Bugs entered the massive building. He asked the receptionist, 'Where is RR?'

'Tenth floor, straight down the hallway.'

Bugs strode to the lift, pressed the number 10 button and soon he was standing outside a golden door. He knocked, heard someone say, 'come in,' Bugs did so.

In the room, there were four people. Three were typical animal-human hybrids – they all wore suits with red ties. One was a parrot, the other a weasel, the last a wolf.

And in the center sat RR, the king of crime. This was the ticket to assassinating the Martian.

'Meep meep meep meeeeeeep,' beeped RR.

'He would like to introduce this little group,' the parrot translated. 'I am Mr. Parrot. The other two are Weasel-Face and Wolfgang.'

'Let's get straight to business. No small talk,' said Bugs.

'Meep meeep.'

'He follows your sentiment. Now, I will do the explaining,' Mr. Parrot handed Bugs two items. One was some sort of ring that had ACME labeled on it. Probably powerful stuff.

The other item was some sticks of dynamite.

'I hope you have a decent plan. The Martian could be anywhere while he makes his speech.'

'We certainly do have a plan,' Mr. Parrot began, but was interrupted. RR was meeping again.

Mr. Parrot waited patiently for his boss to finished, and than translated. 'He wants to know if you believe in the Martian's cause. You might get cold feet at the last minute.'

'I most certainly do not,'

RR meeped again. Mr. Parrot smiled and said, 'He can see it in your eyes that you are not lying. He also says that the Martian approached him, to try and persuade him.

'RR attacked him with a flamethrower. Now you can see the results. A blackened and burnt face.'

'Now, here's what we want you to do…'

Elmer Fudd sighed as he knelt down. Sylvester was so stupid it was amazing. He had dropped his sniper rifle when he fled and that was his fatal mistake. Fudd took out his radar thingy and swept it over the fingerprints.

Sylvester's full fingerprints were now recorded in his device. Now he turned on the radar and swept it across the street. The device beeped.

It had found traces of Sylvester's fingerprints on a nearby door.

Sooner or later, Fudd would track down Sylvester and kill that little runt. Now that Fudd had calmed down from his anger, he had time to think about this.

He was in the wrong. Sylvester was trying to kill him for a justified cause. Why then, would it end up this way? Why would it end up with Sylvester's death and Fudd victorious? Why did evil always triumph over good?

Then Fudd thought of Daffy's joke.

What happens if Death asks Life for an apple?

In a flash, he got the answer.

And then he started chuckling. A chuckle that evolved into a laugh. He laughed as he was continued on the path that would lead to Sylvester's doom.

Marvin the Martian looked at his watch. Two more hours until the speech.

Suddenly his aide came into the room. 'Sir, I have terrible news.'

'What is it, Kronos?' Marvin said, sighing heavily.

'Lola Bunny is dead.'

Marvin's didn't have a mouth(it was burnt off by RR), but if he had, it would have dropped.

'I called her, but there was no answer. I went to her house and found her. Another thing, sir,' Kronos said miserably. 'Tweety bird is also dead. Killed by one of RR's men.'

'That just leaves you and Foghorn,' Marvin said. 'I don't have much helpers left.'

'Do you think we can really do it, sir? Change Looney World? Or should we just go back to Mars?'

'I have no choice now but to try and overthrow Porky Pig, and establish a more peaceful man in his place.' Marvin said. His white glowing eyes tilted downwards and he looked sad. 'Or else Porky will attack Mars.'

'He will eventually find out,' Marvin continued, 'that all our weapons have been destroyed long ago. That our missiles are fakes.'

'Once he mulls over the fact that we have not retaliated with our missiles, he will figure it out. And that will mean total destruction of Mars.'

Kronos nodded solemnly. 'Things don't look good for us.'

'Indeed,' Marvin swept his eyes over the room they were in: a small, dinghy, run-down house where they were lying low. 'Kronos, this speech is the last thing we've got.'

'Understood, sir. What duties have you got for me?'

'Ah. The security matters of my speech. I will be there personally, but I will be carrying a forcefield emitter. Even if my forcefield fails, there will be still armour to protect me. And there is also the fact Looney World will not expect me to be giving the speech in person.'

Kronos nodded. But he still seemed uneasy. 'There is an element of risk, sir.'

'I do not care! Kronos, I am giving you the duty of programming the force field emitter to its max. Call Foghorn Leghorn and have him do a sweep of Toontown square before the speech.'

'Right away, sir.'

An hour later, Kronos and Foghorn were walking innocently around toontown square. Foghorn was checking if there was only sabotage devices that might be lying around. Kronos wanted to accompany him, mainly because he was feeling very depressed these days. He wasn't the only one.

'This is bullcrap,' Foghorn swore. 'this is shitty bullcrap.'

'Yes, we are in deep water,' murmured Kronos, fiddling with the forcefield emitter. 'But there's no point moaning about it. What is done is done.'

Foghorn growled and looked at his bomb-detection device. 'Everything's clean,' he announced. 'Maybe, just maybe we can pull this off after all.'

'Maybe,' Kronos looked at the device in Foghorn's hands. 'Wait a minute, Foghorn. You haven't even turned it on!'

'Wha – ' Foghorn looked down, gasped, and hurriedly pressed a few buttons.

Kronos glared at him. 'how could you make such a simple mistake?'

Foghorn shrugged and pointed to his head, where a bandage was wound around his head. He had not gotten away unscathed from his encounter with RR's men.

'By the way, Foghorn, you never did tell me how you got away from RR. That bastard's pretty fast. How in the world did you escape?'

'What can I say?' Foghorn shrugged. 'I just got lucky.'

For a moment the two of them stood staring at each other, Then Foghorn awkwardly rolled his shoulders and said, 'well, I'd better cover the west sector now. See you.'

'See you,' Kronos replied, an edge to his voice. He stared after Foghorn for a long time.

7pm.

Quite a crowd had gathered in Toontown square, where the speech was being held. Many were just there to record a possible assassination on video. But there were some who truly wanted Looney World to change, and believed that the Martian was their only hope.

In a nearby discreet alleyway, Kronos passed Marvin the force field emitter.

'This, combined with your armor, had the capability to absorbing the impact of a small bomb,' Kronos stated. Marvin nodded appreciatively as he activated the forcefield, which created a small blue aura around him.

'Thank you, my friend,' Suddenly Marvin wrapped his arms around Kronos in a clumsy hug. 'May luck be with you, brother.'

'And you too, Marvin,' said Kronos.

There they parted.

Marvin went up to the podium. Instantly cheers, boos, and random gunshots rang through the air. Some bullets hit Marvin, but his forcefield was going strong.

'My fellow Looney World citizens,' Marvin swept his hand grandly over the crowd. 'I am Marvin the Martian. I have come here personally to convince you that Looney world can be changed.'

Boos. Cheers. Explosions.

Marvin emerged from his makeshift podium where he had ducked just in time. Behind him, an exploded Molotov martini caught fire.

'Please listen to me!' he cried. But those who wanted to were drowned out by those who did not.

Kronos listened to the last vestiges of the speech as he left the scene. He didn't want to be seen by the public – with no protection and him looking like a Martian, he would have been an easy target.

Now as he crossed the street, he felt a tingling on the back of his neck, as if something was going to happen. He kept walking nevertheless. He walked to the place where he would make his hideout – one of the gunshops that had been destroyed by the acid rain.

Kronos entered the shop, sighing. And stopped dead.

Foghorn Leghorn was standing in front of him. In one hand he held a sawn-off shotgun.

And in the other hand, he held a T-shaped detonator.

'Kronos…' Foghorn growled.

Then he fired his sawn-off. But he was firing from the hip, and the bullets went wide. Kronos ducked behind the counter and grabbed two Uzis that were mounted on the display case. His heart pumping, he looked at the detonator. Only an idiot would fail to recognize that that could create a deadly explosion. One that Marvin the Martian would possibly not be able to survive.

The outcome of this battle would determine whether a big chunk of dynamite would explode or not.