Elmer Fudd tiptoed through the forest toting his gun, hunting for whatever animal was on season this time. He held a finger to his lips and made a shushing sound. "Be vewy vewy quiet, I'm hunting-"
Iron Man landed in front of him. "I am Iron Man," He blasted Fudd away with his shooty hand and posed. "And you're not hunting anymore, bitch."
Daffy Duck stormed up, complaining. "Now hold on a second, bub, this isn't how the cartoon goes! Who the hell do you think you are?"
Iron Man looked forward, as if looking at the camera. He blasted Daffy, sending him flying into the air. "I am Iron Man." He flew away into the sky, as Daffy landed back on the ground as a plate of fried chicken.