Hey! Roxy Goth here, first of all thanks to Guest and CalvinFujii for reviewing and let's crack on.
See chapter one for the disclaimer.
*5 and a half months ago*
The sound of screaming was all that could be heard for miles as Sylvester and Tweety fell through the air, hugging each other tightly before they hit the ground in a cloud of dust.
After getting his bearings Tweety flew out of the crater their descent had produced in order to have a scout around. Wherever they were it was clearly the middle of the night, if the full moon was anything to go by [Jessica Fletcher had nothing on him] and they were also in the middle of a forest.
Flying back to Sylvester, Tweety helped the cat out of the hole [it was quite deep and he was having trouble getting up the sides] and together they tiptoed through the forest in pursuit of the exit.
The cat, Tweety noticed, was clearly worried, biting his nails all the way down to the cuticles as he looked sharply back and forth. Suddenly there was a noise and Tweety found himself grabbed by the puddy-tat and held tightly. "What was that!?" Sylvester hissed, blowing warm air into the birds face.
Tweety coughed and listened. The sound came again and the bird rolled his eyes. "Honestwy Puddy, don't you wecognise a biwd when you heaw one? Now, be a good puddy and wet me go, we need to get out of hewe befowe a beaw or something finds us."
Sylvester gave no indication of having heard him, his fur on end, ears turning this way and that and his nose twitching. After a few seconds of Tweety repeating Sylvester's name, the bird eventually gave up and just whacked him over the head with a hammer. The cat let him go and fell to the ground, little tweety's flying around his head.
The real Tweety grabbed the cat and slapped him awake. "We need to get to the powtal!" The canary said, desperately. "C'mon, puddy!"
Sylvester sighed and held up a sign with a frowning face on it. Tweety sighed. He hadn't wanted to play this card, but... "You wealise you won't be able to see Juniow and Sywvia if we stay hewe, wight?"
That got the cat moving all right. Sly bolted to his feet and ran off in a cloud of dust.
Tweety yelled. "WAIT FOW ME!" and flew after him.
After a few seconds of running Tweety realised it was getting lighter and lighter, he could also hear the sound of traffic...wait a minute-
Tweety stopped at the side of the road, but Sylvester carried on and ended up in the middle of the road where he was promptly hit by a truck. Tweety winced in sympathy before flying after him and hovering above him said, innocently. "Stop pwaying in the twaffic, Puddy-Tat, we've got to get moving."
Sylvester - with some effort - pealed himself off the road and glared at him.
Tweety, ignoring the cat's death glare, looked around for some sign as to where they were. Thankfully there was a large illuminated one just behind them which said 'Coolsville' on it.
"Coolsville!?" Sly said, in horror. "Scooby-Doo world!? Scooby's a dog!"
"And the pwize for the most obvious statement of the fic goes to-" Tweety said, dryly.
"I can't be in the same world as a dog!" Sylvester fretted, starting to pace up and down. "I'm a cat!"
"Sylvester-" Tweety said, seeing the signs of a incoming meltdown.
"And this place is full of criminals! No one's going to be good to a poor down-on-his-luck pussy-cat! I'LL STHARVE!"
*Slap*
Sylvester stopped and looked at the [very small] handprint Tweety had left on his cheek.
"We need. To go." Tweety said, for about the 5th time. So, after some yelling, bickering and few anvils they eventually got to the portal that connected Coolsville with Warner Brothers Central.
They failed to get through. Obviously, we all saw that coming. Sylvester, of course, didn't believe it till he'd thrown himself at the portal about 50 times without any joy.
"We can't get through." He stated, after several lumps had formed on his head,
"I know." Tweety said, filing his nails with a comically large nail-file. "I've been tewwing you that for the wast houw."
"I'll never sthee Junior or Sylv again." Sly whispered, eyes filling with tears. Hearing the much-more-sombre note in his brothers voice, Tweety put the file away and stepped carefully towards him. "Never hear there voices again." Sylvester said, bottom lip trembling. "Never hug them. Never have Junior read to me..." By now he was visibly fighting to keep it together and Tweety felt a lump forming in his own throat. "Never...never..." And - emotions overcoming him - Sly burst into noisy, uncontrollable sobs and threw himself on the ground.
Tweety flew over to him and made what he hoped were soothing hushing noises, while trying not to cry himself. Sly spent so much time around them that sometimes the other looneys forgot he did essentially have a double life. There was Sylvester the Looney Tune, the butt-monkey, the stupidly confident and then there was Sylvester the husband-and-father, the teller of stories, the 'sit down, I'll make the dinner guy. And Tweety was reminded, as Sylvester lay sobbing on the ground, just how much Sly took his family life seriously. With that in mind, Tweety dropped the games and said. "We'll get back, Swy. I pwomise."
"How!?" Sylvester wailed. "At the risk of sounding like a stuck record THE PORTAL IS DOWN!"
Tweety gave a smile. "Leave dat to me, Putty-tat."