Welcome to the story, this maybe a one shot… but it'll be fun to make. I'm sure you want to see the story. I like to say something first though. So, here it is.

I'm sure many of you that are very fond of Looney Tunes are pretty upset that there was a spin-off like this. Now I'm a big a fan as the next person, but I'm not going to shoot a show down 'cause it's different. I watched the new show for some time now (Though they could have done better with character development, maybe next episode.). I thought itwas rather well, though there was some parts that weren't very good. Well, you can't win them all…

Anyways, I'm rather neutral on the whole debate on Loonatics. After a few weeks, I decided "whatever" and made this story for the hell of it. If the writers arn't going to improve the show, why not let the fanfiction writer make it better?I also did something that Warner didn't think of doing; I made the characters' background! (yes, I am spontaneous on my stories and comments) Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own the Loonatics. They are a registered trademark to Warner Bros Studio. I own Fizzle Pop… I think.

Shendo; Thanks for the grammer correction.

Chapter one

"Ok, who drank all the Fizzle Pop!"

It was a typical day in the Loonatic's home base, which resides in the center of the city. The city itself could be seen in orbit since it covers a good portion of the planet. The Loonatics are a group of heroes chosen by Zadavia, a holographic woman of unknown background (Seriously, they should put more info about the freakin characters). Some of these individuals have a shrouded background, totally unknown to the public and even among themselves. No one really bothered asking since they saw no real need to do so.

"Hey Tech! Did you drink all my soda!" Danger Duck asked in a rather irritated tone. Tech sighed.

"No Duck, I haven't. You know what that does your teeth?" Was his reply. Danger Duck looked at him with a dry look.

"I wouldn't know. I don't have any…" He said in an equally dry voice.

Of course, there are those who have a known past. Take Tech E. Coyote for example (Who is meditating on the ground in the living room). He was born in the desert close to Acmetropolis. He created some of the most advance devices in the city, even the plans on the tower itself. He graduated from Acmetropolis Technical College, thus the ability to create such amazing devices. Though lately, some of his inventions have been malfunctioning at random intervals at times of critical need except if the invention simple in design like a bike or something. Just last week, he invented a new device that could cut your hair. The problem, however, it didn't give you the haircut you wanted. When he tried to fix it, he ended up with no ears and a buzz cut; since he had molecular regeneration, they grew back rather quickly. He often times inspect these devices to see what went wrong. Just as often, however, he gets injured. The prospect of his inventions backfiring like this was very maddening for Tech. To keep from exploding in a fit of rage, he would meditate (Thanks to Ace teaching him how to do so). The only thing that would break him out of his trance (or any trance he's in) would be the ring tone from Danger Duck's cell phone (Said duck was the one who asked about the Fizzle Pop). He had half the mind to rip apart that phone like a piece of taffy, but he's not the type who would go around and break stuff when angered. He's too civilized for that. As for why his fur is green… it was a side-effect of getting his powers. It was originally light brown.

"Are you sure you didn't just drink it all in your sleep, Duck?" Ace asked as he entered the room.

Another with a knowable record was Ace, the leader of the Loonatics. Born in Acmetropolis, he lived a modest life. Before the meteor hit, he had a good education, learned karate, picked up some sword techniques, and some self-defense, and had a roof over his head. He was also a person who would help people in need. Whether it was a mugger mugging someone or helping a granny across the street, he would habitually do these tasks when felt necessary. He was at the park when the meteor hit, had to be hospitalized for a few days after he passed out from unknown cause (Energy dispersed from the Meteor. I bet you it effects 1 out of 1000 people in the city, more or less.). He woke up to find out that he had the ability to shoot lasers out of his eyes and was more agile then before. He was later requested to join up on a team to help the city fight off any evil that threatens the city. The rest, as the say, was history. The rest of the Loonatics didn't have any known background. Either that or had a very simple life.

Slam Tazmanian (who was drinking the fizzle pop on the couch.) would be one case in point. He lived in the zoo, transported there from Tasmania by helicopter to be a star attraction. He got his three square meals a day, plenty of sleep, and got a lot of attention. What really got their attention was the fact that he was purple. The scientists in the area said it was a genetic defect created by some unknown source when he was born. He seemed content with it, especially since no one crazy or stupid enough would ridicule him about it. Really, you don't want to make a tazmanian devil mad…

"Oh for crying out loud! Slam! GIVE ME MY POP!" Danger Duck yelled. Slam just stuck his tongue out at him with a "Pfffftthh" and continued drinking. Just then, Rev zipped into the room and saw DD chasing Slam for his soda. He zips over to Ace.

"Hey, why is Duck chasing Slam with said chased individual having the soda full of Fizzle Pop?" Rev said in his rather fast pace of speech. He always has the tendency of using run-on sentences.

"Slam drank all the Fizzle Pop and DD is trying to get the one Slam has…" Ace responded.

Rev Runner's past was one whom no one knew about. There were rumors around him saying that all he did was run around with no real direction or destination. Well, that's half true. He ran because he enjoyed running. He loved the thrill of having the wind rushing passed him, the sound of life trailing by, and the blissful feeling of harmony from running so swiftly. Though there was another reason for his running. He couldn't really put it into words (even by the fact he says it really fast). There was this feeling in him, telling him to find something. The problem was that he didn't know what he was supposed to look for nor did he know where it was. However, he searched in spite of this fact. When the meteor hit, he was gifted with a telekinetic ability to see beyond normal sight and could fly with blazing wings. He was soon requested to join the Loonatics from Zadavia a few days after the impact. Even though he settled in, the nagging feeling within him telling him to find something was still there. Nevertheless he ignored it, believing that he already found what he was looking for; a place to call home.

As the two ran passed the door, Lexi walked in wearing her Walkman and dancing to the tune. Lexi had a regular profile on her. She lived in the city in an apartment after she was old enough to go on her own. She always has the latest of the fashion somehow, equal in intelligence as well (though not as smart as Tech, of course). There were some rumors that she used to work as a fashion model, but was never looked into since any records of that were probably destroyed during the impact of the meteor. All in all, she's got a typical (Anthromorphic) history.

She opens her eyes as she takes off her earphones. "What's going on?" She asked no one in particular. Ace responded anyhow with his usual witty remark.

"Duck is trying to get his soda from Slam, though I doubt he'll get any when he's done." Just as he said that, Danger Duck teleported (he calls it Quacking) in front of Slam; this caused him to crash into DD and hurdle themselves over the couch. They landed somewhere behind the couch with a thud. Then suddenly, DD appears in front via his powers and was holding up the soda.

"Ha, victory is mine!" He declared. He started to chuck it down, only to realize a surprising fact. He looked at the bottle to confirm his suspicions. It was empty. "NNNOOOOOO! Why!"

"Getting a bit dramatic there? I mean, it's only a soda." Lexi said. Duck looked at her with his usual irritated look.

"I have you know that this was the last bottle and it was my favorite drink!" He said while holding up the bottle and pointing at it. He looked at Slam as he got up. "Well, what do you have to say for yourself?" Slam responded the best way in this situation.

BELCH!

"… your despicable…"

Now, Danger Duck is (like his forefathers before him(wink wink)) a person who would always try to be in the spotlight and wants to have things go his way. Now, the real puzzle is this; Despite wanting to be known by everyone, no one really knows much about his past. He's been so wrapped up with his "best qualities" that he never mentions about what he did before he became a Loonatic. Even Zadavia (the female AI that keeps the city running smoothly and safely) doesn't know about it; either that or she really doesn't bother looking into it. Can you blame her? Danger Duck is someone you'd rather ignore or kick in the shins... or both. Though he does have his moments, too bad no one pays any attention. By the looks of it, it as if he's trying to ignore his past and forget about it. However, you know what they say; The past can come back to haunt you…

"Well, better luck next time Duck." Ace retorted with his seemingly unlimited one-liners. Duck was about to counter when he suddenly felt an icy chill run down his spine. He shivered.

"Hey, did someone leave the window open?" He asked. His friends looked at him with puzzled expressions. He looked over to the fridge, the door was open. "Oh, must have forgot the close the fridge." He went over to close it. Though when he did, he still felt that god-awful coldness. This raised a few brows.

"Are you feeling alright?" Rev asked. Before he could go on into a run of long words strung into one sentence again, Danger Duck intercepted him.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Guess I'm coming down with the flu or something."

"Maybe you should lie down, doc. No point going on missions if you're gonna collapse halfway before we get there." Ace said.

"Yeah yeah, I'm going. If anyone wants me, I'll be in my room."

Reluctantly, DD walked out of the living room to head back to his room. It'll take a while since the place has a ton of hallways. As he was walking, he began to talk out loud.

"It'll be nice to take a little break." He said to himself. "Having to do a mission every hour of the hour is tiring." He then began thinking about this chill he's getting. It doesn't feel normal somehow, yet feels familiar. "Why the heck am I getting chills all of the sudden? I should probably take some flu medicine or something." He starts rubbing his arms to get some warmth. What could be causing this?

- - - - - -

It was a cloudy day, the people of the city were going about their business. The pedestrians were walking, the salesmen were selling stuff, the dancing taco was dancing near the taco stand, and the cars were moving. In the supermarket, a mile from the Loonatic's base, three salesmen were talking about their money because some crook kept stealing it.

"Ok, now which one of you was guarding the money?" The really fat guy with the mustache, white shirt, and blue sweatpants said in a nasally voice.

"It was all Pete." Said the thin guy with the tacky shirt and jeans.

"The hell it was Joe! I was guarding the turnips." Said Pete, who was short and had a blue shirt and black pants.

"Who gives a flip about turnips!" Said Joe.

"Oh you didn't insult turnips!" Pete said angrily.

"Knock it off you two!"

"Sorry John…" They both said, lowing their heads. (This has nothing to do with the story, but it's fun to write :P )

Yup, everything was ok with the city… or is it?

Near the tower of the Loonatics, there stood a mysterious figure on a random tall building rooftop. His appearance would suggest that he's a black duck like DD, given that he has a bill, webbed feet, and black feathers showing in places that are not covered in clothing. He stood about 5 foot 6 inches, wore a blue and purple cloak, a red bandana tied over his eyes, a staff in his right hand, a faded black tank top, and a five-pocket black leather pants. On his bill, there was a scar running across it from the lower left to the upper right. Some scars were also visible on his arms as well. His head was facing the Tower, face devoid of emotion. The air seemed thick with dark intent, all radiating from this person.

"So," The figure said in a rather mid-low, rough monotone voice. "This is the Loonatic's base. Why they would place it in plain sight for everyone to see including their enemies is beyond me. No matter, I've come to pay back an old acquaintance of mine and that's exactly what I'm going to do…"

He jumps off the building, disappearing over the edge. Leaving no trace of his departure or arrival.

That's it for this chapter; tune in next time to find out what happens next. R&R