See disclaimers. Oh, and I don't own Looney Tunes either--just the box sets.

The food on the table was dwindling, but Garcia managed to sneak a few pouches of her world-famous microwave popcorn in the room unnoticed. "You really can't tell it's not from an air popper," she said, dumping the contents of several bags into a leftover sandwich box. "Have some."

"Don't mind if I do," Emily said, taking a large handful. "Now, about those cartoons?"

"Oh, yeah," Reid said, munching on several buttery kernels himself. "Here's one about Speedy—did you know that until recently Speedy shorts weren't played in syndication?"

"And just what is wrong with my main mouse?" Garcia demanded.

"Actually, nothing. Networks wouldn't play Speedy cartoons because they thought that they portrayed a negative image of the Latino community—a lot of the supporting 'mice' were shown as either lazy, drunk, womanizers, or sometimes all three. What they learned was that the Latino community actually couldn't get enough of Speedy, because to them he embodied a lot of really good qualities—he was brave, hardworking and upbeat, just to name a few."

"Huh," JJ said. "An attempt at good PR gone bad."

"Precisely." The cartoon started and the image of two cats sitting lazily on top of a large wall came into view.

"I see what you mean about the lazy," JJ remarked. "I mean, if we did that all day…"

"Yeah, JJ, but watch," Garcia said, her eyes glued to the screen as a little puff of smoke soared past the lazy cats.

"Speedy Gonzalez? Who's he?"

"Speedy Gonzalez ees the fastest mouse in all Mehico. You no catch heem with the feets. You gotta catch heem with…with the brains." Emily noticed that Garcia was very softly repeating the words from the film as they were said on the screen, completely enthralled.

"So these two are gonna try and catch him, huh?" JJ asked. "Yeah. We're looking at two geniuses here."

"Hey," Reid yelped, looking hurt.

"Sorry. But still, something tells me these two have the mental capacity of a walnut."

"Actually, did you know that…"

"Forget I said anything," the liaison said, cutting Reid off in mid-fact. "Watch."

Soon the antics on-screen began. The four agents howled when one of the cats was dragged literally out of the 'city' limits.

"Fast and strong," Garcia said happily. "Plus, he's quite the lover."

"Really?" Now Emily was intrigued.

"Oh, yeah. Not in this one, but in lots of others, his, ah, 'exploits' are well known. Speedy knows 'everyone's seester!'"

"Huh. Fast, strong, good with women—why did people think they wouldn't like him again?"

"Who knows." Garcia's hand slammed on the table as the cats were tiptoeing through a minefield they'd planted themselves. "Hey, genius cats," she called out. "You don't go…"

There was a small explosion on screen, followed by a short sound and then a thud. A couple of minutes later, the process was repeated for the other cat.

"Revenge is still popular," Emily noted. "Notice how it was an accident, but the black cat still gets even for it?"

The three agents in the room nodded their heads, staring at the image of the cats back on their perch on the wall.

"Oh, now they're going after Slowpoke Rodriguez," Garcia whispered.

"Huh?" Both JJ and Emily were confused.

"The slowest mouse in all Mehico!"

"Oh…"

"Jose, wait! I forgot to tell you something…"

"Senor Slowpoke, you will taste good with the chili peppers!"

KA-BOOM!

"What the hell?!" Emily cried.

"That's what I was trying to tell you," the cat on screen said.

"That gun in that mouse's hand is, like, five times bigger than he is!" Emily cried again.

"It's a cartoon, Emily," Reid said. "Anomalies in physics are allowed."

"Didn't you ever watch cartoons as a kid, Em?" Garcia asked as the credits rolled.

"Not really. I mean, I caught a couple once or twice, but half the time we were living in places that didn't know what a television looked like. Wasn't until I got older that I really started to like them."

"Oh, that was fun," Garcia said, looking at Reid. "And now for my other one?"

"Other one?" The young profiler looked confused.

"Yeah, doctor—you said you had two cartoons I might like."

"Oh, I do." Reid got up and loaded the next disc into the projector. "Emily, I think you might appreciate the humor in this one too…"

The featured short is "Mexicali Shmoes," a very good exemplar of Speedy's work.