Scene change...

Following the purple canary, the young cat Furrball finds himself in the Acme Acres Junkyard, the two soon arriving at an abandoned pink Cadillac.

"Welcome!" Fifi said. "Zhis ees moi humble house, monsieur blue chat."

"A car?" Furrball questioned, more convinced that this is a trap.

"O-Oui!" she responded a bit shy. "Eet's a temporary home, since zhere's no birdcage moi size... but I still love eet as moi home away from home!"

Without more words, the young canary opened the door, and albeit hesistantly, Furrball also stepped in, the two finally being sheltered from the rain.

"It looks nice," said Furrball, looking at the red interior of the Cadillac. For now he's glad he's no longer outside in the rain. It's also a good sign that an anvil or piano hasn't fallen on his head the moment he entered at least.

"Thank you," she responded sheepishly, turning to face the young cat who is as drenched as her. "I don't have any towels, so we'll have to wait to dry."

"Oh, alright..." Furrball replied, still wary of a trap, thus he decided to not lose any time and ask the main question.

"Earlier, what did you mean about amends?"

"Een zhis last week I hurt vous, monsieur blue chat..." Fifi replied remorsefully, looking at Furrball straight in the eyes. "I'm sorwy!"

"I'm so sorwy for hurting vous like zhis and making vous feel miserable!"

"Since I arrived in America, I made vous suffer, but you didn't do anyzhing bad... I'm truly sorwy!"

"I'm horriblé!" she shouted, as tears begin to form in her eyes, making the blue feline feel concerned for her. "Eef not for moi and Sweetie vile schemes, maybe vous would have found a home!"

"Eet's all moi fault..."

"I-It's alright... !" tried to say Furrball, but was stopped by the young canary.

"Eet's not alright!" Fifi sniffled. "I helped Sweetie doeeng zhese horrible zhings to vous!"

"She's Professor Tweety student just like I'm Professor Sylvester's." Furrball explained, pointing to himself. "It's our roles outdo the other."

"But vous didn't try to chase or hurt her or even moi in zhat week!" Fifi stated, making Furrball shrugg.

"That's just how she is," he continued. "Ever since the first episode, Sweetie has made her life mission to make mine worse and not just for the cat and bird routine."

"We also don't want to dissapoint our mentors. For me Professor Sylvester still wants me to catch her even when I said I don't want to eat birds anymore..."

"E-Eat?!" Fifi exclaimed, tears stopping and her eyes widening. She was too guilt-ridden that she forgot that most important fact about cats... They eat birds!

"D-Don't worry! I don't want to eat any canaries!" Furrball reassured her, still not helping the shocked Fifi.

"Vous promise?" asked the worried canary.

"Yes," Furrball nodded. "At the beginning I did what any cat would do... I chased and wanted to eat Sweetie and even mices like Sneezer, but after failing each and every time, I realized this will never make me happy even if I succeed."

"Now, I do it only for the classes and to earn Professor Sylvester respect, and I still fail of course..." Furrball finished, only seeing that the young canary is breaking in tears once again.

"Zhen eet's true! Eet's all moi fault!" Fifi cried, shedding tears almost like the storm outside. It's like she's blaming herself for Furrball misfortune... "I'm not a heroine zhat defeats vile puddy tats, but a despicable villain!"

"P-Please! Don't cry..." Furrball pleaded, worried that he definetly aggravated the situation.

"*Sniff* B-B-But..." tried to say Fifi, as she was grabbed by Furrball who tossed to the window all caution and fear of a trap... and hugged the purple canary. A hug that she gladly accepted, finding the blue feline fur quite comfy in spite of it being wet and smelling funny.

"I don't think you're a villain," Furrball said. "I'm not the smartest cat, but I know you're not like Sweetie,"

"*Sniff* But..."

"This week was well, horrible for me, but I guess you had a tough time being Sweetie helper, and we know she's really mean, so please don't blame yourself. I'm not mad, not anymore."

"Monsieur blue chat..." Fifi whispered, her tears stopping. How can he forgive her for all the horrible antics in this past week?

"So I guess we can leave this behind in the past?" Furrball suggested, breaking the hug, but also offering the purple canary his paw, waiting for a handshake.

"Oui!" Fifi accepted with a small smile, raising her wings and shaking Furrball's hand quite fast. "I promise I won't hurt vous ever again, mon ami!"

"Mon ami?" questioned the young feline.

"Oui!" Fifi nodded, pointing to Furrball. "Eet means 'my friend' in french!"

"Are we friends, non?" she asked in a shy tone.

"Friends..." Furrball paused, thinking all the possible ways this couldn't work. "Are you sure you want to be friends with me, a cat?"

"Oui. I'd love to be your friend, monsieur blue chat," Fifi nodded, resulting in the young cat bringing her back in a hug.

"Thank you..." sniffled the blue feline, then realized what he was doing, breaking the embrace. "Oh, sorry!"

"N-No problem!" Fifi exclaimed, blushing red. "I guess introductions are een order! I am Fifi Canari from Paris, France."

"Eet's nice to meet vous!"

"Y-Yes! I am Furrball, a-and I'm happy too..." stuttered the blue feline in his introduction. It's not like he had many friends... or any friends in the first place.

"I don't hear the sound of rain, uh... I guess it's time to go back. Guess I'm back to the regular mayhem with only Sweetie, huh," Furrball sighed, actually being glad he's back to the one canary routine.

"Wait!" Fifi shouted, getting Furrball's attention. "Zhere must be something to make Sweetie stop chasing vous!"

"Sorry, but Sweetie can't be changed or convinced to not try and make my day bad," Furrball explained. "Even in the impossible case this would actually happen, there must always be a cat that tries to chase birds or mices and fail at the Looniversity, me."

"...But, what eef vous were too busy chasing anozher canary?"

"Huh?" Furrball blinked, utterly confused by Fifi's words. "I don't understand."

"Oui! Vous don't understand eet, which means eet ees zhe perfect plan!" Fifi chirped, leaving Furrball with even more questions.

"I think I know how to help vous, Furrball!" she explained, getting closer to the young feline ears to whisper her idea, which made Furrball gulp, but nonetheless nodded his head, accepting it.

Now, what were talking about? I think we're about to find out...