

He then heard a loud callamoring around the corner. It turns out a white alley cat is about to eat a mouse that is caught in a trap. His jaws were then caught by Furrball and he nashed it against the trap breaking the mouse free.

"What's the matter with you, bub? I was going t..." Before the cat could say anything else, Furrball grabbed his nose and spun him like a top. Then, he threw him and he landed on the DirecTV Cable Line.

The man who had the television stopped checking its mechanisms and said, "Alright! That did the trick!"

Finally, Furrball saw a young girl mouse getting captured by an orange alleycat. The little blue cat covered his eyes and it made the alley cat drop the mouse. He then pushed him away and grabbed his tail, spinning him around like a top and throwing him to the garbage bin.

The three victims that were rescued couldn't believe their eyes that a cat had helped them out. Furrball offered his hand to them and they all shook it, knowing they got a friend on their side.

The little blue cat then heard a couple of disbelieving crows saying, "Man, can you believe that a cat like him was gonna let his prey get away? Hmph. Who does he think he is anyway, a reformed predator?"

The other one agreed and said, "Yeah, more like a lost cause. If he goes against his own principles than he doesn't belong here." The crows took off in disgust and Furrball was quite mad at them, calling him a "lost cause."

"I am a reformed predator." he said to himself proudly. "And I am not going to change that."