I have returned! :D Sorry for making everyone wait so long! I hope this lengthy chapter makes up for it! :)


The next morning, a knock on the door woke Daffy up with a start.

"Who? What? Where? When? How?" He shouted, looking around. Another knock sounded.

"Oh, the door," Daffy said, coming to his senses. "Coming!" The duck opened the door to see a certain female red-haired duck staring lovingly down at him. She immediately began hugging and kissing Daffy, who was struggling to break free.

"Hello, cutie-pie!" Daffy finally got out of her grasp and fixed his rumpled outfit.

"Business before pleasure please, madam! What brings you here?" He asked. Melissa took a seat on Daffy's sofa.

"I heard that you were looking for Bugs Bunny," She began, gesturing for the duck to sit next to her. "And I figured I could help."

"Why?" Daffy questioned as he took a seat. She leaned over, wrapped her arms around him, and kissed his cheek.

"Because I'm crazy about you, sweetheart!" Daffy pushed her away.

"Stop that! I'm on a very important case! Now, if you don't have anything to show me, I'd like to get back to work, if you don't mind!" He stood up and walked toward the door. She shrugged, unphased, and casually reached into her pocketbook. After finding what she was looking for, she smiled and handed it to Daffy. It was a small piece of paper with a number written on it.

"What's this?"

"It's the number of a safety deposit box that Bugs has in the studio's First National Bank. The key you have might fit into the lock." Daffy stared at her suspiciously.

"Wait a minute. How did you know about the key?"

"You were asking some others about it, silly. Word travels fast, you know." Melissa replied. Daffy scratched his chin.

"Alright, I'll accept that answer for now, but you're not off the hook yet, you evil woman you!" Melissa got up and pinched his cheek.

"That's fine by me, handsome!" He blushed slightly and left his dressing room to follow his latest tip in the investigation, leaving Melissa alone. She observed Daffy's room.

"What a mess! That cute little hunk of feathers deserves better than this."

Meanwhile, Daffy was heading over to the studio bank in the next building over. The Warner Brothers had it made for the Looney Tunes so that they didn't have to deal with crowds of fans outside the studio lot. Just as he reached the front door to the bank, he checked his pockets and sighed.

"Wouldn't you know it? I left the key in my room!" He turned around and began the lengthy walk back to the set building. Upon making it back to his room, he entered and looked around. Someone had cleaned it from top to bottom. He scratched his head in confusion.

"Wasn't this place messy before?" The duck asked himself before shrugging it off. He got the key from it's hiding spot and headed for the door; however, a note on his dresser caught his eye. He picked it up and read it aloud.

"To My Favorite Duck,

I noticed your room was in disarray, so I cleaned it up for you.

Love, Melissa" He sighed.

"Well, at least she did a good job. Poor duck; my attractiveness seems to be a little too much for her." He left the note on the dresser and returned to the bank.

The inside of the studio's bank was bright and spacious. The walls were a pearly white with thin, gold trim; a couple of large windows let in some sunlight. The counter that the tellers sat behind was decorated with fancy gold-colored poles instead of the traditional bullet-proof glass, and the vault in the back was a shiny, polished steel. The whole place had a beautiful Western-theme to it; the designer did a lovely job. Maybe some of the Looney Tunes's future episodes could use the bank for filming. Daffy strolled up to the nearest clerk. The teller was a tall, chubby man with thinning black hair and a stony expression on his face. Daffy looked up at him, puzzled; the man seemed strangely familiar. He let the thought pass before returning to his mission.

"Excuse me, sir. I'd like to inspect the safety deposit boxes; I'm working on a case." He said. The man glared down at him.

"Why should I let you check the safety deposit boxes?" The clerk replied in an irritated tone.

"Like I said, I'm working on a case! Didn't you hear me the first time?!" Daffy shot back. They stared at each other for a few seconds, completely silent. Finally, the clerk sighed and signaled for Daffy to follow him to the back. Once they were in the safety deposit box area, Daffy began his search for Bugs's box. The teller began to leave.

"If you need any further assistance, I'll be in the front. . . Daffy." The duck froze, wide-eyed.

"Now, how did he know my name?" He squinted and scratched his chin, trying to recall when he had seen him before. Again, he dropped the subject.

"Oh, I'll think about that later. Right now, I should focus on this." He told himself as he continued looking. He eventually came across the right one.

"Here it is!" He took Bugs's key and inserted it into the lock. Daffy unlocked it and pulled it out so he could peek inside. The box was filled with carrots. He put the box down and placed his hands on his hips, annoyed.

"Carrots?! All of this drama and investigating, just for carrots?!" Daffy was about to shut the box and put it back when he noticed a small, crumpled piece of paper stashed in between some of the carrots. He grabbed the paper and opened it. There was an address to a particularly shady part of town written on it.

"Hmm. . . 666 Dark Alley Drive. This place doesn't sound life-threatening at all! I'll check it out tonight, but I have a few things to do, first." He closed the box and put it back in its slot. Suddenly, Daffy heard gunshots coming from the front of the bank. He put his hands in his pockets and went to see what was going on. Standing in front of the counter, gun pointed, was Rocky.

"Stick 'em up! This is a bank robbery! Just do as I tell you and no one gets hurt. Mugsy, grab the dough and let's get out of here." His partner nodded and walked toward the back room to start stealing the bank money. Instead of trying to stop them, Daffy calmly headed toward the exit, his hands still in his pockets. As he grabbed the knob of the front door, the bank security guard glanced at him.

"Aren't you going to do something?" He asked. Daffy stared at him.

"Take a number! I can only work on one case at a time!" Daffy pulled out a random slip of paper with the number two typed on it and tossed it at the man. "Besides, you're the security guard - how about you do something?" With that, Daffy left the bank; the guard only stared after him.


Okay, so Daffy finally got a new lead! :) What could this innocent-sounding address be for? And who was the familiar-looking clerk inside the bank? :O Hmm. . . More mysterious pieces of the puzzle are appearing. Keep reading to see what happens next!