A/N: Sorry about deleting chapter 1 before, folks. I had to change my Looney Tunes part entirely to be more original from what someone else had written. But I personally think this one is better… Okay, I lied. The original was better, but this one is more original! Wow, is that topsy turvy or what?

Chapter 1: History Repeats Itself

Rika groaned, waking up to the salty sea air on the beach. She opened her eyes into the blaring sun, and immediately shut them again. "I don't see why Dad thinks this is fun," she garbled. Rika opened her eyes slightly and sat up, taking in the sight of the beach where she now napped. She was told her father had used to fall asleep here when he was younger, as well. Rika just supposed she inherited her father's interest of napping on the beach. Napping. That sounded good, despite the fact she'd already slept a good while. She stretched a bit and lay back down on the sand and started drifting back to sleep. But her rest was interrupted by a sudden noise.

"Rika!" Rika irritably opened her left eye and saw a boy standing over her. "Sleeping again, huh?" he asked, shaking his head. "Jeez, don't you get enough sleep at night? Or are you just lazy?"

"I say I'm just lazy," Rika shrugged. She looked up to her life-long friend. Kuro, the son of her father's friend Riku, was 15, and looked almost exactly like his father did at that age. The only real difference was his hair, which was a dark black instead of silver. He simply wore a red muscle shirt, a pair of white cargo pants, white sneakers, and a black cap with an orange, fancy "N" insignia.

"What were you dreaming about?" Kuro asked curiously, sitting down on the sand next to Rika.

"Oh, nothing big," Rika shrugged, turning her attention away from Kuro to the calming ocean. "Just the same dream my dad had before he got his Keyblade." Kuro's eyebrows popped straight up. "Yeah, nothing important."

"I think you should tell your dad," he suggested.

"And I think you should tell your dad about those magazines in your closet," Rika smirked.

"You swore you'll never speak of those ever again…" Kuro whispered in a dead-serious tone. "But, seriously, you really should."

"Please, Kuro," she rolled her eyes. "Me? A Keyblade wielder? I highly doubt that'll ever happen."

"Oh, I don't know…" Kuro shrugged, and started ticking off his fingers. "You're the daughter of a Keyblader, you traveled to several different worlds, you dress like you're ready to leave at a moment's notice, you're pretty-"

"Repeat that last one?"

"You're dressed like you're ready to leave at a moment's notice?"

Rika stared at him with a suspicious eyebrow. "Yeah…well, I still don't think it'll happen."

"Hey, fate and destiny works in mysterious ways," Kuro argued.

"If that's the case, YOU'LL be turning to the dark side," she laughed, but stopped when a water balloon exploded on the side of her face. Rika jerked her head to see Kuro bouncing a blue water balloon up and down in his left hand.

"I'm so evil…" he smirked.

"You're so boned."

Kuro gasped as Rika pulled out a massive red water cannon from her side with a nasty grin. "Oh, crap…" Kuro sprinted for his life as the deranged 14-year-old hounded him.

"Say 'ello to my little friend!" Rika cackled manically, blasting bullets of H2O after her friend.

LTL-LTL-LTL

Meanwhile, somewhere in another world far, far away in the (alternate) universe, there was a movie studio lot with all sorts of amazing films being shot. The most interesting feature of this movie lot was a tall water tower with a gold and blue shield with the letters "WB" on it at the very top. This was Warner Bros. Studios, merely a small part of this fantastic world known as Looney Tune Land. Within one of its buildings was a set with a painted background of a forest with some actual trees with a few signs on them that read, "DUCK SEASON". But then a new sign was thrown over it that said, "RABBIT SEASON". The person throwing on this sign was actually a duck – an anthropomorphic duck to be exact. He had black feathers, long orange legs with webbed feet and bill, and a while collar around his neck. He was popularly (snort) known as Daffy Duck.

Daffy had a few nails in his bill as he hammered them into the sign he put up to make sure it wouldn't fall down. He turned to you, the reader, for a moment. "I am a duck. I have to be sure to preserve our species existence-es," Daffy said with a lisp as he tried to make an "S" sound. Suddenly, he found a shotgun pointed in-between his eyes. "Quite violent, isn't it?" he gulped.

The man hold the shotgun was a short man with a face that looked like a toddler with a large nose and bald head. He wore a cliché brown hunting jacket, pants, boots, and a silly-looking hat. This man was Elmer Fudd, a hunter of cute, little creatures (despite being a vegetarian). "Say your pwayers, duck!" Elmer said in an absolutely non-threatening voice. "It's duck season!"

Daffy pushed the shotgun's barrel away. "Rabbit season!"

Elmer directed it back. "Duck season!"

Daffy pushed it away again. "Rabbit season!"

"Duck season!"

"Duck season!"

"…" Elmer pulled out a manuscript from behind his back. "Wait a minute…"

"See, Daffy? We told you this wouldn't work!" a duck like Daffy with yellowish orange feathers, an orange beak with orange legs and webbed feet, and blond hair wearing a blue dress said off the set. Her name was Melissa, Daffy's sweetheart. "We can't possibly do this scene without Bugs in it!"

"What are you talkin', darling?" Daffy sneered. "We don't need that stinkin'-"

BOOM!

Elmer decided to just pull the trigger and shoot whoever he was currently pointing at; which was Daffy, causing his bill to spin around backwards. Daffy's eyes were half-open as he pulled his bill back and reset it. "That…was cut," he whispered harshly to Elmer.

"Perhaps we should just put the cartoons on hiatus until Bugs returns," Melissa suggested, pulling Daffy away from Elmer before he did something he would regret.

"Bah! Why does that stupid bunny always steal the spotlight from me?" Daffy sulked, placing his left hand over his face and let it slide down, causing his bill to flip up and down like a diving board. "That stupid, no-good, talent-less hack, bunny with buckteeth, and-"

"How about we break for fifteen minutes?" she rolled her eyes, leading her boyfriend up to his dressing room – a tiny, run-down looking trailer with concrete blocks for wheels, grime leaking from the sides, and a television antenna on top that looked ready to break any second. Daffy continued sulking as he walked inside. "Your time will come, Daffy," Melissa smiled sweetly, kissing his cheek. "It will."

Daffy sighed, slumping into his hard metal seat next to a broken mirror as Melissa walked out. "Your mail, Duck!" a voice shouted from outside his trailer as a hand came inside and dropped large bag on to the door, and disappeared.

"Ah! I know my trusty, loyal fans won't disappoint me!" Daffy grinned, opening his mail bag and pulled out a few letters. He began walking around his dressing room as he looked through his mail, tossing each away as he read the return addresses. "Junk, junk, bill, bill, jury duty, junk, bill, bill, junk, you may have already won forty-two million Iron Man action figures, junk, junk, bill, junk, bill, we'll break your legs if you don't pay off your loan… Huh? What's this?" He held up a blue letter, and examined the back to see a seal in the shape of a rabbit's head with ears.

"Rabbit boy's seal, eh?" Daffy mumbled, ripping open the envelope by the side and pulled out a letter. His eyes dotted left and right, making typewriter sounds as he read. He shrugged nonchalantly, and tossed it aside with the others. The lone piece of paper slowly drifted downward. But before it touched the ground, Daffy's arm stretched back to catch it. The rest of his body followed as he did a double take. His eyes darted back and forth, over and over again to make sure they weren't fooling him. Sweat poured down Daffy's brows, and a few strands of feathers started popping out the top of his head. Daffy's head looked straight up to you, the reader, with massive eyes but tiny pupils.

"Mother."

LTL-LTL-LTL

"PORKY! PORKY!!" Daffy screamed for dear life, running across the Warner Bros. studio lot as he weaved, dodged, and avoided traffic and people like a professional football player. He stopped for a second to look for the person he was seeking. Daffy finally spotted that person resting under a palm tree prop.

"PORKY!!" Daffy darted toward him, when suddenly a car he didn't catch suddenly ran him over by the side. The duck was flattened like a pancake with his tongue stinking out. His right hand lifted itself, grabbed his head, pulled him off the ground like a particularly stubborn band-aid, and whipped his body like wet laundry and Daffy was inflated again.

"Did anyone catch that plate?" he mumbled incoherently as little bubbles burst around his dazed head. But Daffy quickly shook his senses back, and ran to the person he was looking for.

With his back on the prop was an anthropomorphic pig. He had pointy pig's ears, pig's feet with small black hooves, and pink skin. The only clothing he wore was a blue jacket and a red bow tie. Daffy ran over to Porky, grabbed his jacket's sides and shook him furiously, waking up the peaceful pig. "We've got a really big problem, butterball!!"

"W-W-What's the matter, D-Daffy?" Porky asked, speaking in his usual stutter.

"You won't believe it!" Daffy exclaimed melodramatically, waving his hand insanely – while still holding on to Porky, so he was being brandished all around. "It's big! It's huge! It's humongous! It's life as we know it!!"

"L-L-Like your ego?" Porky deadpanned.

"Well, not that important," he shrugged, dropping Porky to the ground with a "thud". "But it's super important!" His eyes looked back and forth, and leaned forward as he whispered quietly, "And super secret, too."

"L-L-Lola?" Porky asked.

"Not even the rabbit girl!" Daffy declared.

"M-M-Melissa?"

"You don't seem to grasp the words 'super-secret-that-no-one-must-know-about-it-but-us!'" Daffy stared him askance. "No one – and I mean, NO ONE – can know about this!"

"W-W-Well, you just revea-revea-revea-, you just blew it." Porky pointed behind the duck's back.

Daffy stood with a straight back, eyes wide. But then they came half-closed again as he held up a little sign that said, "Screw all this nonsense; I'm going into drama." He took a deep breath and turned around. Standing there was Melissa and another anthropomorphic animal – this time of a rabbit. She had tan fur, white fur on her feet, as well as from the lower half her face reaching down to her abdomen, and back to the back of her fluffy tail. She had a little pink nose, eyes with blue iris, and blond hair.

The two lovely ladies glared irately at the little black duck. "Well, Daffy?" Lola asked, crossing her arms. "We're waiting."

Daffy coughed, and tried to speak but all that came out was babbling, "Okay, er…well, dur… Ladies! I have to say… What do I have to say? Erm…"

"You ha-ha-have to tell them the tru-tru-tru, spill your deep and dark secret," Porky said nonchalantly.

Daffy's neck creaked as he turned his head toward the pig, and hissed, "You're deth-picable…"

End of Chapter 1