A/n: I don't own Darkwing Duck. Oh, sorry, this is a different category, right? I also don't own Daffy Duck. I do have a T-shirt but that's not exactly a stock market equity thing.

A/n: I wrote this last half at about3 a.m. after staying up till then reading a comical novel.

A/n: Funny enough I have a memory of writing the first half of this story at about3 a.m.in the morning as well.

We're tiny, we're toony
We're all a little looney
And in this cartoony
We're invading your TV!

We're comic dispensers
We crack up all the censors
On Tiny Toon Adventures
Get a dose of comedy!

So here's Acme Acres
It's a whole wide world apart
Our home sweet home, it stands alone
A cartoon work of art.

The scripts were rejected
Expect the unexpected
On Tiny Toon Adventures
it's about to start.

They're furry, they're funny
They're Babs and Buster Bunny
Montana Max has money
Elmira is a pain.

Here's Hamton and Plucky
Dizzy Devil's ducky
Furrball's unlucky
and Go-Go is insane.

At Acme Looniversity
We earn our toon degree
The teaching staff's
Been getting laughs since 1933!

We're tiny, we're toony
We're all a little looney
It's Tiny Toon Adventures
Come and join the fun.

And now our song is done!

Chapter Two

Episode One: On With the Show

Daffy Duck woke after the sun and sat up amidst the white sheets of his double bed. He stretched his arms, yawning.

Something dark and biscuit shaped crashed through his cottage window and landed right between his beak making him choke. He gagged and sat up, spitting it out onto the foot of the bed. Staring at it for about half a second he realised what it was. "A hockey puck."

"Why is it?" He said crankily, gesturing at the ceiling. "After a perfectly rotten weekend of noisy shunting coal trains it always comes back to ..." He sighed moodily. "Looniversity students. It could be worse." He told himself. "Could be no Looniversity students." He shuddered. "That is what I get for taking a trip to Disney!" Daffy reprimanded himself crossly. "Random flashes of paranoia are going to be dogging me all day. Plucky Duck!" He bellowed the name then fished for his professor attitude from the depths of his brain. "The window's conveniently open now." He said with parental menace. "Won't you come in?"

A green duckling with a white singlet, blue helmet and grey hockey stick appeared at his window. "Hi, professor."

Daffy picked up the puck and growled angrily at the student. "Is-this-yours, Master Plucky Duck?" He hissed with suppressed temper.

"Uh, no, actually it's Hamton's sir-shucks, I can't take him anywhere." The boy lied lamely with a red blush on his face, snatching off his helmet and holding it behind him.

Daffy rolled his eyes, calming down slightly. "You get a B for fake sincerity; as usual. But a total fail on the cop out session itself. Nobody's gonna believe that story, kid, it's just regular lame."

The duckling gulped. "S-sorry, sir, I'm really working on my cop out stories. How do you do it again?"
Daffy shrugged. "Shadow me for a day, kid; I'll do it two or three times before sundown."
"Th-that's a real honour, sir."

Grovelling was Plucky's truly best skill and Daffy happily fell for it every time.

"It was a great shot though." Daffy stated generously. "You get an A plus for slapstick execution."

A smile slowly broadened on the face of the youth in the white swim singlet. "Yeah, it was a great shot, wasn't it?" He jumped up to sit on the end of Daffy's bed between the two block wooden posts and started his play-by-play recount of the slapstick event on his fingers.

"... Then Hamton tripped me and I ended up hitting it through our own goal instead. After that it hit the old poplar tree, soared over the yard to where it hit your sprinkler switch and then it hit the bucket that was hanging on your fence and rebounded - smash - through your window." Plucky stopped with his beak slightly open, reading Daffy's expression, a fresh red blush growing on his green features. "Er, heh. I'm getting detention for this, aren't I, sir?"

Daffy handed back the puck. "And again. A plus for deduction, kid." He petted the teen, mussing up his green feathers in a rare moment of obnoxious fondness induced by Disney ridden nightmares. "Glad to have you around, kid, now get out of here. I've got stuff to be doing."

Like a green feathery missile the adolescent duckling shot back out through the window. Daffy shook his head, knowing today's schedule off by heart. "On with the show ..." He grumbled and went to the bathroom and grabbed his toothbrush.

A short while later, an awake, an alert and a slightly puzzled Duck Dodgers complete with green cape and helmet was gaping at his empty launching station. His mild-mannered sidekick was sitting at the control console dressed in his customary blue but this time he was reading a comic book.

"Would you-" Duck Dodgers paused. "Porky, what are you reading?"

Porky's face went impassive, "It's not like you'll be doing any stunts today." He pointed to the empty station, "So I'm reading Darkwing Duck."
Duck Dodgers looked down at the floor at his feet, watching as his colouring literally dripped off him into a pool at his feet. "And again." Duck Dodgers calmed himself and with a whoosh the colouring came back to him. "Kindly tell me, my dear pig ... what-has-happened-to-my-ship?" He finished with a shriek.

Porky Pig calmly sat back at the control station, put his feet back up on the console in a leisurely position and reopened his comic book.

Then the mild mannered side kick looked up at him and stuttered, but not out of fear. "Ah-b-d-b-d-b-d-b ... the rabbit took it." He finished flatly and loosed his attention back on the Disney cartoon duck hero.

"That despicable rabbit." Daffy spun off his Duck Dodgers outfit and headed for the exit.
"You know, b-Daffy." Porky called out from behind. "The hero in this comic book doesn't need a rocket."

"Yeah, right." Daffy stated, "He's lucky. What do you expect?"
Porky laughed. "Oh, Daffy; you're such a kidder."
Daffy turned around and stood in front of Porky. "But he always wins." He stated, gesturing to the book.
"No!" Porky laughed again, "He just keeps trying until he does win. Look, see."

Daffy snatched the comic book and scanned the flashy pictures for the plot. "Ouch."
"Ezec-ecez-esk ... precisely." Porky stuttered happily. "Of course, all that only works in the battle between good and b-d-b-d ... evil."
Daffy handed back the comic book. "Well, that was enlightening, now I've still got to chase down that rabbit."

"I think he's having a March Hare day if you ask me." Porky settled back into his reading position.