FIRST PERIOD.
Babs and Hillary stopped at the Math's room, and entered. Babs wouldn't have this class until tomorrow, but wanted to introduce her new friend to someone known to keep an eye on the hyena and Ron, since they both seemed quite stressed about each other's presence. Luckily, there was someone in this class who would do that for Babs.
"Hillary, she is my friend Mary Melody. Mary, meet Hillary; she is one of the new students." Babs introduced Hillary and Mary to each other. Mary shook Hillary's paw.
"Glad to meet you, Hill. I can call you Hill, right?" Mary asked.
"Sure, sis, if you don't mind losing your arm." Hillary said casually. Both Mary and Babs raised an eyebrow. Hillary noted their expression, and laughed. "Just kidding. I like to scare my new classmates with jokes like that." Mary and Babs chuckled; this girl would fit perfectly on the school.
"Well, I must go now to my class. See you girls later. Oh, and Mary, can I talk you privately for a second?" Babs asked Mary, who shrugged and left her seat to talk with Babs at the room's entrance. Meanwhile, Hillary sat on the seat next to Mary's.
"What's up, Babs? You don't want me to take a flea out of your ears again, right?" Mary asked in a low voice. Babs frowned.
"Nah. I hadn't seen Dizzy or Furrball today, so I'm clean. No, I just want to ask you to keep an eye on Hill. There's another new student, a lion guy named Ron, and Hillary seems to be very hostile towards him. Call me paranoid, but I don't trust them to be on the same room without someone to keep them apart." Babs explained.
"Ah. The "Lion King" Syndrome, uh? Don't worry, I'll play the wild beasts keeper if needed." Mary said, and then made a spin change into a lion tamer's outfit, complete with a whip and a chair. "If I can't make it as a toon star, maybe I can try a job at Ringling Brothers!" Mary joked, and then changed back to her normal self. Babs chuckled; Mary wasn't a frequent spin changer like her, but was quite good doing it.
Babs waved good-bye to Mary, and walked away to her class. The afro-American girl returned to her seat, and chatted a little with Hillary until Ron entered the classroom. As Babs told Mary, Hillary immediately low growled at him and lowered her ears; Ron cautiously walked through the classroom, and found a seat, who, unfortunately for Mary, was exactly next to her, on the contrary side the hyena was sitting, so the girl was now in the middle of the predators. Mary, fearing for her security and her other classmates', decided to make another spin change, this time, as a boxing referee.
"Ok, guys, let's clear this. I want a good clean class. No bites, punches, bad words, snarling, or any other kind of aggression between you two. Obey my instructions at all times. When the bell rings, you two concentrate on the class instead of each other. If any of you disobey me, someone is gonna visit the school's infirmary, and it's not gonna be me. Understood?" Mary talked in a perfectly authoritarian tone, and ended cracking her knuckles to show the predators she wasn't playing. Since Mary was just slightly shorter than them, and a senior, and neither Ron or Hillary disliked her, both predators nodded in agreement.
"Good. Now, I want you two to shake paws, and let's start the class day. Ok?" Mary told them after spinning back to normal. Ron smiled, and extended his paw to Hillary; reluctantly, the hyena shook Ron's paw, but used more strength than needed to crack the feline's hand; however, Ron, who was just as strong as her, increased his grip's strength as well, so they were matched. Luckily, Foghorn Leghorn entered the room at that moment, so they cut their little strength's test before anyone got hurt. Mary sighed; this was about to be a long class.
Meanwhile, Babs and Buster entered their classroom, who was just a few feet away from the Math's one. Their first class would be "Wild Chases", so they would find Skippy and Wally there. They both recognized Skippy, who was surrounded by many other new students, impressed to meet Slappy Squirrel's nephew, and he was enjoying the attention. Sylvester Junior was there too, on a similar situation; unlike Skippy, this was his second year as a Loo's student, so he was more or less used to this treatment, but still found time to wave hello to the bunnies. Of course, the rabbits hadn't met Wally yet, but he was chatting with Fifi, Calamity and Furrball, since Hamton made the proper introductions before leaving to attend his class, "Home Economics" with Professor Petunia, so Fifi could introduce the wolf to her friends.
"Well, well, well. It seems that the zoo had become bigger." Everybody turned to see Montana Max entering the classroom. Next to him, there was a huge young human toon, with black hair, blue eyes, a tough guy's expression, and a big belly; he was wearing a black shirt, and blue jeans. Monty pointed to him.
"Oh, by the way, he is Marcus, my new bodyguard. He is also a new student, and is gonna be with me for protection against you fools and your fleas." Monty received disgusted glares from everyone on the classroom; however, Buster knew exactly how to shut him for good.
"So, you need a bodyguard to keep Elmyra away from you, uh? That's so sad, Monty. You usually have to pay girls to come near you, and you treat that way the only one that does it for free. What a shame." Buster said, in a mocking tone. Everybody, but Max and Marcus, chuckled.
"Allow me to handle this, boss." Marcus talked in a dumb voice, and cracked his knuckles, while walking towards the rabbit.
"Fine, rabbit. Marcus, I want you to..." Monty was cut by a girlish voice.
"Monty wonty! Is so nicely wicely to see you again!" Elmyra appeared on the door, and Max panicked, changing his orders.
"...protect me from that cotties' factory!" Max screamed. Marcus jumped in front of Max, and, one second later, was caught by Elmyra's deadly grip.
"Oh, you are Monty wonty's new friend, uh? I am going to hug you, and squish you, and crack you..." Elmyra chanted while Marcus, totally blue by now, was doing his best to catch a little air. Max hide behind a seat, while the rest of the students cracked laughing.
Wile E. Coyote, the class' teacher, entered the room a moment after the bell rang, and everyone stopped laughing. The coyote directed to Elmyra and her new prey.
"Ah, Miss Duff, I see that you had started chasing the new students. I like that attitude in my class, but, please, next time wait until I assign the work, please. Now, let him go, okay?" Wile said, making Elmyra to drop the boy, who immediately returned to her usual color, and crawled towards the seat next to Max's.
"Okay, Mister Doggy Head. You can start the classy wassy!" Elmyra giggled, and walked to a seat next to Max; luckily for the rich brat, Marcus was the other side, so he had someone to hide behind if Elmyra decided to attack him again. Wile sighed, and moved in front of the class.
"Okay, my dear pupils, I see some new faces around here. Now, as you guys who had took my class before already know, I like to start the year testing the new students, to see how well they can handle a chase. Let's see what we have to work here... all the possible preys, move to the left side of the room, and the hunters, to the right." Wile instructed the teens, who quickly obeyed. The rabbits, squirrels, and all the other sure preys were at the left side, while the obvious predators sat at the right, while those who could work either as preys or hunters, like the domestic cats, sat at the middle. Wile checked the room, and then his list. He smiled when recognized one name of the list, and directed to that student.
"Skippy Squirrel. The Looniversity's staff is quite honored to have your aunt among us. I understand that she had been training you since you were very young, I'm right?" Wile paused, while Skippy stood up, with a confident look on his face.
"Yes, Mr Coyote. I had memorized almost all her cartoons, and know lots of my aunt's tricks." Skippy said, keeping his expression. Wile continued.
"Nice. But, as anyone else can tell you, I don't play favorites. I demand a lot from all my students, including the staff's relatives." Wile paused again to take a fast look at Sly Junior; it was his second semester in this class, and wasn't as good as anyone could expect from Sylvester's son. Wile continued.
"I am curious about how good you really are, so you'll do the year's first chase. Now, I need a hunter." Wile walked through the room, watching the potential chasers. He decided to use one rookie, since the most experienced hunters, like Calamity or Max, might be more than Skippy could handle. He stopped in front of Wally.
"Wally Wolf, right?" Wile smirked, while Wally stood up and nodded.
"You aren't related to another famous toon wolf, by coincidence?" Wile asked, with a tone suggesting he already knew the answer. Wally sighed; he was fearing this moment.
"Yes, sir. My grandpa is Walter Wolf." Wally admitted, lowering his head. Everybody on the classroom, but Wile and the wolf, gasped. After a moment, however, Monty got an evil look, and rubbed his hands; now he would have another ally to help him on his schemes, and one related to a very famous and experienced toon villain, no less. He really needed more allies these days; sure, he now had Marcus, and Dizzy could always be tricked to do his dirty job, but the little devil was far from being evil, and Calamity was no longer an option, since he now liked little roles as sidekick or hero a lot more than villainous ones, as well as his usual job as everyone else academic troubles' solver.
Skippy, on the other hand, understood why Wally was so nervous about meeting him, and smiled as well; if he was like his grandpa, Skippy would handle him really easily. Wile noticed that Wally wasn't comfortable about everyone knowing about his relationship with Walter, so he placed a paw on the wolf's shoulder, and blinked an eye to him.
"Very well, boy. Just like I said to Skippy, I treat all my students the same way... sometimes I work a lot more with some of them, like Calamity, because he's my pupil, but I don't grade them because of their relatives." Wile told Wally, who smiled at the coyote. Wile guided him next to Skippy, and placed his other paw on the squirrel's shoulder.
"Very well. I want you two to do the year's first chase. Calamity, please, activate the chasing simulator." Wile told his pupil. Calamity nodded, and walked next to one of the room's walls, activating a hidden mechanism. One moment later, a black background appeared behind Wile and the students, with a bulletproof crystal in front of it; Wile opened a hidden door on the crystal, and guided both youngsters into the darkness. Then, he started explaining the usual procedure of the "Wild Chases" class.
"As many of you must already know, yours truly, using my considerable intellect, had designed a special chamber to simulate various settings where you, my students, can chase each other while I and the rest of the class watch without any danger, or disrupting the chase. I want both of you to have a nice chase... not a very long one, just a few minutes, so I can evaluate your skills. I think that a forest's scene would be the most proper for a "Squirrel versus Wolf" chase." Wile said while taking out a remote control, and using it to change the black background to a nice woods setting.
"Now, Skippy, move a few feet away from Wally. That will be your advantage start for the chase. Now, when I say it, both of you start running. Wally, do anything you can to catch him, and Skippy, do the same to escape. Fine?" Wile said to both toons, who nodded and smiled to the coyote. The rest of the class directed all their attention to Skippy and Wally; they were eager to see this chase.
"Good. Now... on your mark...get set... GO!" Wile shouted to his pupils, and they started the chase. Skippy already had a good plan to give Wally a very hard time.
The squirrel used his species proper escape's technique, climbing a tree. When he was already safe at one tall branch, Skippy started throwing dynamite sticks to Wally. The wolf gasped, and started juggling with all the sticks, while trying to find a way to escape his situation. Skippy, totally amused, decided to make it more difficult to Wally, and took an anvil out from his body's pocket. However, Wally, noticed this, and, before Skippy could drop his anvil, the wolf started throwing the sticks at the tree's base, making a perfect circle around it; a second after the last stick was thrown, they all exploded, damaging the plant, and, since it was supporting a lot of weigh, because of Skippy, the anvil, and the branches, started falling down.
"TIMBER!" Wally screamed at top of his lungs, while Skippy, with a scared expression, fell down to the ground along with the tree.
SMASH!
Skippy, totally bruised, emerged from the tree's branches. He shook his head to recover, and gasped when saw Wally racing towards him. The squirrel made a spinning action with his feet, and ran away, with the wolf in hot pursuit. Skippy took a pot with grease out from his body's pocket, and started dropping the liquid behind him while running. As he expected, Wally slipped on it, and ended crashing against another tree.
Wally walked in circles, totally dizzied because of the impact. Meanwhile, Skippy placed himself at a certain distance, and aiming a cannon against the wolf. Wally shook his head, and turned around looking for the squirrel, gulping when discovering him and the weapon. Skippy turned on the cannon's fuse, and covered his ears with his paws.
However, the wolf wasn't defenseless. Taking a deep breath, Wally inflated his chest, and then started blowing with all his lungs' force, producing a real dust's storm. Skippy had to cover his eyes, totally blinded, so he didn't noticed when the cannon changed its aiming direction because of the wind. When Skippy reopened his eyes, the cannon was now aiming at him!
BOOM!
When the explosion's dust cleared, Skippy was standing on his place, but with a cannonball inside his cheeks. After a few seconds of struggling, Skippy was able to spit it, along with a couple of acorns.
"Oh. I had been looking for those acorns for a week." The young squirrel said in a barely audible whisper, since his mouth was more than a little sore. Luckily for Skippy, Wally was a little out of breath because of his stunt, giving the rodent the time he needed to recover and run again. Skippy decided it was time for one of his aunt favorite tricks; the multi-directed bombing.
Skippy jumped behind a tree, and, a second later, re-appeared jumping from behind another one, located right behind Wally. Skippy threw a firecracker against Wally, and then jumped again behind the tree. The little firework exploded next to the wolf's tail, making him yell in pain and surprise. While he was rubbing his tail, Skippy jumped from behind a different tree, and threw another firework, this one much bigger than the previous one, with a similar result. Skippy repeated the operation a dozen times, always increasing the power of his explosives with each new throw, and, since he also changed his shooting place with each attack, Wally couldn't predict from where the next one would come.
Then, Wally got another idea. He quickly took a soccer ball out from his body's pocket, and gave a powerful kick to it, sending the ball against a nearby tree. The ball bounced on the plant, and started ricocheting on all the surrounding trees, like a pinball game.
Skippy jumped from behind another tree, this time with one short fused bomb, ready to finish the wolf. However, at that moment, the ball hit him square on his face, making the squirrel to fall on his back and cover his nose in pain.
"OOWW! It hurts!" Skippy cried, and then realized something. "Wait, where's the bomb I was holding?"
BABOOOM!
Skippy flew a few dozen feet on the air, totally blackened, and landed on Wally's arms. Still a little dizzied by the explosion, Skippy looked at the wolf, and smiled.
"Auntie, please, let me sleep another five minutes…" Skippy said before losing conscience. Wally rolled his eyes, and started softly slapping the rodent to wake him up.
"W-what happened?" Skippy asked, half groggy. At that moment, the background blackened again, and the bulletproof crystal disappeared. Wile walked towards the duo, while the other students were laughing.
"What happened, my boy, is that Wally won this one. He successfully caught you, but, in your defense, your tricks were quite good. Excellent use of the explosive devices, Skippy, and nice improvisation, Wally. You both have potential. Go back to your seats." Wile told the boys. Wally dropped Skippy carefully, and they both returned to their seats; luckily, Skippy wasn't injured enough to not being able to walk by himself, but his pride was seriously hurt. Everyone near Wally was congratulating him, while some guys on his side of the room were chuckling and pointing at him; just a few minutes ago, he was the classroom newest star, and now he was the buffoon, and because of Walter Wolf's grandson, no less! Worst of all, Wile would tell his aunt about his failure, especially since the Wild Chases and the Cartoon Violence classes were closely linked, and the teacher of one was supposed to give hints and information to the other about the students' progress.
"Now, class, I'll like to see one chase with more experienced students. I think Buster and Max can do a little one to show the rookies how advanced they are. Please, come here." Wile continued his class, and called both toons. Buster and Max left their seats, and walked through the room. Even if Monty knew Buster would probably end kicking his butt, he was still smiling evilly. The wolf, as Wile said, had potential, and probably would be a great ally for Max.