As the final rays of sunshine were stomped out by the ever increasing smog surrounding Moosylvania, one man sat alone. He sat, left to his own devices amongst the rubble, destruction all brought about by IT. "I had one chance, and I blew it!", he said aloud to himself as artillery shells exploded in the distance. "One chance, and I blew it to smitheweens."

This man was Elmer Fudd, in another life he was an avid hunter and a successful New York stock broker. Until IT happened. IT maddened him, drove him to the outer bounds of human thought, and back. But this was now, and there was nothing he could change. Nothing at all. Nothing could ever be changed, and he found himself forcing enjoyment onto the mundanity his previous choices.

Nothing to change. But could he? He then remembered that before the calamity there was one an, a boy then, who could help him with his mission. He had to find the offices of Peabody and Sherman: Time Travelers at Law. He climbed out of the ruined townhouse, and began to walk down the long abandoned streets, full of half priced bookstores and confectioneries of days gone by. The buildings seemed to go on in an infinate loop, as they did in an age before modern technology, where prehistoric man took he and his family for a modest dinner in their rock automobile.

Fudd walked down the street for minutes, maybe even hours, before he found what he was looking for: the bombed out ruins of the law office. The doors had been blocked off by the the debris dozens of years of bombardment. "Hmm. What shall I do?", he thought to himself in a few passing seconds. "Ah, yes! I shall blow away the blast doows with my double bawwel shotgun!" He pulled out the antique firearm, and prepared it for the blast. "Fiwst, I must set the C-Fouw explosive!", he yelled as he produced some makeshift explosives from scraps in his backpack and set them. "Now...", he said to himself in a military fashion. "I will fiwe my shotgun!" He cocked both barrels, and prepared it for fire. "3... 2... 1... FIRE!", he yelled as he fired both barrels in a barrage of noise, ending in a firery explosion knocking away the destruction.

He slowly stepped in, and looked around. "What is this? It's been abandoned?!", he asked aloud yet again. All of the furniture, books, even the portraits of the two proprietors of the buisness on the sign had been taken in the chaos after the war. Fudd looked all around, in every corner, in every crevice, in every nook and cranny, until he found it. He knocked over a statue of William Shakespeare, signed by the playwrite himself, revealing a button labelled "Wayback". He sat and pondered the reprocussions of his actions. What would his future, his present be like after he goes back and alters the past forever and for all time. Putting the deep thought aside, he pressed it much haste.

After pressing the button, the floor began to split open, revealing a high tech laboratory, computers and technology of all kind surrounding one central mainframe. After the floor completely went into the wall, a staircase was revealed, leading down to the lab. After walking down the stairs, the lab only expanded, getting bigger... and bigger. He went to the center, and saw something he hadn't seen in awhile. He could be called a man out of time, a ruler over history, and the wisest man in the universe. He began to speak, "Why, hello there, Mr. Fudd. How are you?"

Fudd was speechless. He did not know of the survival of this great hero of time. "Deaw lowd... it's..."

Sound began to beam out of the central mainframe "It is I, Mr. Peabody, and my associate Sherman, and the it's pronounced arh." The central mainframe wasn't just a simple computation machine, it was the uploaded concsience of Mr. Peabody, canine mentor of the hero of time. This hero of time being Sherman, a man who has traveled through the ages since he was a very small child.

"Deaw lowd, what happened!?", he asked in shock at the terrible physical shape of both men.

"I lost this arm in a more recent trip to the Second World War, and Peabody here lost his person in a little adventure he had with a fellow named Jetson.", replied Sherman.

"We assume you don't come for tea, do you? Yes, Mr. Fudd. What is it you want from us, exactly?" questioned the computerized Peabody.

"I want to change this. All of it. I want the wowld to be like it was.", replied Fudd.

"So, you're telling us that you want to use the Wayback Machine for your own personal gain?", asked Sherman. "I'm down with that."

"Sherman, act responsibly.", scolded Peabody.

The three walked towards a chair surrounded by controls of all kinds, and Sherman sat down."Are your ready for this, Mr. Fudd?", asked Peabody. Before he got an answer, he readied the machine and set the date for December 19, 2014. "One... two.. three"

To be continued...