In the Acme private education system, studies in the arts of wacky cartooniness are valued at extremely expensive tuition prices.Despite this, a toon degree that is achieved after completing four years of cartoon education is often ignored by employers when put on an applicant's resume. Our story follows four former Acme Looniversity students who have been given very few opportunities since graduating in the mid-90s.These are their stories.
The club's signage displaying a clown's head was the only light illuminating the dark, snowy sidewalk in the seedy part of downtown Acme Acres. Despite the lifeless atmosphere of the street it was on, the scene inside the Acme Strip Club was a lot more vibrant. Both human and non-human species gathered under dim, purple lights to watch a purple skunkette pole-dance to smooth jazz while wearing nothing but an adult diaper, a pink bowed ribbon around her swirl of hair, and a black kink collar.
It was 1:57 a.m., just three minutes before closing, and Fifi La Fume was the only stripper still working at the club for the night. As both male and female spectators dropped stacks of cash in a large steel bucket on the ageplaying skunkette's stage, she concluded her final dance with a twerk to a quiet yet passionate applause.
An hour later, Fifi was pulling into the parking lot of the Acme Bank to deposit the tip money she made during her shift on her way home. She drove up to the ATM in her street-legal go-kart, inserted her debit card into the machine, and began depositing her huge stack of money as the sound of footsteps started approaching her from behind. Fifi looked over her shoulder and when she saw nothing, she reached into her purse that was sitting on her passenger seat and grabbed an ACME Ats38000 Strikelight Stun Gun taser.
By then, the ATM had finished counting and depositing her money, and it returned Fifi's debit card. As she was buckling herself back into her go-cart, a loud female voice startled her so much that she jumped straight into the air for a few feet and then she bounced on her diapered butt back into the driver's seat.
"Like, oh my god! Hi, Fifi!" the voice had said.
Fifi jumped out of the car aiming her scent glands at the source of the noise while crackling her taser.
"Auggh!" Shirley the Loon gagged in a cloud of skunk spray; her pupils in her bloodshot eyes had been replaced with swirling spirals while her knees were buried in the snow as she gasped for breath; a marijuana blunt fell out of her mouth and into the snow as she did.
"Shirley!" Fifi exclaimed. "My sincerest apologies, mon amie! I did not mean to spray you! I get scared easily, especially een zhe night!"
Shirley got herself up from the ground, and wiped some snow off of her legs. "Well, you could, like, at least mean to spray me a little a bit, stinky girl," she flirtaciously teased as she gave her former classmate a gentle, yet playful shove and a wink. She then picked up her blunt from the snow, took out a lighter from a pocket in her pink shirt, and relit it. "Have I ever told you that getting sprayed by a pretty skunk like yourself is totally my turn-on!?"
(Insert New Version of "Tiny Toon Adventures" Theme Song)
(We see the Warner Bros. logo which zooms away and it transitions to the Tiny Toons circle.)
Buster: We're tiny . . .
(Buster appears.)
Babs: We're toony . . .
(Babs appears.)
Cast: We're all a little looney,
(The rest of the Tiny Toons cast join in.)
And in this cartoony,
we're invading your TV.
(The Tiny Toons run out of the TV.)
Buster and Babs: We're comic dispensers.
(Buster squirts himself with a seltzer bottle, while Babs hits herself with a pie.)
Fifi: We crahck up ahll ze censahrs.
(The censors are laughing)
Cast:On Tiny Toon Adventures,
(Fifi emerges from the TV and smashes the screen with a mallet.)
get a dose of comedy!
(Buster is dressed as a doctor, while Babs and Fifi are dressed as nurses.)
So here's Acme Acres,
it's a whole wide world apart.
(We see a view of Acme Acres.)
Fifi: Our hahme sweet hahme, eet stahnds ahlahne,
a cahrtoon wahrk of ahrt!
(Fifi is making a painting of her Cadillac. She's wearing a French barret.)
Plucky: The scripts were rejected,
(Plucky is operating a type writer.)
expect the unexpected.
(A second Plucky head emerges from the paper, scaring the real Plucky.)
Cast: On Tiny Toon Adventures, it's about to start!
(We see the Tiny Toon Adventures logo again.)
Plucky: They're furry,
They're funny.
(Buster and Babs Bunny appear.)
Cast: They're Babs and Buster Bunny.
(Buster and Babs take off their disguises, revealing that Buster is really Babs and Babs is really Buster.)
Montana Max has money.
(Montana Max emerges from a pile of dollars, holding more dollars.)
Teen Titans are a bane!
(The TTG Versions of the Teen Titans are harassing Elmyra until Bane whacks all six of them with a large steel girder. Some of them hit the camera.)
Buster: Here's Hamton.
(Hamton is vacuuming his floor.)
Plucky: And Plucky!
(Plucky emerges from the vacuum.)
Babs: Fifi's very mushy!
(Fifi is kissing Calamity Coyote silly, covering his face in pink lipstick kisses.)
Cast: Furrball's unlucky . . .
(Furrball is smelling a flower until a piano crushes him.)
and Gogo is insane.
(Gogo Dodo hits himself with a mallet, splitting him into more copies.)
Fifi: Aht ahcme looniverseety we earn our toon degree.
(We see Acme Looniversity.)
Ze teacheeng stahff's been getteeng laughs seence 1933!
(Fifi and the other students are gathered at class. The teachers present are Bugs Bunny, Elmer Fudd, the Roadrunner and Wile E. Coyote, posing. Coyote is flattened by an anvil.)
Cast: We're tiny, we're toony, we're all a little looney,
(We see the cast of Tiny Toon Adventures)
It's Tiny Toon Adventures, come and join the fun!
(We see the logo again, but then, Fifi thrusts the words of 'Fifi's New' on top and joins Buster and Babs in the logo.)
Fifi: Ahnd now our sahng ees dahne!
"Hiya, Toonsters! I'm Buster Bunny."
"And I'm Babs Bunny."
"No relation," the two bunnies said in unison as they stood just a few feet away from Fifi and Shirley.
"Welcome to our 2021 Tiny Toons Reunion-Slash-Christmas-Special! Say Merry Christmas, Babs."
"Merry Christmas, Babs."
"Excuse-moi monsier et mademoiselle Bunny, no relation," exclaimed Fifi as she produced a wooden mallet and angrily approached the bunnies with it; her face turning red with a thin plume of smoke rising from it and her teeth clenched.
"Now, now, " Shirley began. She took a hit from her blunt before continuing, "let's totally, like, not throw a tantrum, diaper baby."
Fifi's face turned back to purple and white, except for her cheeks which were now blushing with embarrassment as Fifi just realized she had wet herself when Shirley jump-scared her. "Je ne suis pas un bebe! I am a stripper! My reason for wearing this diaper is purely for...kinky purposes." She smiled embarrassingly as she began to sweat.
"Well, you're still total need of a diaper change, you big baby. And what's a baby without Mama Shirley to change her?" Shirley's tone had reverted back to a playful flirtatious one.
Meanwhile, Babs and Buster were now sitting in foldable chairs, watching the girls argue while eating popcorn.
"This is getting real good," Babs murmured to her husband.
"Le sigh. Fine, you win this round, mademoiselle McLoon. But only because I am un lonely skunkette in desperate need of a love." Fifi's eyes began to dilate like a puppy dog's and she began to sob as Shirley cradled her.
"There, there, babe. Mama Shirley will get you all changed up."
"Yes, please. Change me, Mommy!"
Babs angrily threw the paper bucket of movie popcorn onto the snowy ground. "Aww, come on! Did you really have to settle that one so early!? You could have at least put up a little resistance, Feef! Augh! Oh God, what's that smell?"
Fifi's scent had become active as she was giggling and lying on a changing mat while Shirley wiped her princess parts and applied baby powder. "Shirley, I have no idea what you or Babs and Buster are doing here; but I have never felt this much amour pour someone in a tres long time."
Shirley strapped a new diaper onto Fifi. "Yeah, yeah. I was the last someone you felt 'amour' for."
"If you really want to know what we're doing here, it's for the Tiny Toons reunion!" exclaimed Buster.
"Twenty-six years since our days at Acme Loons. Twenty-six years since we last saw each other, and we just so happened to all meet each other by sheer coincidence in the snowy parking lot of a bank!" Babs said sentimentally.
"Well, it's not exactly by sheer coincidence if we met for the purpose of the Reunion-Slash-Christmas Special."
"Don't ruin it, Buster."
"Perhaps we should celebrate this serendipitous moment by all going out to The 90s Bar for a drink," suggested Shirley.
"Hell, yeah! I could really use a margarita, right now!" Babs screamed excitedly.
"No, no; we're really better off just going to Weenie Burger, for old time's sake," implored a very cautious Buster.
"Woo! Woo! Margerita! Let's all have some cocktails at the local bar!"
"Hey, have you heard of the special they have over at Weenie Burger? They're selling a Big Weenie hot dog and a Mega Weenie Cola together for $5.99!!!"
"MARGERITA!!!! MARGERITA!!!! HOO, HOO, HOO!!!"
Buster was now sweating nervously as his wife got more and more pumped up at the idea of having a margerita cocktail.
"You know, I could really use a cold one after a night at zhe strip club," said Fifi.
"Please, no," Buster whispered to her. "Babs will start with just one cocktail; but then she'll have another, and another, and then another!"
But the skunkette did not listen to him, as she had already walked over to where Babs was standing.
"MARGERITA!!! MARGERITA!!! HOO, HOO, HOO!!!" the two girls exclaimed in unison, punching the air with every single word they said.
Then Shirley joined them, and the three girls yelled in an encore, "MARGERITA!!! MARGERITA!!! HOO, HOO, HOO!!!"
Buster let out a disappointed groan of Defeat.
"But how are we all going to fit inside mon petite car?" Fifi inquired.
"Babe, have I ever told you how much I want you to sit on my lap while you drive that hot rod," Shirley said, flashing her eyebrows and putting her arm around Fifi's neck.
"We better not drive by a cop. But you lovebirds can sit in the two seats while Babs and I ride in the trunk," Buster said.
Despite being almost 4 in the morning, the scene at The 90s Bar when Fifi drove up to it was still very vibrant; being open 24 hours a day, the bar, like the city of Acme Acres itself, is one that never sleeps. As Buster and Babs got out of the trunk, Buster immediately puked on the side of the street.
"So much for riding in the trunk, huh, Buster?" Babs teased.
At just the right time, an automated street sweeper was approaching their location; it's yellow-orange headlights blinking along with the words "CONTAMINATION DETECTED" displaying on a computer screen that would be where the windshield was if it were driven by a person. A vaccuum came from a duct above the computer screen and it sucked up Buster's regurgitation before the headlights resumed on without blinking, the screen no longer displayed it's detection message, and the vehicle proceeded onto its nightly cleaning route.
Fifi had taken out her wallet, and was now depositing quarters into the computerized Smart Parking Meter next to her parking spot to pay for two hours of parking time.
Upon entering the bar through a revolving door, the four toons were greeted by a gray, humanoid robot with a TV screen for a head standing at the host stand. The robot began to scan each of their faces to take their temperature; a holographic beam floated across their heads from a small projector above the TV.
"Thank God this restaurant has a completely automated staff, or else the COVID police would be on our butts for not wearing face masks!" cracked Babs humorously.
"Well, in fact, the actual police will be on our butts for not wearing masks; the City of Acme Acres has placed mask mandates-"
Babs jumped up and covered Buster's mouth with her paw. "Shh, Buster! The robots don't know that!"
After the inspection, the TV screen turned on to display George H. W. Bush in a medium closeup shot with trippy, brightly-colored, and rapidly changing wallpaper in the background. Despite being CGI, the software simulating H. W.'s body was so advanced that it looked as if actual footage of the former American president in front of a green screen was being used.
"Greetings, m-m-my fellow A-Americans," said H.W., with an electronic, glitchy stutter. "Welcome t-t-t-to The 90s B-B-Bar. M-My name is George. How many people will I be seating, t-tonight?"
"Table for four, please," said Buster.
Throughout the brightly, colored, Saved by the Bell-themed restaurant, the hit single "Wannabe" was playing on a red jukebox in the corner of the dining room.Although patrons sitting at the booth tables were served by the humanoid robots, those sitting at the bar were served by TVs on robotic arms that moved on a track on the ceiling. The TV serving guests on the left side if the bar displayed Tom Cruise as the "bartender," while the TV serving the right side displayed Sandra Bullock. Like H.W., both actors were made of CGI meant to replicate live action, spoke with an electronic stutter, and we're designed to be purposely glitchy.
An O scale model train track ran across the bar from tunnels that lead into the kitchen. As the four tiny toons reached their booth table, a black Lionel 700E hudson steam locomotive came out of the left tunnel and around a curve pulling a string of flatcars with food and drinks on it. The train parked in front of the customer it was delivering to, who would then take it off the flatcar; then, the train would continue on its way through the other tunnel on the right side back into the kitchen to pick up more food and drinks.
"Like, this place is giving me some mega nostalgic vibes," Shirley said as she sat down next to Fifi before levitating in a criss-cross applesauce position a couple of feet in the air; the bunnies sat next to each other on the opposite side.
The robot placed menus in front of each of the four. "Our daily drink sp-sp-special consists of five-dollar drinks and sh-sh-sh-sh-sh-sh-shots...shots...shots..."
Shirley slammed her fist onto the table. "Uh, can we please get a waiter that isn't so totally malfunctioning!?"
Upon Shirley's request, the TV split-screened and a software-generated CGI replica of former Soviet Union Chairman Mikhail Gorbachev appeared on the opposite screen of Bush. "You must have the five-dollar bomb special!"
"Shots...Shots...Shots..."
The two former world leaders were now talking over each other; repeating themselves as if each were in a stutter loop.
"You must have the five-dollar bomb special!"
"Shots...Shots...Shots..."
"Boys, boys, boys!"
The two "waiters" immediately shut themselves up at the sound of Fifi's flirtatious voice.
"All I want is a glass of wine from zhe finest bottle of 1947 Cheval Blanc you have, s'il vous plait."
Babs excitedly thrust herself onto the table. "I want a margarita with no lime slice garnish!"
Buster face-palmed while resting his face on the table and giving an exasperated sigh. "Here we go again."
"Actually, no - make that two margaritas with no lime slice garnish!"
"I'll have nothing more than a plain glass of milk."
"I'll have a margarita to sooth my chakras, as well," requested Shirley. "But, like, keep the lime slice on my glass, please."
As the robot left their table to get them their drinks, Babs went back to sitting on the booth seat while leaning into Fifi with a smirk. "So, Feef, you've been working at the strip club. Still not having that much success with the boys, aren't ya?"
"I will have you know I make hundreds of dollars in tips every night from those boys you think I'm so unsuccessful at, zhank you very much! Hmmph!"
Fifi frustratedly rested her head on the table and began to stare through the window at the winter wonderland outside. The snow was really starting to come down, and the roads were now a lot more covered than they were when the group entered the bar not too long ago. Despite this, both people and animals were still walking down the street in 10 degree weather at well past midnight. The skunkette caught a glimpse of Dizzy Devil holding hands with a voluptuous caucasian human woman considerably taller than him. The two were appropriately bundled up in heavy clothing and we're walking right past her from outside the bar. A spark of envy glistened in her eye; the couple looked so happy together and we're keeping each other warm in the bleak weather. "Le sigh...Zhe nights at the club feel so...lonely. Zhe people there...Zhey give me so much money...Zhey appreciate me; I put a smile on zheir faces...but zhey don't know moi. Zhey don't talk to me. And yet zhey whistle at me and catcall. A toon degree is not all its hyped to be. We are all supposed to be the successor of the Looney Tunes. And yet here I am, still living in a Pink Cadillac at zhe Acme Junkyard two-and-a-half decades after graduating from le Looniversity."
"You'll find someone, someday," Buster said with an inauthentic hint of hopefulness in his tone.
"Really, Buster!? Do you really have to respond to a theatrical monologue with such a generic response!? 'Fifi, you will find love someday.' Like, no shit, Sherlock!" Shirley scolded. "And Fifi, did our bondage moment in the parking lot mean nothing at all to you, babe?"
"Maybe in zhe moment it did. But...Im not feeling it with you anymore...babe."
A pause of silence fell through the table, except for the sound of the song "We Built This City" by Starship that was playing on the jukebox. Shirley gulped as she was preparing her response, and then she started to shiver. "Good Lord, it is so totally cold in here. Is the heater broken in here? Because that's the only excuse this place has to be so cold on a night like this."
Buster gave out a hardy laugh that rang out through the whole restaurant just as H.W. reappeared to serve their drinks. Every other customer turned their attention to Buster. In the face of their gazes, Buster awkwardly stopped laughing and noticed Babs looking uncomfortable; he wrapped his arm around her to provide her warmth.
"You know, we should probably cuddle for warmth as well, Fifi," Shirley said, the flirt inside of her coming out again.
Fifi gave her a cold look as she took her first sip of her glass of wine.
"Oh, did I say 'cuddle'? I meant to day...'huddle.' Hehehe."
Babs had already finished her first margarita. "Oh, waiteeeeerrrrrr! I would like a refill please."
Buster let out a groan of frustration as H.W. reappeared to refill her drink.
Fifi had also finished her first glass already and let out a large belch. "Excuse-moi," she giggled. "Homme, am I wasted or what!?" She continued to laugh even more; the more she did, her louder her laughs became until she drowned out all other noises going on inside the dining room.
"You are so totally being a wild thang tonight, Ms. La Fume," Shirley reacted in a sly tone. "Why don't you settle down and slide over, nice and close to me?"
Fifi looked at her dead in the eye, but this time she wore the same, smug look that Shirley was wearing. She slowly scooted her body a few inches so she was right next to Shirley, fur to feather.
"You know, if I'm being, like, honest," Shirley continued, "I don't know why I ever broke up with you, Feef." She began to escalate by resting her feathered hand on Fifi's lap and rubbing it. "You sure are a purdy little thang."
"Why, zhank you, Shirley."
"I know you've been lots of boys...and girls for that matter, but have you ever been with a woman? Let me tell ya, I might have been a girl during our first run, but now I'm a totally different duck." She moved her hand up to Fifi's face, and inserted her thumb into the skunkette's mouth.
"Mmmm!" Fifi moaned as she sucked the duck's thumb with pleasure. She grabbed Shirley's wrist, and began to suck the thumb even harder until it was covered in saliva.
"Ohhhhh, yeeeaaahhhh! You like my thumb, don't ya, bitch!? Let me show you something else almost as big!"
"Oh, you want to see something almost as big, ladies!?" Babs butted in. "Have some of these melons!" She stripped off her clothes revealing her nude breasts.
Everyone else in the bar, including Buster, had their attention turned to the three girls. Buster, in particular, had his eyes bulging three times their size and his jaw drop and slam on the table while his wife climbed on top of it, threw her clothes on the ground, and began to twerk.
"Ohhhhhh waaaaaaaaiiiiteeeerrrrrr!!!!! I'm ready for my third margerita!" Babs yelled throughout the entire restaurant.
H.W. reappeared again. "R-R-R-R-Read my l-l-lips. No m-more drinks. You must p-pay and l-leave now." He slammed the bill on the table with his robotic claw.
"I don't have my credit card on me; Babs usually pays for her own drinks," Buster said to Fifi and Shirley.
"I don't have mine on me either!" Shirley panicked. "Fifi, I know you have yours on you. Can you please pay-"
But Fifi was fast asleep with her head on Shirley's lap; saliva dripping out of her mouth as she snored.
"Fifi, babe, wakey, wakey, honey!" Shirley tried shaking her body, and her bloodshot eyes narrowly opened and she lifted her head.
"Brrrriiiinngg...baaaccckkkk...Pepe...Le Pew," Fifi slurred before slamming her face back into Shirley's lap and snoring even louder than before.
"Oh, babsy!" Buster called. Babs was now dancing around a steel pole that ran from the bar counter to the ceiling. "The bill's due now!"
"Shit! I ain't got no money in the bank!" Babs yelled.
"Oh, boy."
"Guess there's only one thing left to do: baaaaarrrrr fiiiiiight!"
Babs kicked the model train that ran between the kitchen and the bar; the locomotive made a loud sound as it and several other moving train cars hit the ground. She then punched the robotic TV screen displaying Sandra Bullock that was at the bar counter. Then she jumped off the counter, ran up to H.W., and assaulted him; screaming to the top off her lungs. H.W. fell to the ground with the TV screen now displaying colored, off-air bars. She continued punching the robot until she finally ripped off the TV head, and threw it at the Sandra Bullock bartender; which, in turn causes that TV to break off from the robotic arm that anchored it to the ceiling. Both TVs crashed on the ground behind the bar counter.
Suddenly, red and blue lights shined through the windows from outside the restaurant.
"Cops!" yelled Shirley, who immediately cradled the slumbering Fifi and stood up from her seat.
"Oh, carrot sticks! We gotta get out of here, Babsy!" Buster cried.
"Yeeeeaaaahhhh, yeeeeeaaaahhhh, we'll get out of here later!" Babs started.
But Buster grabbed Babs's arm and darted toward the blue and white door to the kitchen that was behind the bar counter; Shirley followed with Fifi in her arms.
The four darted across the small kitchen and almost made it out to the back door when a voice called behind them.
"Hey! Give me a break! This is the employees only section!"
But they ignored him as they slammed ooen the door and into an alleyway outside the restaurant. But the voice was persistent; and followed them outside.
"Wait, you four! Don't think I've forgotten about you all, Babs, Buster, Shirley, and Fifi!"
The group froze in the snowy alleyway and simultaneously turned there heads in the direction of the voice. There, standing in front of the doorway, was a green duck in a chef's uniform.
"Plucky!" a very relieved Buster ran up to his old friend to hug him.
"Buster! The last thing I expected was for you to be busting through my kitchen door! How ya been, my blue hare pal?"
"Plucky, it's an emergency!" Shirley hollered.
"Shirley! My beautiful golden-haired gal! I bet you regret ever not going out with me at Acme Loo now that you're dealing with a drunk skunk in a diaper."
Shirley punched Plucky in the gut.
"Ooowwwww!!!!!"
"We gotta get out of heeeerrrrreeeeee! Perhaps we should go to Wackyland! Hahahaha!" Babs giggled maniacally; she had heard footsteps coming through the kitchen.
"Alright, this way, folks!" Buster led the group away from the back of the bar, down the alley until it intersected with another alley; he turned right at the intersection. They ran beneath a clotheshanger between several apartment buildings towering six floors above them, blocking out the moonlight. When they reached the end of that alleyway, they turned right again.
"Alright, this should be far enough away from the po-po," Buster said.
"Po-po? You mean...the police?!" Plucky cried
"Yes, the police," Shirley answered. "Plucky, I hope we don't, like, totally get you in trouble with your bosses since you work here. But we didn't pay for our drinks and Babs destroyed the waiter robots-"
"Hey! Theeeeeeyyyyyyyy were askiiiiiiing for it!"
"Shut up, Babs. Look, Plucky, if we get caught by the police, they'll charge us with theft and destruction of property!"
"Well, I am most certainly going to get in trouble for being in charge of the restaurant while this happened," Plucky sighed, before tensing up. "Who am I kidding? Hell, I'm not just going to get in trouble! My boss is going to kill me! So much for being an executive chef at a flagship restaurant. But low and behold, I will not be a star anymore, but I was a star, at least." Plucky threw away his chef's uniform. "Guess we'll all have to move to another country and change our names. I officially resign from my post without notice."
"You know what? Thhhhhaaaaaat sounds like a great idea!" Babs shrieked.
"I'm finally with Babsy on this one," Buster agreed. "But we're going to need a car to get us to the train station so we can get of here before a warrant is put out for our arrest."
"Fear not, dear criminals, for Plucky Duck will help us escape with his...bat mobile!" Plucky began running further down the alleyway. "Follow me to the parking garage"
The other three began following him, with Shirley still carrying the knocked out Fifi over her shoulder. "Do you really have a batmobile? Or are you just boasting in true Plucky Duck fashion?" Shirley asked as they all ran alongside one another through the alleyways.
But Shirley would find that Plucky did, in fact, drive a batmobile - and he even had the keys to it. After 5 minutes of running through several different alleyways in Downtown Acme Acres, when they reached the parking garage and went three floors underground in the elevator ("Elelator go down the hole!" Plucky said, for old time's sake), sure enough, there was a batmobile in the first parking spot next to the elevator.
"It's amazing what money will you when you're a star!" Plucky said as he pulled out his car keys; the vehicles horn clicked twice as it unlocked and they all got inside. Buster sat next to Plucky in the passenger seat, while the girls all sat in the back; Fifi still fast asleep.
"Thank you so much for doing this for us, Plucky," Buster said.
"Don't mention it, Buster."
"I never thought I'd have someone quit his job for me. For all of us!"
"Seriously, Buster, dont mention it. Now, where was I saying? Ah, yes. To the Acme Acres Union Station, awwwwaaaayyyy!"
And with a burst of flames coming out of a circular exhaust pipe where the vehicle should be, the five toons were off to escape the law.