Now, before we begin, remember that this story takes place in an alternate universe from the other stories you have seen me write before.
(1995)
Welcome to Apocalypse Acres. Formerly known as ACME Acres, it's been run down after the interference of a number of villains, and the cancellation of the show. However, it wasn't always like this.
(A few months earlier...)
ACME Acres, a whole wide world apart, and a cartoon world of art. Seems peaceful, doesn't it? Well, it was, until the event that changed it for the worst.
We see a man exit the Warner Brothers studio. He was wearing a black jacket, had glasses, leather boots, and brown gloves. This was Evil Steve.
"It's finally mine!" He cackled. "I have bought the rights to Tiny Toon Adventures! Those little toons are as good as cancelled!"
Evil Steve got out a phone.
"I have the documents." He informed.
"Excellent." A voice replied. "Now, for the next portion."
"You haven't forgotten what we agreed, right?" Evil Steve asked.
"The memory has stuck with me." The voice replied. "There'll be a spot for you in my new empire."
"Splendid." Evil Steve replied. "Thank you, Lord Hamister Nibbles."
"Don't thank me until the empire is built." Hamister replied. "Soon, ACME Acres will belong to us. Bring me the documents, and we can break the news to those toons, but don't forget to wear your disguise!"
"Yes, Lord Hamister." Evil Steve replied.
Speaking of which, the original Tiny Toons gang were reading their scripts.
"Why do we sing the same song three times?" Plucky asked. "That would get old and annoying if you ask me!"
"Well, just be glad it's not four!" Babs replied.
There was an intercom, and the Tiny Toons were called into the main office.
"I wonder what Mr Spielberg wants with us." Hamton spoke out.
When the gang entered the office, it wasn't Steven Spielberg there.
"Who the fuck are you?" Fowlmouth asked. "You're not Steven Spielberg!"
"The new owner of the Tiny Toons show." The figure replied.
"You're voice sounds familiar." Furrball replied.
"Does it?" The figure replied.
The figure took off their disguise, revealing themselves as Evil Steve.
"Evil Steve?!" The sign Calamity was holding read.
"Yep!" Evil Steve replied. "I'm the owner of Tiny Toons now! And as the new owner, I say that Tiny Toons is now cancelled!"
"Cancelled?!" Shirley replied.
"Bugs and the others won't stand for this!" Exclaimed Buster.
"I got them a movie deal with Michael Jordon." Evil Steve replied. "Now, not only is this the end for your show, it's the end for your town too! Hamister's minions will arrive momentarily to claim the land."
"Hamister?!" Lil Sneezer exclaimed. "THE Hamister?! The thought of him makes me ah... ah... AH..."
Before he could sneeze, Hamton put his finger on Lil Sneezer's nose to stop him.
"Thanks." He replied.
"That's right." Evil Steve replied. "Hamister will soon rule this town. Goodbye."
Evil Steve pressed a button on his desk, and ejected the Tiny Toons out of the office.
"I... I can't believe it." Buster said to the others. "We got cancelled."
"At least we can make room for a Plucky Duck show!" Plucky proudly exclaimed.
"Oh shut up, Plucky!" Babs yelled. "What are we going to do about Hamister's minions?!"
"What's the point?" Hamton replied. "We might as well just allow the minions to detain us."
"You're so weak!" Exclaimed Arnold the Pit Bull. "I take my muscles skills elsewhere!"
"He has a point!" Plucky informed.
"Like, don't yell at him like that!" Shirley exclaimed.
"Everyone, just stop! This is stupid!" Buster spoke out. "Our show has been cancelled, the Looney Tunes can't help us anymore, and now Hamister's troops are coming, and who knows their intentions for us! We're hopeless!"
"I can't believe you're being like that!" Babs exclaimed.
"Well, there's nothing we can do now!" Buster replied. "Do you know how deadly Hamister is?! And the fact that Evil Steve is working for him makes that fact even worse!"
"That doesn't mean we cannot stand against them!" Replied Babs.
"YES IT DOES!" Yelled Buster.
"Will you both shut the fuck up?!" Exclaimed Fowlmouth.
"Is cussing zhe only thing you care about?!" Fifi boomed.
"That's it!" Buster yelled. "I'm done here! I'm done with all of you! Goodbye to the lot of you!"
Buster stormed off.
"Oh no, you do NOT get to be the one who walks away!" Babs called. "Come back here so I can walk away!"
"Aw, the poor bunny wu..." Elmyra went.
"Shut up, Elmyra!" Everyone else yelled.
Elmyra ran off crying.
"I am done with you!" Babs called to Buster.
"I don't care, Barbra Ann!" Buster called back.
Babs stormed off in the opposite direction.
"Well, this Duck is going solo!" Plucky announced. "See ya', losers!"
Plucky walked off, and Shirley used her powers to set his butt on fire.
"Ahhh!" He yelled. "Why is my as son fire?! I didn't even eat any Taco Bell!"
"That'll, like, teach him!" Scoffed Shirley.
"Shirley, you didn't need to do that." Hamton informed.
"Pig too soft!" Dizzy yelled. "Me out of here!"
Dizzy span away from the group.
"That's it!" Fowlmouth yelled. "I'm done with the lot of you! Good-fucking-bye!"
Fowlmouth stormed off.
"I'm, like, out of here too!" Announced Shirley.
Shirley floated away.
"I guess there's no point trying to negotiate." Hamton sighed, sadly walking off.
"Hey Furrball!" Sweetie called. "I guess you'll be more homeless!"
Furrball flipped Sweetie the bird as he walked off.
"I am not staying where I am not wanted!" Fifi retorted, sadly walking off.
Soon, all that was left was Calamity and Little Beeper.
"So, Calamity, before Hamister's minions come, want to have one last chase for old times sake?" The sign Little Beeper was holding read.
Calamity glared at him.
"You really think things are fine, huh?" He asked.
Little Beeper was surprised when Calamity started talking.
"Wh-what do you mean?" Little Beeper asked, he was talking too.
"What do I mean?!" Calamity retorted. "I'll tell you what I mean, you Little Beeping piece of shit!"
Little Beeper was horrified.
"You probably don't even remember!" Calamity retorted. "Do I even need to remind you when you put me in the hospital, almost got me killed, then repeatedly hit me with a fucking truck?! You are a goddamn sociopath, and should not be associated with!"
"I-I'm sorry, Calamity." Little Beeper replied, getting teary-eyed.
"Sorry's are not going to work here!" Calamity replied. "If you were sorry, you'd understand everything you did! Apology not accepted!"
"But... we're friends." Little Beeper sadly replied.
"FRIENDS?!" Calamity yelled. "We're anything but friends! Friends do NOT try to kill each other! And if those thoughts are still in your head, this 'friendship' is OVER! You are nothing more but a self-centred Little Beeping sociopath, and I never want to see you again! Rot in Hell, Little Bastard!"
"But... Calamity..." Little Beeper replied, he was on the verge of crying. "Please..."
"BUT NOTHING!" Calamity yelled, even louder. "Fuck off, you little shit! If I ever see your arrogant face again, I'll brutally kill you!"
Calamity stormed off, not looking back, leaving behind a heartbroken Little Beeper. Realising that he's not going to reason with Calamity, the heartbroken Little Beeper sadly walked off, thinking about his past good times with Calamity (provided they even had any).
Meanwhile, Montana Max was watching from a distance. He pulled out a walkie talkie.
"They did it." He spoke into it. "The Tiny Toons gang have officially broken up. What now, Lord Hamister?"
"Allow my minions to invade." Hamister replied. "Soon, the empire will be complete. No more pesky toons, just us in the empire."
"I like the sound of that." Montana Max laughed into the walkie talkie. "I'll hold you to it."
(Back to the present in the story)
And now, ACME Acres has become Apocalypse Acres. The Tiny Toons gang have broken up, and have now become Mortal Kombat like fighters. They needed to become warriors to fight off Hamister's minions.
Unfortunately, Lil Sneezer, Sweetie Pie, Byron Basset, Concord Condor and even Gogo Dodo weren't so lucky. They all ended up becoming zombie hamster minions, which are basically dead minions of Hamister. And Mary Melody has gone missing. No one knows if she is alive or dead.
And that's the prologue for this story. I know there wasn't much gore in this one, but there will be in future chapters. And here's the premise for the story I'm making in another story: Pepe le Pew and Penelope Pussycat go on a road trip to find the Squeam Screen, and Johnny Bravo tags along as a third wheel. See you there.