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Epilogue

The snowflakes were falling, a soft graceful decent on this 24th of December. Joining the stretch of white already on the ground, they glistened like stars in the glowing streetlamps of Acme Acres. The windows were decked with holly and candles. Christmas trees twinkled through the glass and wreaths hung from every lamppost. Snowmen, all tagged with 'Parson Brown' name tags, stood standing on every block, their branch arms waving with wool mittens.

There was no bitter wind to be felt and the sky above was dark and cloaked with clouds.

The two adults were walking hand in hand, their long blue and pink ears swaying slightly with each step towards their destination.

"There's nothing like coming home, is there, Babsy?" the man said to his wife.

"Nothing in all the world," Babs said, glancing fondly at the clock tower's direction. "It's still our Acme Acres. Some things never change — just like our big feet," she added, cracking a smirk.

"Or like us," Buster said gently, giving his wife's hand a squeeze.

They pressed on down the familiar road, the same road that still told stories of days long past: days when they were much more 'Tiny'. Though now adults, their love of comedy and each other remained as it did when they were fourteen: thriving and young-hearted.

They came to the block's corner and turned. There, opposite them on the other end, were two wonderfully familiar faces, walking, like them, hand in hand. Well . . . one of them was walking. The other was levitating, her long blonde hair flowing down her back, looking tranquil with the cold winter night.

"Shirls?" Plucky muttered, shaking her hand linked with his, a gold ring glinting on his ring finger. "Shirls! We're here."

"I know, Plucky," she said, opening her eyes. "I recognize the aura anywhere. And speaking of familiar auras. . . ." With the grace of a feather, she floated down and touched her feet onto the snowy sidewalk. "Like, hey, Buster! Hey, Babs!"

"Hey, guys!" said Buster brightly.

Babs and Shirley rushed over and hugged. Buster and Plucky clasped their hands in a handshake and patted each other on the back.

"How's the twin act treating ya?" asked Plucky, his smile still holding its smug charm.

"Oh, quite the experience," Buster answered, grinning at Babs. "The Winklebunnies have been taking the stage internationally."

"Plus, all the other acting opportunities give us a good balance," Babs added. "Always something new and exciting, but we wouldn't miss coming here for anything."

"Same here," said Shirley. "All is good here, though."

"Seriously good!" Plucky said enthusiastically. "Shirl's spiritual therapy and healing works wonders! You'd hardly believe what people can do after sessions with her!"

"Oh, we believe that, Plucky," Buster replied.

"Yeah," said Babs, smirking, "it must've worked wonders for your mind, being a school teacher and all."

"Hey!" he said defensively. "Being head of Stunts, Safety, and Surprises has A LOT of ups and downs, not to mention with all the students. But . . . yeah," he admitted with a humble grin, "I probably would lose my head without Shirls."

"Always there to help, whether with this world or another," said Shirley, reciting her therapy slogan. "And, as always, Plucky, you get it for free." She kissed him on the cheek. "Kisses, too."

The four of them turned towards the nearby house. Once only one story, it had grown to three and doubled in space. In the front yard, next to the mailbox, old and proud from many years standing, a wooden sign read:

FURRBALL CAT

STRAY CAT MOTEL and SHELTER

ALL WELCOME WITH OPEN ARMS and PAWS

Buster stared fondly at the building. "I hear Furrball's little business does very well. It's really grown since we were teens."

"Always open and always friendly," Shirley praised. "Me and Plucky enjoy spending nights here when we need a break from it all."

"Plus, he has every episode of Tiny Toon Adventures on Blu-Ray!" said Plucky. "I still can't believe we used to watch with VHS tapes."

Just then, they turned at hearing a car pull up and stop on the snowy curb.

Out from a pink Cadillac's driver side came Hamton. He had grown taller but not totally slimmer. Despite his diet remaining healthy, being a pig still had its heft. He was somewhere between his mother's plump figure and his father's stoutness. To put it honestly, he was handsome.

Heartily, he waved. "Hey, everyone!"

He opened the passenger side door and held out his hand. A soft, purple furred hand reached out and took his, a diamond ring on her finger. Out stepped a breathtakingly, beautiful skunk, her tail as fluffy and giant as ever.

"Bonjour, mon amis," Fifi said with love.

She, Babs, and Shirley hugged.

"Ah, come on boys, do not be shy."

Not shy at all, Buster and Plucky hugged their dear friend as Hamton embraced Babs and Shirley.

"We're all here again," said Hamton fondly.

Babs patted his shoulder. "How's the Country Club's star chef doing?"

Hamton shrugged. "All right. I wouldn't know about 'best', though."

"Ah, do not be modest, mon amor," said Fifi, hugging his arm. "You are ze best. Having studied at ze Cordon Bleu with flying colors, your food speaks for itself."

"No one does dessert like you, though," Hamton added softly.

"Merci," she said sweetly.

"He's not kidding," said Plucky. "You should see how many kids at school sign up for French class. All of them are crazy for Professor Fifi's famous chocolate truffles." With a laugh, he added, "It's certainly a great motivation, I can tell you."

"Meow!"

The six of them turned. The sound was as familiar as it was endearing. There, dressed in a Christmas sweater, was Furrball, his fur neatly groomed and one ear still tattered. He stepped on over and hugged his friends, giving Hamton the last and strongest.

"How are you?" he asked, shaking his old friend's paw.

"Meow," he replied grinning, which meant something along the lines of, "Never better."

They all spent the next several minutes standing there amongst the lightly falling snow, talking and catching up.

Several familiar faces pulled up and passed by them, giving their friendly 'hellos'. Mary Melody, with sheet music under her arm, walked to the motel's front door, holding Gogo Dodo's hand, which, of course, wasn't attached, but Mary had grown used to it by now. Right behind, Calamity, Little Beeper, Dizzy, Sneezer, Sweetie, Concord, and Pete Puma had all come to celebrate. All grown up, but no less friendly or looney.

There were all the classic toons, too: Bugs Bunny and Daffy Duck, wearing matching sweaters; Elmer Fudd and Porky Pig, both dressed as Santa Claus; Sylvester and Tweetie, the latter resting on the former's shoulder; Granny, carrying boxes of homemade cookies; Wile E. Coyote, walking with a tall, shaky stack of presents; Tasmanian Devil, munching on a giant fruitcake; Speedy Gonzales, carrying maracas and humming 'Feliz Navidad'; Foghorn Leghorn, yapping away to Road Runner who always answered with 'Meep'; and Yosemite Sam, a Christmas wreath wrapped around his cowboy hat.

Not a single one of them looked a day older.

A long, gold limo, driven by Grovely, pulled up beside Fifi's Cadillac. Out walked Montana Max, tall, sleek brown hair, and dressed in a silver and gold suit. Beside him was Elmyra, her arm linked with his.

When they passed the seven friends, Monty's face remained rigid for a second, but then gave a mean-no-hard-feelings nod. They all returned it, except for Babs, who stuck out her tongue, which Monty copied. Giggling, Elmyra waved at them. In her free hand she held Rocky, wearing a Santa Hat.

"Good grief, she still has that rock!" said Plucky in amazement, watching as the pet rock bounced in Elmyra's hand as she, Monty, and Grovely headed to the motel.

"Must be, like, indestructible," Shirley supposed. "Anyway, their relationship is actually doing well, if you can believe it. Though I do have Monty down for therapy at least twice every month, mainly for relief from all those backbreaking hugs."

Hearing the door close, Furrball gestured them forward.

"Well, I guess it's about time we join the party," said Buster. "Come on, Babsy."

She took his hand.

"See you all inside," Babs called. "Don't take all night."

"Ready for some fruit cake, Shirls?" Plucky asked.

"Like, no time like the present," she said, and they too set off towards the house.

Furrball turned to Hamton and Fifi.

"We'll be there in a minute, Furrball," Hamton said.

"Oui," said Fifi. "Go on, we do not want you getting cold."

With a nod and a smile, Furrball walked to his home and business, the lights through the windows showing a wide display of cheer and friendly spirit.

When the door closed halfway, Hamton was the first to speak. "Our parents should be flying in tonight."

"Oui," said Fifi. "Gigi's bringing Jeromé!" She sighed calmly. "So hard to believe my leettle sister is engaged."

"Same here," said Hamton, smirking. "My pen pal has really grown into a beautiful lady."

"She is steell a smart alack, zhough," Fifi mentioned. "But . . . she is good zat way."

"She talks a lot about you in our letters," Hamton reminded. "She really looks up to you."

"I know, and I love her, too." Fifi admitted with a small smile. Gently, she took his hand. "She loves you, as well. She calls you ze brother she never had."

"And I'll happily be her brother," Hamton said. "However, you are the sister she's always had and admired forever, long before she ever met me," he insisted.

Fifi blushed. Even after so long, her darling's words never ceased to make her heart flutter. "How did I ever earn such a wonderful man like you?"

"Simple: you're the most wonderful girl I've ever known," Hamton answered, blushing at the memory this phrase brought up. "And," he cupped Fifi's cheek, "you and your love are the greatest Christmas gifts I ever received. They still are."

"Mon amor. . . ."

And they kissed, their embrace gentle and their passion forever young.

Off in the distance of the city, the iconic clock tower began to chime.

When they pulled apart, Hamton whispered. "Shall we go in?" He honestly wouldn't have minded standing out here, kissing his wife all night.

"Oui," she beamed. "Let us not keep zem waiting." Smirking, she then gently placed her hand on her belly. "I cannot wait to share ze news about our leettle Christmas gift." Her husband chuckled merrily.

And together, hand in hand, Hamton and Fifi walked to the warm, festive house as Furrball opened the door to welcome them in.

— THE END —