Chapter 2: Improvement and a Rival

It was now the next morning after ZaQuinto heard that Bugs and Lola were clients along with the others. He was so shocked, he woke up shocked with Stitch staring at him while sitting on his stomach.

"You okay, buddy?" He asked. ZaQuinto nodded as he slolwy sat up, but somehow couldn't. He sighed with annoyance as he laid back down.

"Stitch, when people say your heavier than you look, is this true?" He asked sarcastically. The blue experiment got the hint in the question as his eyes grew wide and he quickly jumped off of the tired peach dragon as he finally sat up. "Thank you."

"Soka. Sylvester's cooking breakfast downstairs. Wanna race to the kitchen for it?"

"Again? Sylvester's cooking again?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"…………"

"ZQ? You okay?"

He remained paused as he got up and dashed to Bugs and Lola's room and knocked on it three times. After 10 seconds, Lola opened the door.

"Hey, ZQ." She greeted. "You're up early."

"Is Bugs awake?"

"Yeah."

The dragon walked in and walked up to Bugs, who was sitting on the egde of his bed, watching tv. He didn't notice ZaQuinto until the last minute.

"Hey, doc!" He exclaimed with surprise. "Ya startled me for a minute. What's up?"

"Why is Sylvester cooking again?" ZaQuinto asked.

"Why'd you ask?"

"He cooked dinner last night and I'm wondering why he's cooking breakfast this morning."

"Ya haven't hoid, huh? It's 'Cookin' Felines' week dis week. It's when nobody, but cats get to show off dere cookin' skills… and Sly's are a big hit so far."

"…………oh."

"Why were ya so excited about it?"

"I… I wasn't excited. I was just… um… surprised. That's all. See ya." After that, he dashed out of the rabbits' room, leaving them puzzled. Lola was showing a look confusion as she walked up to Bugs and sat next to him.

"What was his problem?" She asked. "He asked me if you was awake right when I opened the door."

"He was confused as to why Sly was constantly cookin' since he got here. He was just surprised, dat's all."

"Oh."

Seconds later, Stitch came out of he and ZaQuinto's room as ZaQuinto walked by the doorway and he followed. The peach dragon showed a look of embarassment as his cheeks were red as cherries.

"So, what did you ask him?" Stitch asked as they headed towards the stairway and walked down.

"That was so embarassing. I caused all that comotion all because of a special week." ZaQuinto replied, forgetting who he was talking to.

"What week?"

"'Cookin' Cats' week."

"Oh. That's why Sylvester's doin' all the cookin' this week. I should've known."

"I should've know myself. Why I made such a big deal about it, I'll never know."

When the two arrived downstairs, they saw all of the other Looneys sitting at the large breakfast table, having Sylvester still cooking up a storm.

"Hey, everybody." ZaQuinto greeted to all of them.

"Mornin', I say, mornin', junior." Foghorn greeted back. "Daffy, don't ya have somethin' to say about us bein' clients and all?"

"Clients?"

"Yep." Daffy replied. "Not only are Mr. Warner'sth clientsth doin' their job, we Looneysth are doing it alstho. We do more than justht entertain, ya know."

"So, all you Looney Tunes, including Bugs, Lola, and the Loonatics, are clients?"

"Yes." Everybody, including Sylvester, replied in unison. Stitch remained silent as ZaQuinto took a minute of thought.

"Oh. Okay. Interesting. So, shouldn't the Loonatics be here by now?"

"Present!" Danger Duck called from the front door as the Loonatics just came in. "As soon as Mr. Warner arrives, our inspection will begin."

After 5 minutes of waiting, Bugs, Lola, and Mr. Warner came from upstairs and walked towards the kitchen with smiles on their faces.

"Now, that we're all here, let's start our day-long inspection of ZaQuinto Dragorii. You may start whenever you're ready." Mr. Warner announced.

"Well, so far, we've got Foghorn, Pepe, Porky, Sylvester, Marvin, Taz, and Daffy's approval on ZaQuinto." Bugs explained. "He already received ours from Lola and me."

"And…"

"We found him pretty friendly and well-behaved." Lola replied.

"Excellent. Let's go in alphabetical order, starting with… Daffy. What did you think of ZaQuinto when you met him?"

"He wasth actually pretty cool." Daffy replied. "I kinda like the fact that he'sth a sthtreet dancther, now that I know what a sthtreet dancther isth."

"Good. Foghorn…"

"He's a, I say, he's a good dragon." Foghorn replied. "His talents got him through school, right? So, he should be able to get through here with a breeze. He even, I say, he even looks like Looney Tune material."

"You have a point there, Foggy." Bugs agreed as he took a good look at ZaQuinto, who remained silent with a pleasant smile.

"Anyone else?" Mr. Warner asked. "Marvin?"

"I thought this earthling was the perfect one for us." Marvin replied. "He seemed like a very kind specimen."

"Great. Pepe, how about you?"

"Zis dragon has everything." The french skunk replied. "Hiz fighting style and dancing moves really brings up the action in all of us."

ZaQuinto blushed after that comment. This made Bugs and Stitch chuckle.

"Bashful, I see." Bugs pointed out as he saw the red cheeks on ZaQuinto's face.

"Yeah. I've never heard people say something like that about me in a long time." He agreed.

"You must be very senstive." Mr. Warner agreed as well. "Porky, how about you?"

"I think the dra-dra-dra-dra-dra… lizard has gr-gr-gr-gr-gr-outstanding po-po-po-po-po-po-abilities." Porky stuttered. This made ZaQuinto shudder.

"Can I ask ya'll a question?" He asked nervously. The Looneys and Loonatics nodded. "Uh… does it get a little… annoying to hear Porky talk like that?"

"Not as annoying as hearing Rev Runner talk." Lexi replied with a chuckle. "He talks so fast, it sounds like he's just blabbering."

"I can imagine."

"Okay. Can we get back to business please?" Mr. Warner asked as he turned back to the Looneys. "I stopped at Porky, right? Sylvester, even though your stil cooking, but almost done, don't you have something to say about ZaQuinto?"

"Yeah." Sylvester replied as he placed a platter full of pancakes on the table. "He remindsth me of Sthylvesthter Jr., my sthon. It stheemsth like no matter what talentsth he hasth, he never givesth up, even if he doesthn't causthe a worldwide riot. I love thisth guy."

"Love?" Daffy asked.

"Yeah. Not like… love."

"Hee, hee." ZaQuinto chuckled. "That's the first. Somebody actually says that they 'love' me, not 'like' me."

"Well, dat's what happens with cats nowadays." Bugs agreed.

"Okay. Last, but not least… Taz. What do you have to say about ZaQuinto?"

"Hold on." ZaQuinto called out. "Before Taz makes his critic, I just wanna tell ya that you can call me ZQ, if you want."

"Okay. Anyway, Taz?"

"Zhagrafougutiiwaferpff!" Taz blurted out.

"Wow. Such emotional words from a tasmanian devil about ZQ."

"What did he say?" ZaQuinto asked.

"He says that you make a great Looney Tune already, even without our approval. It's the sense of humor, the look, the talents, and the perfect dancing partner makes you an offical Looney from there."

"Aw. Thanks, Taz."

"Welcome." Taz replied.

"Is that it for the improvement from the clients?"

"Not quite." Mr. Warner replied. "We haven't done the Loonatics and my clients yet. So, while the Loonatics give out their opinions about you, I'll discuss this with my clients in my meeting room. Does that sound good?"

"Yeah." Everybody replied in unison.

"Good. I'll be back with my clients in an hour and a half." After that statement, Mr. Warner walked into a big door in he right side of the living room and closed it on the way in.

"Okay. Ace, you first." ZaQuinto announced.

"Well, for starters, I'll just say that ZQ's dancing skills could use a little proving." Ace started. "He looks like a professional, but I just wanna make sure."

"You want a demonstration of my street dancing? Is that what your tryin' to say?"

"Yeah. All of us Loonatics wanna see." Rev Runner replied in his really fast talking speed. ZaQuinto flinched at that reply, but still understood what he said.

"Okay. Since it's called 'street' dancing, we need to go into the streets. Follow me."

Later, outside in the middle of the street, which was absent of traffic…

"Stand back, everybody. Watch and be proven right." ZaQuinto announced before he got into his starting pose. "Stitch, play somethin' for me."

Stitch pulled out a blue boombox and placed it down on his left before he pressed the 'play' button and hip-hop music started playing. ZaQuinto started to do his signature street dancing. He did a few impossible tricks, like hopping on his tail for a few seconds and doing 5 backflips before his feet landed on the wall on his 5th backflip and he pushed himself off and landed perfectly on his feet. This impressed the Looneys and Loonatics simultaneously and they were starting to lose track of time watching him, including Stitch, who was just bobbing his head to the music.

Little did they know, a mysterious green Nissan Titan pick-up was driving up and coming to a stop behind the action. Stitch noticed, but didn't bother to stop the music, assuming the fact that it could be anybody. The driver that got out of the truck was a tall, muscular purple rabbit-dragon mix with baby blue eyes wearing baggy black overall pants with a white tank top behind it and a long free-flowing dragon tail. He also wore black gloves similar to ZaQuinto's, except they had spikes at the wrist part. Stitch grew concerned about the dangerous looking figure that was walking up to them and abruptly stopped the music, catching ZaQuinto off guard during a handstand by making him fall on his rear.

"Stitch! Why'd you stop the music!" He asked in anger, standing up in the process. The blue experiment didn't reply. He just pointed to where the purple creature was walking and it made everybody turn towards him. The creature chuckled in a very deep male voice with an evil smile.

"Well, if it isn't the street dancin' champ?" He asked, still having his smile.

"Who are you?" ZaQuinto asked in a serious tone as he walked up to the creature with bravery.

"My name is Tarrell James Rabbison."

"T.J. Rabbison?"

"Oh, now you remember me… ZaQuinto Terryon Dragorii."

"You were my biggest piece of shit."

"Which means I was your biggest rival for 3 straight years."

"Ya know dis guy?" Bugs asked.

"Apparently, he was, by far, the most difficult challenge I had with him. It all started in a competition in Sydney, Austraila. We were the last two to challenge each other. But, note: this was BEFORE I had Stitch has my partner or, to make sense, before I even had a partner to begin with. I remember it like it was yesterday. I was 11…" ZaQuinto explained.

Note: The italisized text is ZaQuinto narrating.

(Flashback- 3 years ago…)

This competition was in a local park in Sydney. It was the Finals and Tarrell and I were the last ones left. We had to take sudden death to a new level… and damn! It was pretty tough for me. We each had to do three 5 minute long dance solos. Whichever the judges liked better was the winner. Here's how it went:

"Alright, alright, alright, everybody!" The announcer started from the PA. "ZaQuinto and Tarrell have made it this far out of all the other 30 competitiors. It's time to make this sudden death, ya'll! Each one of these two will perform three 5 minute dance routines solo style. Whoever the judges like best is gonna be proclaimed the winner. Let's get it on, ya'll!"

Even though I was 11 years old, I still had my groove feeling inside me along with my kick ass fighting style. Tarrell's 22 now, but during this competition, he was 19. We started out smooth. I went first. I performed some of the moves I showed you already, including the somersault off the wall. People was chanting my name as I was spinning on my tail at the very tip. I didn't get dizzy at all when I stopped. Then, I backfliped onto a tree branch, dove off of it, and landed straight in front of Tarrell's face. I scoffed after that. Soon after over an hour, it was Tarrell's last dance routine. Unfortuneately, after this last move, he really pissed me off. You wanna know what he did…

"Oh, my God!" ZaQuinto exclaimed. "He just performed one of the hardest tricks in the world!"

"Look at that, ladies and gentlemen!" The announcer blurted out with excitement. "Tarrell just performed a trick from 'Spyro: Year of the Dragon' with no skateboard called… the Twisted Lemon! And he landed perfectly on his feet! What a move!"

'Damn.' ZaQuinto thought to himself.

After that move, the judges voted and Tarrell won by a landslide. I couldn't believe it. I wasted all my boundless energy on trying to defeat that boy, but he won instead. After that, he was now claimed, to me, my biggest challenge and rival in my life. That how it went down.

(End flashback)

"Then, I called you 'the dancing dragon of a con' as you left. You ignored it anyway." Tarrell added.

"Oh, I didn't ignore you, but I was cursing to myself in my head as I walked off! What you said to me didn't make a difference whatsoever!" ZaQuinto shouted back with determination.

"How old are you now?"

"14."

"Geez! You 14 and you graduated from college? Talk about hard times. Well, since you're getting your apporval from these Looney Tunes and Loonatics, I'm gonna let you slide this time. Next time we meet again, I'll push you down so hard, you'll land face first on this hard sidewalk with a bloody nose." After that final statement, Tarrell left, walking back to his truck. As soon as he got in his green pick-up, he started it up and drove off. ZaQuinto watched in anger as he growled to himself. The Looneys, Loonatics, and Stitch looked at him with concern as Ace slowly raised his hand.

"Loonatics in favor of agreeing that ZaQuinto is okay, raise your hand." He announced in a monotone. Every Loonatic raised their hands.

Later, around dinnertime…

Mr. Warner was sitting in his office, eating his plate of Sylvester's salibury steak with mashed potatoes and green beans. ZaQuinto was sitting in his chair in front of him, eating the same meal as he avoided eye contact with the CEO of Warner Brothers. This made him concerned as he placed his fork down for a minute so he could speak.

"I overheard your story about Tarrell Rabbison." He started softly. "He's been your rival since when?"

"Since I was 11. Ever since he won that competition in Sydney, he's really pissed me off." ZaQuinto replied angrily, still avoiding eye contact.

"I know I may sounds formal, but all the Looneys and Loonatics seem to think you've met their potential."

"Oh, really? Does Lola think the same?"

"Why'd you ask? She just said you were a nice guy all over."

"Yeah, but news flash!" ZaQuinto stood up as he continued. "In case you weren't lookin' at her face, she was staring at my crotch."

"What?"

"She was staring at my nutsack, like she wanted to screw with me. That's all she was thinkin' about. The other Looneys and Loonatics I'm fine with, but Lola has sexual shit in her head about me!"

"Don't say that! If Lola was doing that the whole time, what do you have that's proof?"

"Stitch told me."

"That's it?"

"Yeah. He briefly told me right after the little quarrel between me and Tarrell. She was actually staring at my d…"

"ENOUGH! At first, my clients liked you for your honesty and sense of humor, but this behavior you're giving me will ultamately change their minds, including myself! Now, I'll ask her if she's been staring at your 'you know what' the whole time when you first introduced yourself to her. Then, I'll ask Stitch if he really saw her. If they're both saying it's negative, then there won't be no passing grade for you! Understand?"

ZaQuinto slumped down in his chair in anger before he nodded in response, still holding his dinnerplate, which was completely empty.

"Now, luckily I'm giving you another chance to get your behavior together. Now, that you Tarrell in your mind, you've been acting strange and I don't like it at all. For now, you're sleeping in the attic. Tell Stitch that before you go to bed, but before you tell Stitch, take a good shower. You're gonna need one." Mr. Warner continued before he pointed to the office door. "Now, get out."

ZaQuinto remained silent as he pushed himself off his chair and walked out the office with an attitude. Mr. Warner regained himself as he sat back down in his chair.

"Come to think of it, I did see Lola looking down while ZaQuinto was introducing himself." He said to himself. "I'll ask her anyway, just to make sure."

Later, at around 9:47pm…

Mr. Warner walked upstairs to Bugs and Lola's bedroom. He knocked on the closed door three times and waited. After 5 minutes of waiting, he placed an ear to the door. He heard muffled moaning from it and he shook his head in dismay.

"Damn you, Bugs. Open the door." He said to himself softly. "She was thinking about screwing with ZaQuinto anyway."

He knocked again. The moaning stopped and ended with shuddered gasping. This was scaring Mr. Warner in a weird way, but he let it pass as Bugs finally opened the door. His ears were limp as he was breathing heavily.

"Hey… doc." He managed to say between breaths. "What's… up?"

"First of all, what are you doing in there?" Mr. Warner asked, trying to look over Bugs' shoulder, but no avail.

"Just havin' a little 'bunny love'. Why?"

"Just wondering… well, actually not just wondering. Um… ZaQuinto and I just had a discussion about what us clients think of him."

"And?"

"He was happy, but then, he was pissed."

"Pissed? About what? His confrontation with Tarrell eoiler?"

"Well, yeah… and another thing. Uh… could you close the door first? Seeing naked women makes me not wanna leave this door."

"Sure. Hold on a minute." After that reply, he turned towards Lola. "Lola?"

"Yeah?" She called out through the romantic music.

"Just chill for a minute. Mr. Warner has somethin' to say to me really quick."

"Okay. Take your time, baby."

Bugs chuckled at that reply as he closed the door behind him.

"You really got you lovin' going up big time." Mr. Warner joked. "Anyway, remember yesterday? When ZaQuinto first came here and he introduced himself to the ladies?"

"Yeah." Bugs replied. "What about dat?"

"In case you didn't notice, Lola was focused on his crotch rather than his face."

"Huh?"

"Yeah. He aqua-green eyes were staring at his nutsack the whole time he was introducing himself. Even Stitch noticed."

"Wow. He was wearing jeans, doc."

"But, she can see anything through a pair of jeans."

"So, dat's what was all dat yellin' was about?"

"You heard us?"

"Yeah. Sure, Lola was screamin', but I could still hear ya'll."

"Yeah. I got him upset somehow. I didn't mean to, though."

"Well, he'll still be here, right?"

"I'll think about it. You can go back and uh… (clears throat)… continue you and Lola's 'bunny love'." After that statement, he walked off to his chambers to go to sleep. Bugs smiled slyly as he opened his door and walked back inside, closing the door behind him on the way. Lola was laying in the bed under the sheets, but she was naked.

"So, what did he want?" She asked.

"He just told me about his little altercation wit ZaQuinto he had eoilier." Bugs replied, walking up to the edge of the bed before having a seat beside her.

"And?"

"It was about you… sorta."

"What did I d… oh!"

"What? You finally got ya memory straight?"

"Yesterday. I was staring at ZQ's crotch while he was talking to Lexi. Maybe that's the issue."

"It really made ZaQuinto upset somehow."

"He's not upset about that." She sat up a little, holding the cover against her chest to cover herself as she continued. "He's upset about Tarrell. I think he really has a big difficult challenge ahead of him with that guy in his head."

"No wonda. Maybe I'll tell Mr. Warner dat tomorrow. Right now…" Bugs did his eyebrow flutter as he slowly laid Lola on her back, still having her under the sheets. "…how about we continue our little love session, huh?"

"You read my mind, Bugsy." After that reply, Bugs planted a liplock on her mouth and they continued from there for the rest of the night.

To be continued…