Hey! My names Roxy Goth, I write for a lot of things, but the most recent crazy is Looney Tunes.

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 do not own any of the LT's or TT's.

October 17th 1992.

I am clearly smashing this parenting thing. Doctor Scratchy has given my this book to write in.

"It izz not a diary." He said, as he handed me what looked very much like a diary.

"What is it then?" I asked, looking at it like it might bite me. [To be fair, in Toontown anything is possible.]

"It izz an 'Emotion-Modulating Book'." Scratchy said, proudly. I must have looked confused, because he leant forward and explained. "You do not have to write in this every day, nor do you have to date it. The idea is that when you feel a little bit...stressed, or about to explode when your kidzies, they anger you, you write in this instead of yelling at them."

"How will they know I'm annoyed with them then?" I asked. "Or that what they've done is wrong?"

D.S. then explained that the kids will know I'm annoyed with them because, and I quote, 'Kids are like sponges, Elmer, they soak up everything.'

Great. I'm screwed. I've probably damaged then for life already.

'Don't think like that.' Scratchy said, when I shared these helpful thoughts with him. "There is still much time to change. And kids can test you to breaking point. As I am learning with the Animaniacs." We shared a laugh and he smiled. "Zere we go. That's better, isn't it? Now. I'm not going to chase this up all the time." He indicated the diary. "But I will ask you to bring it to your next session in 6 months time, ja? And we'll talk about what you've written, okay?'

Thus the session ended and I was shooed out the door. I sighed. There goes my plan to stick it in a dware and ignore it then.

Once I'd scheduled my next session and fought my way through the traffic home (almost literally, Jafar was trying 'take over Disney ville!' while Aladdin, Genie and Jasmine were yelling helpful things like 'You won't get away with this, Jafar!' instead of just attacking him, but they got there eventually.). I was exhausted.

"Elmer?" Bugs called, before I'd even set one foot in the door. "Is that you?"

I rolled my eyes and snapped. "Who else is it likely to be?"

"Oi was jus' askin'! Jeez. Anyway, how'd it go? What's that?" He asked, spying the book under my arm.

I made a face and threw the book in the counter before ranting about how D.S. clearly doesn't think I can parent properly because he's given me this instead of just seeing how things develop.

Bugs had made me a cup of tea while I was ranting and, when I'd finished, pushed it across to me and said, sympathetically. "Eh...sounds furstratin', Elmer, but he may have a point. You are a little quick ta temper sometimes. And I know it was how you were created an' all, but you can tone it down a little. Oi've said to ya before, haven't oi?"

I nodded, looking at the floor.

Bugs gave me a hug and said. "Oi know yer tryin' and Oi am to. So goin' back to dis book..." He picked it up. "Give it a go? At least for a month? And if it doesn't work den it doesn't work, but just try?"

I glared at he book and nodded reluctantly. "As wong as I don't have to write like I tawk." I said.

Bugs shrugged. "Write how you like. It's your book."

I was going to tell him how much his words meant when I heard the thud of footsteps on the stairs and the next thing I knew Buster, Babs and Elmyra came thundering into the kitchen demanding a bedtime snack and a story.

I instantly told them the snack wasn't going to happen - apparently it interferes with sleeping you're still digesting something - but permitted a glass of carrot juice for the bunnies and warm milk for Elmyra. We then got the kids upstairs and read them a story. Tonight it was my turn to read to Elmyra and Babs (who's rooms are next to each other) and Bugs's turn to read to Buster. (Who's down the hall)

Tonight Babs chose 'Dick Wittington' again. She loved that story. I don't quite get why, but Bugs reckons it's because it's the story of a young man who goes off looking for riches and it involves London. Babs loves London. She frequently tells us that when she's grown up she's going to live in Toowntown London. She also tells us she's going to be an impressionist, an actress, a singer, an astronaut, a wood feller (as in someone who goes around chopping down trees, not Pinnochio) and, most recently, a TV executive. Sounds like she's either going to be the busiest women since Barbie or she may have to whittle it down to at least the top three.

Anyway, I tucked them up, switched off the lights, told them that I didn't want to hear then again until the morning unless either the house was on fire or they had a nightmare, and left.