*Chapter 1: Back to Basics*
The winter weather continued onward at a balmy 75 to 80 degrees. It was now New Years Eve and there was a small crowd gathering around a miniature golf course.
"I'm here live at the Burbank Miniature Golf Course and Shotgun Arcade Amusement Park, where mini golf champion, Tigre Forrest is going to take his hand at the New Year's Tournament." announced a news lady.
Coming out of a white Ferrari, was a tall, built tiger wearing professional golf attire and a cap. With his nose stuck up into the air and ignoring the little people watching him. He carried his golf clubs all the way into the course and stopped at the first green. The first obstacle was a cottage with a turning wind mill. The wide blades covered the small tunnel through the house as they rotated. Tigre then inspected each of his clubs, trying to figure out which one was best to start out with. After finally choosing one, the striped golf player positioned himself in front of the ball.
"Alright...this one's for 50 points!" Tigre gleefully told himself.
Just as he was raising his club, he was suddenly trampled and flattened by a revving golf cart. Sitting inside it was the Warner quartet all dressed in sportsy outfits except for Rem, who was in her usual attire save for a grey visor.
"Well guys, here we are." Yakko proclaimed. "The Burbank Mini-Golf Course!"
"Did we just run over somebody" Rem asked abruptly.
Tigre Forrest pulled himself out from underneath the golf cart and confronted them.
"EXCUSE, ME!" he exclaimed.
"You're excused." Wakko quipped.
"But I'm trying to set a record here! So if you don't mind...GET OFF THE GREEN!"
With that, Tigre turned around and went back to his play while the Warners were greatly undeterred.
"Our new best friend." Yakko purred while arching his eyebrows up and down and pointing with his thumb.
"He does realize that this is a public establishment, right?" Rem said.
"Oh, but that's only half the fun, Rem." Dot remarked.
The quartet watched Tigre get into position again and scope out the shot. When he was starting to take his sweet time, Rem became irritated.
"This is why I hate golf." she growled quietly. "The most boring sport ever..."
"I thought you said tennis is the most boring sport." Wakko countered giddily.
"They both are, except golf is freaking unbearable. I mean, people take forever to take a shot. I see more action in volleyball..."
"And this is coming from someone who watched Caddyshack three times the other week." Yakko remarked.
"At least something happens in that movie. And besides, I kinda like SNL."
"WILL YOU KIDS BE QUIET?!" Tigre Forrest snapped. "I'M TRYING TO TEE OFF!"
Rem frowned at him as he left to take his shot again.
"How 'bout you su-"
The teen was interrupted by her peers who covered her mouth and hands just she was about to raise her middle digit with Dot and Wakko looking anxiously about.
"Whoa, Rem." Yakko rasped. "Do try to remember that this is a kid's show."
Rem muttered something that was incoherent because her voice was muffled. Then, Tigre finally took his shot and the ball flew past the mill and into the hole.
"HA!" the striped golfer sneered at the quartet before going pompously off to the next green.
"Jackass..." Rem mumbled under her breath.
"Well sibs, let's get this show on the road." Yakko said.
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Tigre was at the third green, facing a mechanical crocodile moving its jaw up and down. He raised his club to make a shot, when a blue golf ball hit him on the head and caused him to growl in frustration. On the opposite side of the course, Wakko was standing tall and surveying the horizon for his ball.
"Nice shot, Wakko." Dot complimented. "You cleared the fountain."
Next, Yakko took his turn. Rem was holding the Warners' golf caddy bag since she decided not to play.
"So, you don't like European swords huh?" the elder Warner taunted.
"...well, it's not that I hate 'em." the teen admitted. "I mean, some of them look kinda pretty and badass. Hell, they might as well be passed off as freaking godsends. I just prefer Japanese swords because they're lighter more often than not, faster, and a little more accurate..."
"And more dangerous. FORE!"
Rem silently scowled at his remark as he swung his club. His ball flew through a fountain and all the way into the next green, where it smacked Tigre Forrest in the head. Absolutely enraged, he confronted the Warners again. He stomped right over to them with Yakko's ball in hand.
"Do you children mind?!" he asked impatiently. "I'm trying to set a record!"
"Gee, that's almost what Ted Knight said." Yakko quirked. "By the way, it ain't sportsmanship to remove other people's balls from the green."
With that, the suave Warner laid a big smooch on the golf player who instantly became revolted.
"Do you know who I am?" the tiger asked.
"A pompous jerk who thinks he's the cat's meow?" Rem remarked.
"I, am Tigre Forrest! Professional Miniature Golf player! And I'm going to win the New Year's competition. So if you'll excuse me, I've got a trophy to win!"
With that, the golfer went off with his nose high in the air. Rem continued to silently scowl at him.
"Please tell me we're gonna figuratively kick this guy's butt." Rem said.
"We call it having fun with our best friend." Wakko purred.
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Tigre Forrest was now at the eighth green, facing a Ferris wheel that was designed to pick up the ball and carry it towards the other side. He raised his club to swing it, until...
"HOLD IT!"
Surprised, Tigre looked behind him. Yakko, dressed in a black suit along with Wakko, approached the golfer.
"Wha...what is the meaning of this?!" Tigre exclaimed.
Yakko promptly picked up the tiger's ball.
"This sir, is not a regulation golf ball." the elder Warner informed him.
"It...it isn't?" Tigre asked confusedly.
"Nope. I mean look at it, much too light."
The striped golfer watched him drop the ball to the ground.
"Might I suggest using this ball?" the toon said, holding up a black golf ball. "It meets regulation standards."
"Well...okay." Tigre stammered while scratching his head.
Yakko and Wakko quickly zipped away from the scene as Tigre raised his club. But when it met the ball, it instantly exploded, leaving the pro mini golfer covered in dynamite soot and blowing out a puff of smoke. Meanwhile the rest of the gang was watching from afar.
"Gee, why don't we just blow up the whole dang course?" Rem ranted.
"Because we're not after a gopher." Dot quipped.
Of course...
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Later, Tigre Forrest was walking to the 10th green very irritated.
"Oooo, those rotten kids." he cursed to himself.
The 10th green had a very complicated obstacle barring his way from the hole. It was tricky and required a lot of concentration. Tigre stared hard at the obstacle before him, measuring his shot out. Just when he was about to make the swing, loud music started to blare out.
(Now Playing: N.I.B by Black Sabbath)
"You call this classic rock?!" Yakko exclaimed in disbelief.
Tigre turned to see the quartet booming a stereo that was built into their caddy bag.
"Of course it's classic. It's Black Sabbath, dude." Rem retorted.
"CUT THAT OFF!" Tigre yelled from afar. "YOU KIDS ARE DRIVING ME CRAZY!"
"Just listening to some music while we golf." Yakko called out. "Even tho it's highly questionable."
"Whatever..." Rem muttered, rolling her eyes.
"FORE!" Wakko shouted as he swung his golf club.
The ball flew past Tigre and into the complicated contraption. Following some whirring and mechanical sounds, the ball popped out and went right into the hole.
"I got it!" the middle Warner cheered as his siblings celebrated.
Tigre Forrest growled and snapped his golf club in two.
(End Music)
The quartet made it to the 16th green where the obstacles just got more and more complicated from there on out.
"Seriously, how the heck do they expect you to win when these friggin' things are near impossible to get past?" Rem ranted.
"Well, they can't have everything too easy." Yakko pointed out. "Then there would be no challenge."
Rem let out a scoff.
"Tch, if I wanted something challenging, I'd go a dang chess match." she said.
Meanwhile, Tigre was sneaking around, trying to get back at the Warners. Only Rem seemed to notice that he had 'disappeared' somewhere.
"Is it just me, or did that guy leave or something?" the teen spoke out. "It's suddenly quiet."
"Probably because we got rid of that noise." Yakko remarked, referencing the music they had on earlier.
"Pay no mind to the funny man who looks like Tony the Tiger, Rem." Dot mused.
Tigre had a detonator box with him as he hid in the bushes. Apparently, he had placed dynamite underneath the hole. Just as Dot made her shot, he pushed the lever all the way down. But nothing happened. No explosions.
"Nice shot, Dot." Wakko complimented.
"Onto the next one." Yakko said.
Tigre stared at the scene in total disbelief. The dynamite was practically foolproof. Or at least, it was supposed to be. He ran to the hole to investigate what could have gone wrong. When the striped golfer got there, the dynamite exploded. After a few moments of stunned silence, he growled and stomped his feet on the ground.
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"Here we are gang, the 18th hole." Yakko announced.
About freaking time...
"This calls for the mega wedge." Yakko continued. "Rem, if you please?"
The teen let out a sigh and dug out a huge golf club with a scope attached.
"Does that thing even work?" Rem asked.
"Of course it does, oh ye of little faith." Dot quipped.
"NOOOO!"
Their attention was caught by Tigre Forrest who quickly scooted right up to them.
"I'm the miniature golf champ!" he exclaimed arrogantly. "I'm going to win this tournament!"
He whipped out his own club and shot the ball into the huge Empire State Building model blocking the way to the hole. But just as it exited the model, it rolled down the green, and barely reached the hole. He stared at it in total disbelief and denial that someone like that.
"Mmmmm, not bad." Dot said with her and her brothers swooning over him, and observing his shot. "But better luck next time."
The Warners whipped out their 'Mega Wedge' and made their own swing. Their zipped through the mechanics of the skyscraper model, leaving a trail of flames behind, rolled along the green and right into the hole.
"We won! We won!" Yakko and Wakko cried out together in glee.
As they celebrated, Tigre Forrest, still staring in total shock, lost consciousness and fell faint to the ground.
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A few minutes later, the quartet was presented with the 1st place trophy for winning the New Years Eve Tournament.
"Congratulations..." the Amusement Park owner said. "..to the Warner Brothers.."
"And the Warner Sisters..." Dot corrected him.
"For winning the Annual New Year's Mini Golf Tournament!"
A few onlookers gave an applause as the owner handed Wakko a nice looking trophy.
"Here Rem, you can have it." the middle Warner said.
"Huh?!" the teen cried. "I didn't even play! Besides, the hell am I gonna do with it, apart from watching it collect dust?"
"Just something to remember the good times with." Dot said sweetly.
I see. And this counts as a momento?
"And we didn't even have to use our secret weapon..." Yakko mused.
"What secret weapon?" Rem asked.
The elder Warner pointed to Bob Hope with a golf club.
"Hi guys, is this New Year's wild or what?" the celebrity quipped.
The teen instantly pinched the bridge of her nose.
"Oh my God, dude..." she whined.