Hey! My names Roxy Goth, I write for a lot of things but Looney Tunes is my most recent craze.
I have a bunch of headcanons on Tumblr under 'thebrownssociaty', and this story incorparate some of them.
For those of you who either don't have tumblr or just can't asked, however, I'll give an outline. Basically in this fic the LT's have adopted the Tiny Toons and Bugs and Elmer are married. So Bugs and Elmer have adopted Buster, Babs and Elmyra.
I think that this fic will zig-zag around a bit in terms of ages. There's not going to be a comprehensive plot, more a collection of cute one-shots.
If anyone has any ideas feel free to ask!
Elmyra giggled as she turned the page of her magazine. Leonardo DeCaprio was SO cute-!
Just then there was a noise outside her door and the young teenager quickly switched the bedside light off and hid the magazine under her pillow. "I'm not meant to be up this late." She explained to the reader. "Daddy'll get awful annoyed if he finds I'm still up. That's Daddy as in Elmer, not Pops as in Bugs. Anyway..."
She waited a few minutes for Elmer to do whatever he was doing and then head back to bed but that didn't happen. Instead he went out the front door. Elmyra rolled her eyes and sighed. "Daddy's sleepy-walking again. I better go wake Pops..." She threw back the covers and was on her way to get Bugs when she stopped in the hallway and said, thoughtfully. "Actually...Pops has had a long day...an' I know what to do. I've seen it done loads of times. Well...not seen but I heard 'bout it-"
"-Elmyra." The door to Babs room opened and the sleep rabbit glared daggers at her adopted sister. "It's 1 in the mornin'. The hell are you doing?"
The young human-toon put her hands on her hips and said, huffily. "Daddy's gone sleepwalking again and I'M going to go and get him - so there!" And she started to walk off.
Babs's eyes nearly shot out her head and she darted after the human-toon and grabbed her arm. "Are you insane!? Ya know what, don't answer that. Pops always says that Dad's unpredictable when he sleepwalks! We need to wake Pops up and he can go and deal with him. Now C'mon!"
Elmyra wrinkled her nose and pulled her arm out of Babs's grasp. "I can get him. It should be easy enough. Pops always manages it."
The young rabbit looked at her sister and sighed. Clearly this was one battle she wasn't going to win. "Fine - but me an' Buster are comin' wiv ya."
"Buster isn't even up!"
Babs rolled the sleeves of her pyjamas up and said, darkly. "Leave that to me."
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(About ten minutes after that)
"Here you go." Buster handed Elmyra and Babs a shovel each.
Elmyra looked in confusion at the shovel. "Why have we got a shovel-wovel?"
"So we can dig our own graves when our dads find out what we're doing." Buster said, pointedly.
"We'll be fine." Elmyra said, as Babs laughed. "Now, c'mon!" She looked around and leapt upon a set of footprints. "This way!" She skipped off (quite literally) and Babs and Buster looked at each other in resignation before following her.
They found Elmer in the middle of Toontown park, arms out in front of him in the classic sleepwalkers pose and with his eyes closed and small 'z's' coming out his mouth, just in case the audience hadn't cottoned onto the fact he was sleepwalking.
Babs tapped Elmyra on the arm and asked. "So? What do we need to do now, Sherlokka Holmes?"
The red-head folded her arms and thought. "...follow him, I guess? Try and, like, herd him back to the house?" And with that she set off.
Buster rolled his eyes and muttered. "Last I checked we were two rabbits and a human, not sheepdogs."
By the time Buster caught up with his sisters's, Elmyra was running alongside Elmer while trying to speak 'sensibly' to him.
"Now Daddy." She was saying. "It's the middle of the nighty-wightey and you should weally be in beddy-weddy like the rest of us. So how about you turn back and come back home with us, huh?" Elmyra looked at Elmer, hopefully, but he showed no signs of understanding her and instead glided on.
Babs sighed and stepped forward. "Okay, leave this to the expert..." With that she reached into her hammerspace and pulled out...well. A hammer.
"Those of a sensitive disposition may want to look away now." She warned, before lifting the hammer and bringing it crashing down on Elmer's head.
The ex-hunter was smashed into the ground, becoming a circle in the process.
"...And now we can pick him up and take him home." Babs said, smiling.
Buster gave a grin and hugged her. "Babs, yer a genious!" He exclaimed.
Elmyra frowned, knelt down and shook her dad out so he became the right shape again. "Erm..." She said, holding her hand in front of his face. "...He doesn't seem to be breathing."
Buster slapped Babs round the back of the head. "Babs, yer an idiot!" He snapped.
"...Oh wait, my mistake." Elmyra said, in relief. "He is breathing."
"Great." Buster said, wiping his brow nervously. "Now let's hurry up and get him back before-"
"BUSTER, BABS AND ELMYRA - What DE HELL do ya think yer doin'!?"
Buster winced. "-that happens." With a nervous laugh all three teenagers turned round to face an irate Bugs. "Eh...what's up, Pop?" Buster asked.
*One long explanation that sounded worse out loud later*
"Foirst of all." Bugs told them, as he escorted the three of them home while carrying Elmer on his back. "Ya DO NOT leave the house in the middle of the night unless it's either on FIRE or bein' BURGLED. Certainly not without tellin' me. An' secondly I have told you - no - WE have told you that your dad is very unpredictable when sleepwalking! Hitting him with a hammer!" He glared at Babs who had the good grace to look sheepish.
"It works in cartoons." She muttered.
"The cartoons are staged!" Bugs yelled. "De stunts are rehearsed! Even wiv de old ones de stunts were rehearsed! Yer extremely lucky Elmer didn't hit you back!"
"I'm sowwy," Elmyra said, looking up at Bugs with big wide eyes. "Don't yell at them, it was my fault. I thought I could help get him back to the house somehow. Guess I was wrong."
Bugs sighed and shifted Elmer's weight a little. When he was more comfortable he explained. "Maybe when your a bit older and had a bit more practice you could, Myra, but it's to unpredictable for you now. You just ask de oithers. Elmer once punched Petunia in the face because he thought she was trying to attack him when she was actually just trying to guide him back to the house. It's better to just follow him and try and help by becoming a bridge for him to walk over or something. Do what you can do without actually waking him up if you see what I mean. But yeah..." Bugs sighed. "It's complicated. Jus' promise me ya won't do it again, please? Not until yer 16 at least."
"We promise." The kids chorused.
Bugs sighed and - seeing as he couldn't hug them while he was still carrying Elmer - nodded at them instead. "Dat's all oi ask." He said, gently. "Dat's all oi ask."