Marvin the Martian mopped his brow. So far, things were not going expected as plan. Many citizens kept interrupting him by firing at him or drowning out his words. He felt a kind of angry frustration, and once again tried to control the crowd. All he got was more bullets.
In his current frustrated state, Marvin's defenses broke. Suddenly all the sadness and pain he had kept on hold came rushing in. The deaths of Tom, Jerry, Lola and Tweety – not to mention hundreds of Martians killed in the missile attack – they were all going to die in vain.
Marvin began to weep. Tears ran down his burnt face as the crowd booed and jeered.
Kronos threw himself to the floor and metal screeched just past his head. He returned fire with his Uzis, but Foghorn ripped off a wooden board used in a display casing, and used it as cover. Bullets hit wood put did not penetrate.
The detonator lay on the floor between them. But neither of them would have the opportunity to reach it until the battle ended.
'I'm going to kill you, Kronos,' snarled Foghorn, for lack of anything cooler to say, and fired again. A glass mirror shattered into pieces. Kronos dived out of the way before any sharp shards cut him. From the floor, he saw there was a cupboard which already had its doors shot off its hinges, exposing a healthy supply of grenades inside. Foghorn rushed towards the grenades, but Kronos fired one burst. Bullets contacted with grenades and all of them exploded in a epic chain reaction, sending splinters flying everywhere. Foghorn cursed, but he saw one unharmed grenade on the floor. He picked it up, bit off the pin and threw it at Kronos.
A grenade flew towards him. Kronos flipped one of his Uzis around and batted the grenade back. But Foghorn did the same thing, using the butt of his shotgun to hit a home run. For a few moments they played a gruesome tennis match, the grenade flying back and forth.
Then it exploded.
Kronos was thrown back, unscathed by some form of luck. He crashed into the wooden wall.
Foghorn appeared into view, bloodied and yielding a crazed grin, holding his sawn-off in front him. The barrel glowed with renewed menace. Kronos frantically pulled the triggers of his Uzis. Useless clicks sounded.
He was out of ammunition.
Foghorn pulled the trigger of his shotgun.
Marvin was still trying to get himself under control when suddenly an ear-splitting screech filled the air. Everyone present covered their ears, and Marvin looked up in despair. This was the last straw, he though miserably. But he was wrong.
One Looney World citizen was holding some sort of megaphone in one hand and was pressing a button that emitted a high-pitched sound. As other citizens cowered and cried out in confusion, the man who had caused all this looked Marvin straight in the eye and nodded, as if to say Please, continue.
Filled with renewed hope, Marvin waited for the moment when the loud sound stopped. Finally it did, and by that time the crowd was largely subdued. Marvin began talking as quickly as he could before anyone else got riled up again.
'Perhaps some of you don't believe in me. Well let me give you the chance to believe.' Quick as a flash Marvin pointed his finger and some hologram images appeared in the air. It showed Foghorn Leghorn and Tweety bird risking their life to save the mayor.
'In every darkest, foulest pit of evil, there is potential for good,' Marvin said. 'These two have proven just that. And this shows there is even the slightest glimmer of hope for what I am going to achieve.'
The crowd began mumbling amongst themselves. Hurriedly Marvin intervened with another example, and summoned images of Tom and Jerry.
'Tom and Jerry. As different as ice and fire. Yet I showed them that they had previously been childhood friends, and that there was still time fo0r them to reconcile their differences. And they did. They regained their friendship before their end.'
The images showed Tom and Jerry hugging each other, and weeping. The crowd was clearly moved. They were not fully convinced of course, but Marvin had given them food for thought.
This might actually work! Marvin thought.
Another dull click.
Foghorn stared angrily at his weapon, which, too, had run out of ammunition. Before he could do anything, Kronos dropped his Uzis and launched himself forward. Both of them tumbled forward, and landed on the floor. Their hands scrambled for each other's throats.
Foghorn's hands found their target first, and he started squeezing. Kronos caught up just a second later. Both of them lay on the ground, each one's windpipe slowly being crushed.
From now, it would be a question of how much breath they had. How long they would be able to hold up until they would be suffocated.
For the next minute, the two of them lay absolutely silent, focused only on choking the life out of the other. Foghorn's face was slowly turning purple. Kronos's was faring no better.
Suddenly Kronos's hands slipped away, as if he had resigned himself to his death. Foghorn smiled a sickly smile, paused to regain his breath, and tightened his own grip.
He had been too hasty in thinking he had won however. Kronos's hands had been reaching for a shard of broken glass lying on the floor. Kronos grabbed the shard, and plunged it into Foghorn's chest.
Foghorn gasped, releasing his grip momentarily. Kronos stabbed him again. The chicken uttered a dying wheeze as the life began to seep out of him.
'I…have no regrets,' he choked out. Trying to get in some last words. Kronos brought down the shard one more time and rolled away. He watched as Foghorn lay trembling, stiffened, and then finally died.
It was over. He had won.
Marvin was beginning to feel – there was no other word to describe it – high. Thanks to his oratorical skills and the previous method of crowd control, slowly but surely he was winning the citizens over.
He brought up more images of the desolate streets of Looney World. Crime, destruction, death.
'Let me appeal to your conscience,' Marvin said, 'for no person is truly evil. Do you really want this? Is this your dream paradise? Of course nor! I urge you to apply simple logic. Support me and I will take you to greater heights. Peace and prosperity will reign forever!'
A lot of heads were nodding now. Only about half of them, some people were still booing, but all things considered this was a roaring success.
We have won! He thought happily.
For a moment Kronos knelt on the floor, catching his breath. He looked at Foghorn's body. Kicked it away. Then he stood up and walked towards the detonator.
As he did so, he took out a small plastic ring out of his pocket. It had the words ACME labeled on it. Powerful stuff.
Then he pressed a few buttons on the ring. The ACME device expanded in length. He held it up and walked through the glowing circle.
Before, his appearance was Kronos.
Now, as he came out of the ring, he was now in his true appearance
Bugs Bunny looked down at his suit, made sure everything was intact, then pressed a few more buttons on the ring.
The automatic disguiser ring certainly had served him well. No one had ever suspected he was not Kronos. The real Kronos met with an accident when he went to Lola's house to check up on her.
It was a pity he had to get his hands dirty, killing Foghorn like that. But there was no choice. By pure luck, the hapless chicken had decided to hide out in the same place where the detonator was being kept. That was where he discovered it. And that was when he put two and two together. And that was when he inevitably had to die.
Bugs strolled casually to the detonator. Gripped the cold T-shaped handle. Outside the window, he could see in the distance a crowd gathering around to listen to Marvin the Martian.
A pity that the scene would be soon engulfed in a ball of flame.
Elmer Fudd stopped outside a run-down house. He had arrived. Carefully he peered into the window of the house, and see his target: Sylvester, sitting on a couch, looking worn-out.
The time had come for him to die. Fudd prepared to charge in, but first he needed something. Pills. A lot of pills.
But then he remembered that he had run out of pills.
Shit on a stick.
For a moment Fudd stood there, sighing heavily. The pills had reminded him of something.
Then he kicked open the door, barged in. Sylvester's eyes widened when he saw Elmer Fudd charging inside with his shotgun barrel aimed at his head. He quickly rolled to one side and reached for a pistol that was lying on the table beside him…
There was one shot, and then there were none.
The forcefield emitter Bugs had given the Martian was, in reality, a hollow cylinder with bug chunks of A-grade dynamite inside. What the Martian had thought was protecting was not a forcefield but in fact his own armor. There was never any forcefield to begin with.
When Bugs detonated the dynamite, it would seem as if the Martian had turned suicide bomber. From there, he would lose all the shreds of credibility he had left. Perfect.
Bugs gripped the lever tighter. He prepared to push it down, to send a thousand souls straight to Hell. Fools. They were all fools. They deserved what was coming to them.
'It's a Looney World,' he muttered, and then pushed down on the lever with all his might.
Marvin the Martian was basking in his happiness when suddenly he heard a sizzling sound in his pocket. It took a second to register what it was. Too long and too late.
'Bomb!' He cried, fishing the 'forcefield emitter' out of his pocket. He felt an unexpected warmth gather in his hands. A warmth that quickly evolved into a searing heat that engulfed his whole body.
The crowd didn't register what was happening until it was too late. The explosion engulfed them killing the hundred strong instantly. Not a single hair was left.