Thanks so much for the reviews. I wasn't sure this was going to go down well, but apparantly it has. While I do appreciate constructive criticism, I'm going to say this now, so maybe we ca avoid such comments in the future.

I am aware there was a seven or eight year time gap. I wrote it, and was fully in control of my mental capacities at the time. Or, as in control as I normally am; whether or not that's clinically sane is a different matter.

Please do not tell me there was a time gap, because I know. Try to trust me. An important factor in my stories is that everything happens for a reason. You will be able to tell the difference between a plot hole and an intentional gap or change in the story. Hopefully.

Now that's done, please keep reading and reviewing, I'm happy so many people like it!

Gabby squirmed in the seat that was designed for someone three times more grown up than she was. She peered around the front office, the only sounds being the muffled static of the secretary's radio, and distant shouts of kids as they enjoyed the last five, glorious minutes before school officially started for another year. So this was Acme Elementary. The Acme schools were supposedly the best for 'toons in all of America, starting with Acme Elementary, then moving on to Acme Middle and then Acme Looniversity. Looniversity was more of a performance school, but at elementary level it was more about helping kids with all the normal lessons like Maths and English, but also finding their own talent with basic cartoon skills, like spin changes and pie throwing. Of course, a lot of this was subjective. Kids could have a normal reading age but be excellent at pie throwing, so grade boundaries weren't a necessity. This was the way it was with most 'toon schools, with classes set on ability rather than age.

Gabby sighed, and smiled nervously at the skinny, angular secretary. The secretary sniffed and returned to slowly filling in forms. Gabby wasn't too upset. The woman looked like a walking ruler, except one hundred percent more likely to try and take your soul. Gabby bit back a giggle as she imagined the secretary in grim reaper-style robes, and wished she could tell her dad about it. He'd had to go to work, so couldn't stay and see the principal with her. This made Gabby a little nervous, but she took a deep breath and decided she was going to be brave. She knew the Principals of all Acme Schools were famous toons from the old Looney Toons series, so it stood to reason the principal would be kind and friendly, but she was still nervous. All the same, no one had told her who the principal was, and this made her feel uneasy. A harsh buzzing sound shocked Gabby back from her thoughts, as the secretary motioned to the door.

"The principal will see you now."

Trembling, Gabby stumbled down from the chair, and made her way over to the door. She pushed it open, into a large, square office with one wall covered in bookshelves, and the opposite one hidden by dark green curtains. The walls were a sort of creamy colour, and the carpet was green. Gabby decided to look at the carpet, but instead found herself staring up at the huge writing desk that took up most of the room. All she could see, from her rather low down vantage point, was a pair of grey ears, sticking up towards the ceiling. Gabby silently cursed herself for being so small, while wishing the ears belonged to who she thought they did. A lazy Brooklyn accent came from somewhere near the ears.

"Hop up in the chair, kiddo. Carrots may be good for your eyes, but they don't give you x-ray vision."

Gabby gasped happily as she clambered onto a chair, and was finally able to see a rather amused, but friendly looking rabbit, dressed in a white business suit which was open at the neck, and... well, she assumed he was wearing pants, but she couldn't see as his legs were hidden by the desk. But either way, it didn't matter, because she was currently standing on tiptoe, in Bugs Bunny's chair, in Bugs Bunny's office, and about to be officially enrolled in his school. She grinned even wider as he shot her a wink, before looking around behind her.

"No grown up with you?"

"No..." Why couldn't her dad be here? He loved Bugs' cartoons almost as much as she did. "Dad had to go to work. He wanted to stay, but his boss phoned him up and told him he had to go in." Gabby blushed, realising she'd said all that very quickly, and it had come out in a garbled mess. She fell silent again.

Bugs raised his eyebrows, but stayed smiling. The poor kid was shaking, she was so nervous. Obviously the quiet type, which was a surprise as he'd been told she was top of the class at performance skills in her last school... He shrugged, and started leafing through the papers on his desk.

"Probably for the best. Grown ups only get in the way." He shot a quick glance at Gabby, who was hiding a giggle behind her hand. Well, she had a sense of humour, at least. "What does your dad do?"

"Writes songs." Gabby blushed again, her shyness taking hold of the reins, after that brief excitement. She let her fringe flop forward in front of her face, and plunged her hands deep in her pockets, managing to make herself smaller than she usually was. "For movie people."

"Ah." Bugs nodded, separating the papers into three piles. "An important job. So, Kiddo, you got a name? Or should I just keep calling you Kiddo? Kiddo?"

"Gabby Warner."

The irony of her name wasn't lost on Bugs, but he decided not to point it out, instead concentrating on her surname. Why was it so familiar? It wasn't an uncommon name, but something about her, in particular, being called Warner... He shook his head, and picked up three of his sheets of paper.

"Well Gabby, I need you to give these to your dad when you get home." He handed her the papers, and she obediently folded them and tucked them into her strawberry coloured back-pack. "He needs to fill them out and send them back to me, just so the school has the details it needs about you. Now, these are yours..." He handed her two more sheets of paper, and stood up. "Ones a map of the school, the other's your timetable. Now, enough forms and pieces of paper..." Bugs shuddered, walking around the desk and helping Gabby down from the chair. Gabby smiled, but less in response to his face of disgust and more to the fact that she now knew he was wearing dark blue jeans. Bugs lead her out of his office and down the hall, through now quiet corridors.

"Now, I've been on the phone to your old teachers, making sure I can put you in the right class." Bugs shot a quick glance at the little girl again. She was looking around, trying to take in everything, clearly burning with questions she was too shy to ask. She looked up at him and blushed, looking at the floor again. "Seems to me..." Bugs continued, as if nothing had happened. "You're a year ahead of other kids your age in pretty much every subject." Gabby blushed furiously, her hands gripping the insides of her pockets.

"I'm normal in maths..." She said, sounding as though she needed to defend herself from these accusations.

"Hey kid, there's no shame in being smart." Bugs raised his eyebrows, as they came to a stop by one of the classroom doors. "Knowledge is one of the best things you can get yourself. But enough of me sounding like an after school special. Your first class is through there. Do you want me to walk you in?"

Gabby looked up at the door, half wanting Bugs to walk her in and find her a seat and tell everyone to be nice, and half wanting to turn and run away as fast as possible. Gabby bit her lip, and looked up at Bugs. He nodded, and pushed the door open.

A tall, lanky looking human toon was leaning against her desk, clearly the teacher. The class was completely silent, all eyes on Bugs. This told Gabby that three seconds before the principal had appeared in the doorway it had been in uproar. Bugs raised an eyebrow at the class, before turning to the teacher.

"Miss Burnstien. You have a new student, her name is Gabby Warner." He said, simply, before stepping aside to let her in.

Gabby, shocked and unsure, edged into the room, feeling the classes gaze rest on her, heavy and burning, before, as one, all eyes flicked back to Bugs.

"Good luck, kid." He smiled again, giving her the thumbs up and shutting the door. Gabby turned slowly to the teacher. the teacher gave her a non-committal glance, reached into one of the drawers on her desk and tookout a text-book, still in its cellophane wrapping.

"There's a free seat by the window at the back of the class, Gabby. Sit yourself down and if you have any questions, just put your hand up. Class, move on to page nine and this time work in silence means work in silence." The teacher shot an icy glare around the class, as Gabby retreated quickly to her seat on an empty table at the back of the room. Hard part over, she told herself.

But there was one pair of eyes that hadn't watched Bugs. This pair of eyes had stayed on Gabby, watching her every move. Abbi leant low over her text book, pulling the hood of her jacket so that it covered all of her face except her eyes. Junior, a bulldog toon who took great pride in telling everyone his great uncle was Spike from Tom and Jerry, nudged Abbi in the ribs.

"Abbi, you're supposed to be working."

"Quiet, meat-head, I am working." She hissed back, not taking her eyes off Gabby.

"No you're not." Junior hissed, nudging her again. "What are you doing?"

"I'm watching the new girl."

"Why?" Junior looked across the room to Gabby, who had already torn through the cellophane wrapping and was working her way dedicatedly through the text book from page one. "She looks boring. And she looks like a nerd."

"I watched a film the other night about clones." Muttered Abbi, resting her chin in her hands. "And I think that girl is my clone."

"Clones?" Junior echoed, looking across at Gabby again.

"Yeah. They made clones of people so that they could take their insides if something went wrong with the real person, except the clones didn't know they were clones but they found out and tried to take over the real people. I wasn't supposed to be watching it..." Abbi muttered, wincing as she remembered one of the nastier bits. She shouldn't have watched it at all, but she had wanted to prove she was old enough. Maybe she wasn't, since she'd had nightmares for three days. Abbi shook her head, and returned to glaring at the new girl. The class members never really saw Abbi without her hood up, so they didn't know that she had similar floppy ears, and a similar white face surrounded by black fur. Abbi was convinced. This girl looked like her and even had an almost-exactly-the-same name as her. Looking up at Miss Burnstein, Abbi saw that she had already returned to a thick novel with a picture of some woman looking out of a window on the front. She had already figured that Miss Burnstien wasn't supposed to be reading it, since she hid it every time another teacher entered the room. But she also knew the teacher couldn't take her nose out of it, so Abbi stood carefully and began to edge towards the new girl's table. No one noticed, except Junior.

"What are you doing now?" He whispered loudly. Abbi flapped her hands and shushed him.

"I'm going to talk to her."

"Why?"

"Because if I sit next to you too long I might catch stupid disease." Abbi hissed, sticking her tongue out. "Now shut up, meat-head."

"Fuzz-face." He retorted, crossing his arms and leaning back on his chair, pouting. Abbi rolled her eyes, and walked across to Abbi's table. She didn't like Junior, but he kept hanging around her because... well she wasn't sure why. But Abbi didn't have many friends, so she'd just let him stay with her. All the children in the class were reaching a tricky age when they began to notice differences and similarities between each other. There were loads of rabbit and duck toons, quite a few pig ones and human ones too, but not many dog toons and certainly none like Abbi. She'd asked her dad why there was no one like her in the school and he'd just said she was "one of a kind". Miss Burnstien said it was because she was inkblot style, a breed of toon which mostly died out after the 50s. As Abbi approached the new girl, she could see definite similarities. There was no doubt about it, whatever Abbi was, the new girl was the same.

"What's your name?" Abbi shot suddenly as she sat down, making the girl jump.

"G... Gabby..." She stammered, looking at the new arrival. She couldn't see much of teh face behind the hood, but guessed it was a girl because she was wearing a skirt. "What's yours?"

"Abbi." The girl stated, looking her up and down. A slender black tail flicked behind her as she watched Gabby carefully. Gabby smiled nervously, and flicked her own tail back. After a brief silence, Abbi spoke up.

"How old are you?"

"Six." Gabby gave the girl another nervous smile. "I was put forward a year."

"Hum." Abbi replied, itching her nose. Gabby could just make out it was a round, shiny, red one, like hers but a little paler. "S'pose thats ok then." Abbi shrugged, shooting a quick glance around the room. "You can't be my clone, because you're smarter than me." Abbi nodded, seemingly satisfied with this answer.

"What?" Gabby didn't understand. "I'm not a clone... at least, I don't think I am..."

"No, you're not..." Abbi looked at her again, sounding a lot happier. "You look different close up. Fluffier. And I don't have teeth like that or pink bits in my fur."

Gabby raised her eyebrows, confused. What was this girl talking about. She was saved asking though, as Abbi shot a surrepticious glance round the classroom again, and lowered the red hood of her jacket. Gabby gasped as an almost mirror image of herself stared back at her. Yes the fur was different, Abbi's stuck out more and Gabby's had pink flecks; Perhaps their ears and tails were slightly different, and Gabby was a few inches smaller, but to someone standing far enough away, they'd look pretty much identical.

"Creepy..." Gabby muttered, as they both extended gloved hands towards each other.

"Something's going on." Abbi whispered, conspiratorially, leaning in towards Gabby. Gabby leaned in too, intrigued by Abbi's talk of plots. "And now you're here, its absolute proof."

"What is?"

"You'll see at break." Abbi nodded, giving her a knowing look as she raised her hood again. "There's someone you've got to meet."