Fudd ran as fast as he could, then dived into a nearby gun shop to catch his breath. Was that wabbit stupid or something, thinking he could take two on one? Still, he had a point. Less than an hour left and they still hadn't gotten the shuttle.

Suddenly he sensed a presence behind him. He immediately ducked, rolled, and whipped out his shotgun.

The gun shop owner was smiling at him.

'Hello, sir, would you like anything?'

'No!'

'In that case,' the gunsmith smiled evilly. 'I'm afraid I have a tendency to kill anyone who isn't a customer.'

Fudd prepared himself for a fight, when suddenly huge anvil crashed through the roof and crushed the gunsmith to death.

Fudd looked up, and saw a cat hefting another anvil.

'You want one too?' he snarled.

'No, but take me to Wile E. Coyote, you brat. I have some important information to give him.'

The young cat laughed. 'Are you mad? You think I would just – '

Fudd cocked the shotgun with a loud clack clack. It was then which the cat realized the shotgun was pointing at him.

'Okay okay,' he said hastily, putting the anvil gently on the roof. Fudd smiled. He suddenly had confidence that he could get this assignment done by dinner.

Bugs watched the two coats carefully. Without warning, he drew his Desert Eagles and fired at both of them.

The two leapt out of the way, and were unhurt. They continued their approach.

Bugs frowned. Something wasn't right. It was rare that anyone in Looney World could doge bullets, and furthermore they didn't dodge properly. They were just making half-hearted attempts, and Bugs could have sworn a few bullets had hit them. Something wasn't right.

The tiny coat suddenly broke into a run, leaping with its knives towards Bug's throat. Bugs lifted his leg and kicked the tiny one away, noting with satisfaction that it sailed up in the air and dropped down out of sight.

However while he had been doing this the tall one attacked. Bugs popped four shots to the head, but this time the coat made no attempt to dodge. It almost seemed like the pullets were passing through him. Bugs avoided the swipe of the knife and jumped back.

'Who are you really?' he said.

'Loyalists of Marvin the Martian,' came the dull response. 'His ideals will lead to the salvation of the world.'

Bugs shook his head. 'Don't tell me he's brainwashed you.'

'He has not brainwashed us,' the tall one said. 'He has won our respect.'

'Which is another way of saying what I just said,' Bugs replied. 'Now let's see what you've got under the coat that makes you invulnerable, shall we?'

With a swift motion Bugs leapt forward, landed on the ground and rolled. As he did so, his hand grabbed the hem of the coat and pulled it free.

Bugs got to his feet and looked behind at the now-uncoated enemy. He was surprised, but of course he showed it only with a light rising of the eyebrow.

'Tom,' Bugs said politely to the grey cat. 'How nice is it to see you again.'

Meanwhile, Fudd was being led by another cat, to the inner sanctum of the Coyote gang.

'Move it,' Fudd snarled as the cat hesitantly walked up the steps of a gigantic mansion (the shape of it was out of proportion, though). The cat opened the giant double doors and immediately a voice boomed.

'Who dares disturb me?!'

'That line is clichéd, Coyote,' Fudd sniggered.

Wile E coyote stepped forward into the light. He was wearing a coat which was made of coyote fur and he was smoking a cigarette.

'What do you want? This had better be good!' Coyote spoke with a heavy Russian accent.

Two skunk bodyguards stood on Coyote's either side. Fudd watched them warily.

'I have some important info…' Fudd began.

'Who are you?' Coyote snapped.

'Elmer Fudd.'

'Fudd. Fudd? That rings a bell!' Coyote began pacing round the room, the twin skunks training him. Coyote seemed to have lost track of the conversation completely.

'Ah yes,' he finally boomed. 'I remember you. A real piece of work, they called you the Toon Town strangler. And you did something very terrible to that cat.' Coyote pointed at the cat behind Fudd, whom everyone had forgotten. 'Ten years ago, was it, Sylvester?'

'Huh?' Sylvester said. He and Fudd looked into each other's faces. Both of them suddenly recognized the other.

'You!' Sylvester snarled, leaping forward. In a flash one of the skunks was at his side and mercilessly kicked his ribs, over and over.

'You can put your revenge plans on hold, Sylvester!' Coyote crowed, listening with glee to Sylvester's shrieks of pain. 'Right now me and your darling Fudd have some business to discuss.'

Laughing for no reason at all, Coyote watched his skunk deliver one final kick to Sylvester and threw him out of the room. On cue, the doors automatically closed.

'You better watch out for that punk, Fudd,' Coyote said. 'He's a hot-blooded youth, and you know how they are.'

'Never mind that,' Fudd said. He had been impassive throughout the entire of Sylvester's beating.. 'I said I had important info, did I?'

'Yes you did,' Coyote said. 'What is it?'

Fudd pulled out a knife and threw it at Coyote.

Coyote sighed and picked the knife from the ground. The knife had simply bounced off his skull.

'I don't know why people keep trying to kill me,' Cyote said, twirling the knife around. 'Don't they know? I've fought Double R in the desert many times. I've survived all the thing's he's thrown at me. In other words, I've adapted.'

Coyote dropped the knife. 'Now, the only reason I'm not giving the word to let my guards kill you, is that it amuses me to see yet another pitiful attempt to kill me. Go on, do your worst.'

'Oh I will,' Fudd pulled out his shotgun. For an instant, a hint of fear went into Coyote's eyes. That was no ordinary shotgun.

'That's…'

'a ACME Buckshot Shotgun.' Fudd cradled the heavy triple barreled monster. 'This could take out a herd of elephants in a few shots. The only problem is, the recoil's a bitch.'

The skunks moved, and instantly Fudd pulled the three triggers. There was a trrific bang, the sound of splintering wood, and a cloud of smoke was produced. Fudd was blasted backwards and crashed through the double doors, breaking them off their hinges.

'As I said,' Fudd groaned, picking himself up, 'The recoil's a bitch.'

Suddenly Coyote came out of the smoke, looking like a demon. The smoke cleared and behind the indestructible Russian boss, Fudd saw the two skunks lying the ground dead.

Coyote smiled. He looked unharmed.

'This is going to be fun,' he said.