Hello again! I can't believe I typed and posted this chapter all in one day (this is history in the making, folks)! :D Sorry that it's kind of short (I did this on purpose). :) Read on!

The car pool at the Acme Detective Agency was in an underground parking lot beneath the building. To get there, Bugs and Daffy had to take the elevator all the way from the top floor down to the parking lot in the basement.

"Why in the world do elevators need to take so long just to go a few floors?" Daffy complained as he and his co-detective took the slow ride to the basement.

"Well, we were on the 50th floor." Bugs replied.

"I was just exasperating."

"You mean exaggerating." Bugs corrected. Daffy grew more and more impatient as he paced around the small elevator.

"This is ridiculous! There must be some way to make this elevator go faster!" Daffy glanced at the control panel and saw a small, green button labeled "High-Speed".

"Ah, here we go!" The duck exclaimed.

"Daff, I don't think-"

"I know you don't, Bugs. That's why I'm making this intelligent decision!" He pressed the button and the elevator plunged.

"AHHHHH!"

They screamed all the way down. Bugs instantly grabbed onto the metal bar on the wall while Daffy held on to his hat for dear life. The elevator came to a harsh stop at the bottom. Bugs was still clinging to the bar, dazed; Daffy was stuck to the ceiling, his hat pulled over his eyes. Bugs finally got back to his senses and stood up.

"Daffy, are you okay?" The duck fixed his hat and looked at Bugs.

"Well, I've been better. Hey, why are you down there?"

"I'm on the ground, doc. You're stuck to the ceiling."

"Oh. Can you get me down?" Daffy asked. The rabbit examined the elevator for anything that could get Daffy off of the ceiling, but found nothing.

"I can't get you down just yet. I'll have to check around the lot."

"Don't worry - I'm not going anyplace."

Bugs opened the doors using the emergency button on the control panel and stepped out. The car pool was dimly lit and uncomfortably quiet, but Bugs tried his best to see. A few feet away from the elevator were a bucket of plaster and a spatula.

"Perfect! Now I just need a long pole to attach it to." The bunny said to himself. He grabbed the plaster spatula, went over to the janitor's closet, and got a broom and some rope. He tied the scraper to the broomstick and returned to the elevator.

"Sheesh! What took you so long?" Daffy said impatiently. Bugs leaned against the broom and stared at him.

"Now, if you're going to greet me like that, I'll just leave you there." He turned as if to leave.

"No, wait! I'm sorry! Can you please get me down, Bugsy ol' pal?" Bugs smiled and started scraping Daffy off the ceiling.

"Okay, Daffy, get ready to fall. I'm almost done!"

"Come on, Bugs! Do you really think you need to tell me that? I'm an expert when it comes to-" Bugs finished scraping and Daffy face-planted on the hard, unforgiving floor of the elevator.

"Landing on your face?" Bugs suggested. Daffy got up and dusted himself off.

"Thanks a lot, pal." He said sarcastically. The two detectives exited the elevator and walked around the parking lot.

"Which car are we looking for?" Daffy asked. His partner glanced at the car key.

"Number 73." They continued through the rows of parked cars until they found it.

"Here it is!" Bugs said.

"At least, that was easy and pleasant," Daffy added. Bugs unlocked the door and began to sit in the driver's seat.

"Wait a minute! I should drive!" Daffy shouted, reaching for the key in Bugs's hand.

"No, Daffy. You almost got us killed in the elevator and we didn't even get started on the case yet." The duck sighed heavily as he sat in the passenger seat. After what seemed like forever, they drove out of the parking lot and headed toward Beverage Hills.