Timeskip...
Since the introduction of Tweety Bird's niece, Fifi, it's been one week. One week where the students and even the teachers themselves learned that Fifi Canari is quite different from her uncle and Sweetie. Not just regarding her size, but also the fact that she's a more pleasant company than the pink canary and isn't a fan of violence, preferring to rather talk about romance and find a boyfriend which she isn't lucky in that regard, yet this inconvenience didn't stop her from enjoying the time in the Looniversity and making friends with her classmates, especially with her fellow toon girls Babs Bunny and Shirley Loon, forming a sort of girl trio, much to the boys surprise.
But, most importantly, in this one week she had been shown the ropes around town on the first day by Sweetie Bird and became her cartoon partner in this short time in Acme Acres... One week where she hesistantly aided the smaller pink canary in her plans to torment the blue feline Furrball in many different ways.
Due to her reasons, she doesn't like cats, but this doesn't mean she wants to hurt them, yet what perplexed her was that the blue cat didn't even fight back, he seemed to only want to get away from them, not trying to chase or even looking at them like snacks, somehow also offending Sweetie as she puts it.
Now the young canary is in the Acme Acres Junkyard, inside a pink Cadillac that she decided to use as a temporary home. The reason being her uncle house/birdcage is too small for her and his co-star/owner Granny doesn't have guest rooms suited for a young girl who needs to have more space, and this is not helped by Sylvester who's also living there...
She's inside the vehicle, the interior being a lovely shade of red, looking much bigger than the car itself. Now, she's on the car backseat styled like a bed, doing her homework for her next day of school.
"What eez zhe holding force of a mousetrap?" the young canary read, scratching her head. "And just today I helped Sweetie lure monsieur blue chat in a pit full of zhem..."
"...I wonder eef he's alright?" just as she asked this question, a loud boom was heard all across the area.
"Quoi?!" Fifi exclaimed, wondering what happened.
She put down her homework and exited through the right door of her car and was soon outside, only to be greeted by constant rain, completly soaking her feathers.
"Fufu! Silly moi.~ One week in America and vous forget the sound of thunder Fifi!" she giggled, ignoring her condition and looking at the sky, only to see the black clouds that cover the sun and pour more rain.
"I guess zhat zhe rains een here aren't as romantic as zhose een Paris..." Fifi sighed, before going back...
"MEOW!"
Wet, her feathers still rose up as she heard that sound... the sound of a cat! One that she learned to recognise very well in this week.
"Sacre bleu!" she exclaimed, running at high speed in spite of the weather to the direction where that familiar sound was heard. Soon, she was at one of the wooden fences that separate the junkyard from the streets and used one of the holes in there to take a peek outside...
And just as she feared, outside the street was the young feline Furrball, drenched in rain like her, but also covered in mouse traps... and each time he removes one he yowls.
"MEOW!" he yowls, as he takes a mousetrap from his hand...
"MEOW!" and another one from his leg...
"MEOW!" and this goes on, as he takes out more mousetraps, with each one he's getting more irritated by the second...
And with the last one taken out from his bandaged tail...
"Meeeooow!!!" he yells, tossing the wooden trap to the street, only for it to somehow jump back and hit him in the face.
"OUCH!" Furrrball shouted clearly in pain.
"Mon Dieu... I told Sweetie zhere were too many traps zhere..." Fifi winced, her gaze still focused unto the young feline, observing every move...but this one she never expected...
"WHY?! JUST WHY?!?!" Furrball shouted, not using meows, but using his own voice instead, making the young canary gasp at this revelation.
"He can talk?!" Fifi whispered low enough to not be heard from the other side. She never thought he could even talk in the first place and sound quite normal for a cat...
"Just why..." Furrball lamented, his anger being replaced by sadness and in spite of the terrible weather, he sitted on the cold and wet street curb. "I didn't even do anything to Sweetie or the new girl..."
"I just want to find a home..." he said gazing tearfully at the sky, letting the rain hit him as music began to play in the background, echoing through the rain as he sang...
There must be a way home in this strange land.
I can't even try to understand.
I'm lost in time without a trace.
Maybe I should resign myself to this disgrace.
I've strayed all life and maybe I've lost my way,
All this pain to find a way home.
And yet, why I don't give up?
It's my fate to rise up,
And to fall even more...
I guess I'm too naive.
If I do believe.
A home life is for me!
I have many things to fear –
For misfortune always found me,
In spite, my quest only began.
The world's immense, but after all I have to say.
I have a wish...
In the end all I have is my foolish wish!
So who would care if I cry?!
My wish will never come true!
All I will be is lonely blue...
All alone in the street...
Nothing gained in this fruitless bet.
For me there's just no way home!
"For me there's just no way home..." as Furrball reached the final notes of his sad melody, the rain intensified, hiding away his many tears.
While the purple canary hiding nearby couldn't contain her emotions any longer after she heard the young feline's song. "Monsieur blue chat...*sob*" Fifi whispered with tears spilling from her eyes. "I-I didn't know..."
"Monsieur blue chat!" she shouted loud and rushed outside the junkyard, gazing upon the sight of the drenched feline.
"Monsieur blue chat!" she repeated, getting Furrball attention, only for him to do what he had done this whole week... try and run away!
"Please wait, s'il vous plait!" the young canary shouted, chasing after him.
"I'm sorwy!"
"..."
"Meow?" Furrball uttered, stopping on his tracks, pretty much astounded with his eyes bigger like dinner plates. It seems that this one sentence hit him more than one could imagine. Just why would Sweetie partner in his torment say such a thing?
"I'm sorwy monsieur blue chat! I-I didn't know vous were homeless..."
"Meow..." the blue cat uttered, not understanding what she's sorry to begin with. It's not like it's her fault for him being homeless.
"I heard vous singing earlier," Fifi answered, almost in a whisper, making the blue feline eyes go bigger.
"I-I see..." Furrball said, not making eye contact with the canary girl. "I have a terrible voice. I'm sorry if I bothered you." and tried to slowly step away from the young canary.
"Non!"
"Vous have a pretty voice!" Fifi declared, stepping closer to Furrball who who slowly backed away.
"And the song vous sang was beautiful!"
"T-Thanks," Furrball hesistated, thinking that the purple canary is lying to lead him in a trap. "I-I guess it's late, so I'll just head back to my box..."
"Non!" she yelled, stunning him. "Please, I want to make, how you say amends! Yes, amends for treating vous like zhis!"
"...huh?"
"Can we talk in moi place, please?" the young canary pleaded, to the blue feline who was too flabbergasted by these words, only leading him to saying...
"Uh, sure..."