Deep in the woods of Acme Acres lied the wreck that was formally Montana Max's 'ACME Super-Ship of Doom'. His plan was to take over the real world, but he had failed to succeed. Buster and Babs Bunny, along with a few friends from the real world had foiled his plans. Among the wreckage lied Montana Max, upon his knees grieving about his plans gone to waste.
"My ship…my plan of world domination…gone" murmured Montana. He then began to go into rage, banging his fists against the ground.
"All gone because of those raccin'-fraccin' rabbits," Montana yelled, "They always ruin everything. Why can't I at least succeed in one tiny, little plan…why…why…why?"
He collapsed upon the ground and started to brawl and blow a fit. Little did he know that he was being watched.

"Montana" moaned an eerie voice.
"Huh," said Montana as raised his head, "who…who's there?"
"Montana Max…" said the voice again.
"Okay," snapped Montana as he stood up, "who…who…who ever you are, you better show your face! I'm rich yah know, and…and…I know a lot of important people!"
Just then, a mysterious fog rolled into the forest. Thicker and thicker it became, until Montana could not see a thing. Then, a flash of light appeared, along with more smoke. Montana coughed at all the smoke that had just filled his nostrils. His eyes burnt from the burning sensation the smoke caused. When the smoke had lifted, a dark figure appeared before him. The mere sight of him made Montana scream in fear. He was cloaked from head to toe, the only parts of his body Montana Max was able to see was a pair of wrinkly, bony arms, which was nothing more than skin and bones. His hands looked aged and his nails more like claws. In one hand, he held a staff, which atop it held a jewel, which glowed a dark and smoggy green.

"Who…. who…. who are you" stammered a nervous and cowardly Montana Max.
"My name…my name is Afghan, Wizard of Darkness" replied the mysterious stranger.
"Why have you come, oh Afghan, uh, sir?" said Montana.
"I have come from a world, unlike your own," said Afghan, "It is known as the Dark Realm. For eons and eons, I have been trapped inside the Dark Realm, waiting for the day I would wreak havoc and chaos again. And now, I have succeeded in escaping from my eternal prison. However, I used up all my energy in breaking free from the Dark Realm. So, Montana Max, I ask of you, a favor."
"A favor? What type of favor?" asked Montana.
"When I broke free from the Dark Realm," started Afghan, "My Plan was to take over all three worlds, The Dark Realm, Toonity, and Reality. But because of all the energy I used, I cannot last any longer in my physical form. I need a new body. And this is where you come in."
"Mu-mu-mu-Me" stammered Montana Max.
"Yes. I have overheard you cries and screams of how you wanted so desperately to take over the real world. Well, you chance awaits you now. In order for me to fulfill my plan, I need a new body, and I think yours might just suit me."

"What?" shouted Montana, both in shock, fear, and in anger, "You expect me to hand over my body in order for you to rule over the world. Never!"
"If you do, then once my plan is complete, you can become my apprentice" suggested Afghan.
"Ha…that will never happen" shrugged Montana.
"Fine," Shouted Afghan, "You can be Prime Minister."
Montana just crossed his arms in annoyance.
"Alright," Shouted Afghan in a great outburst, "You can rule along side me, that and I'll add in some immortality for you! There, I'm not raising it any higher than that."
"Now that's more like it," said Montana as he gave an evil grin.
"Then it is agreed!" replied Afghan. He began to raise his staff high into the air.
"Dark Forces, far and wide, release the power that's inside," chanted Afghan as a dark spiral of clouds rose above him, "Join my soul with this mortal!"
With that, Afghan disappeared in a dark cloud of smoke. It then began to wrap itself around Montana, like a dark, black ribbon. Montana Max started to feel his skin start to burn. His heart began to beat out off control. His muscles began to tighten. His breath began to speed up. As the dark cloud began to cover up the last of Montana Max, He gave out the loudest, the most blood curdling scream.