Cutting to the next scene...
It's a new day at the Looniversity, today actually beginning quietly at least. The students are preparing for their first class in this day, with nothing zanny going on yet. They seem to be almost stuck in a routine, but that's just what school does whether you're a human or a toon.
"Oh, you can say that about school again, buddy!" Babs Bunny complained, taking from her locker a giant stack of books and papers taller then her that blocks her vision. "I don't know what your deal is but could you at least be a gentleman or whatever and lend a hand on these books, will ya?"
"Here, Babs! Let me help you," Buster Bunny said, taking half of his fellow rabbit study materials, making her sigh in relief. "Professor Bugs warned me about those kind of guys and said the best option is to ignore them until 'The End'."
"You know better than me that I love a challenge, Buster," Babs declared. "I've seen episodes like this where they're messing with us and it's not E-V-E-N funny!"
"Babs, like, take a deep breath and calm down. My chakras tell me they're not here to, like, mess with us," Shirley Loon suggested. "They are here, for like, to witness something else."
"Yeah, sure..." Babs rolled her eyes. "Other than the creation of our girl trio with Fifi, things have been toooo quiet for us! I almost wish those Perfectos would do some evil scheme or for Sweetie to invite us when she does something cuckoo, like when she blowed up that cat food factory last week."
"Those early 4th July fireworks are always welcomed instead of tests and learning and tests and learing and tests and learning and tests and learning all over again! Hahaha!" Babs then snapped in a temporary fit of madness. She tossed to the ground her books and spinned, imerging in an inflatable sumo costume with her ears tied like the traditional hairstyle associated with the sport and jumped until she reached the ceiling. Falling and hitting the stack flattening it. The papers in question looking crumpled, but definetly at a more manageable size.
"Are you done?" Buster asked, totally not concerned for his friend. He was used to her unexpected crazy antics, so this wasn't anything new.
"Ah! I needed to do that," Babs sighed in relief, spinning back in her original outfit and picked up the flattened stack. "Too bad this is going to be the only memorable thing for the remaing day."
"Mon Dieu!!!"
"And I guess I'm wrong!" Babs stated, together with the other students glancing to where that familiar shout originated.
At the open entrance of the Looniversity, the elegant purple canary Fifi fluttered her wings in distress. Flying in a panic, because, behind her with determination in his eyes was the blue feline Furrball, wielding a comically oversized wooden mallet. He was chasing the young canary across the halls of the school for all to see!
"No way!" Babs exclaimed, seeing this scene unfold. "What is happening?!"
"Furrcat is chasing Fifi," Plucky Duck replied. "Finally something worthwhile!"
"Hey!" Babs and Shirley shouted in unison.
"Like, what got into Furrball?"
"Come, Shirley! No cat is hurting our BFF!" the pink bunny declared, but it seems things won't go in Furrball favor. He tossed the huge mallet he was carrying into Fifi's direction in a poor attempt to hit her. Only for her to catch it with her wings, reversing the roles as she's now chasing him across the halls of the Looniversity with the mallet.
"Or we should leave it to Fifi..." Babs watched, taking out of her locker a popcorn box and sharing it with her friends, even Plucky in spite of his snark comment about her friend. "She seems to handle herself."
"Hey! Some people are actually 'trying' to learn here!" Sweetie shouted, exiting out of a classroom and witnessing the reverse cat and bird chase. "Hey! What are ya doing with my cat, Canari?!"
"I'm tryeeng to hit heem!" Fifi answered, hastening her pace in pursuit of the blue feline. Her legs aren't made for running like the resident roadrunner, Little Beeper. But, it doesn't seem to be this the main concern.
"But he's MY cat!" the pink canary declared, becoming enraged. "It's my job to squash him, not yours!"
"Great job, Fifi!" Tweety Bird chirped, who came to see the source of this ruckus. "I'm swoo proud of you!"
"What?!"
"Furrbrain is my punching bag, um, I mean cartoon parner! Not hers!" the pink canary complained.
"But look at twem! They're perfect a match for twis chase," Tweety remarked, pointing to the aforementioned, then at the students who watch them with excitement in their eyes. "Plus the others love it."
"B-B-But..."
"Furrball!" Sylvester shouted, arriving with the same reasons like his fellow teacher/prey. And just like the others he was transfixed on the ongoing chase between the two young toons. "Stop running and take that mallet!" but for him, the reasons are entirely different...
It was at those words, Fifi somehow 'accidentally' dropped the hammer, falling back in the hands of the blue feline and letting the chase resume on it's 'normal' course.
"Yeah! Get that oversized bird, my boy!" Sylvester cheered, clearly overjoyed that his student is finally doing his job as a cat.
Hearing his mentor encouragements, Furrball now more determined than ever, forced his legs to speeds far greater than he is capable, getting in hitting range to the purple canary.
"Uh oh!" Fifi gasped, doing the same as Furrball before he striked with the hammer, and flyed in a trail of dust far, far away from halls of the Looniversity with the feline trying to keep up.
"Go get her!" Sylvester cheered, or rather commanded to his pupil.
"You can do it, Fifi!" Tweety cheered along with the other students, all excluding Sweetie, gazing with narrowed eyes at the exit.
"There's no way that deadweight pacifist would actually have the backbone to chase that blue idiot when she barely even helped me last week. I had to do it all!" she whispered, turning her back to the others, returning to her class. "There's something fishy going on AND I'm going to find out!"
Scene change...
Outside the walls of the Looniversity, Furrball continues to pursue Fifi Canari across the streets of Acme Acres. The two arriving at an empty street and suddenly stopped their cartoon chase.
"I think we're far enough," Furrball said, gazing at the surroundings and confirming that none of his classmates or the teachers decided to follow them.
"We did it!" Fifi cheered, hugging the young feline. "We did it, mon ami!"
"Y-Yes! We did..." Furrball confirmed, blushing dark blue as Fifi let him go.
"Vous were a great actor, Furrball!"
"Thanks, but it was still your idea to fake a chase in front of everyone to see with a prop mallet." Furrball confirmed, tossing the hammer away. "Even Professor Sylvester looked happy when I almost got you."
"Oui! Now Sweetie won't even be able to touch you now zhat vous are too busy chasing anozher canary!"
"I guess..."
"Eez something wrong?" the young canary asked. "Vous don't look happy?"
"N-No, I'm happy that your plan worked, but how are you sure Sweetie won't try to, you know..."
"I thought of zhat, mon ami!" Fifi declared with a wide smile. "Our fake chase eez loved by all, which means..."
"...They will want more!" Furrball finished, understanding his feathered friend plan. Now that all have seen the potential he and Fifi have as a cartoon duo, it was, well, obvious that Sweetie will be replaced by her taller and purple, french counterpart as the bird that is chased by a cat. And since she has appeared in other cartoons that don't require for her to be chased or as a side-character in his classmates episodes, she won't have to worry about losing her career as a toon or place in the Looniversity.
"But won't Sweetie try harder to make me chase her now that she has competition?" the blue feline wondered.
"We just won't let her have zhe chance!" Fifi answered with a smile. "Een order for Sweetie to not try and chase vous, we'll just, how do you say, stick together!"
"Uh... I appreciate all you've done for me, but I don't want you to waste time with me when you can be with your other friends." Furrball suggested. "I'm not interesting like them..."
"Nonsense! I don't think vous are boring. Vous are moi friend, Furrball," the young canary responded with a smile. "Friends help each ozher!"
"But I don't have many friends, or any friends at all..." Furrball pointed out, averting his eyes. "I don't want you to find me a nuisance because of my misfortune or me..."
"Oui! I don'k know vous..." the young canary replied with Furrball sighing in defeat. It was the truth. He was just not meant for friends, and one so very different and not just in species, but also in attitude towards life like Fifi was... "But, vous are not a vile puddy tat zhat wants to hurt moi. Vous are a kind soul, I know zhat for sure!"
"I..." he tried to reply, but Fifi took a hold of his paw, holding it with her wing.
"We have some time off school zhanks to our chase, so why don't we go explore zhe city, mon ami. Maybe vous could show moi Acme Acres, no?" the young canary proposed, making Furrball gape.
"H-Huh?!"
"Zhe tour Sweetie made to moi when I arrived in America lacked, how do you say, eet lacked passion and joy! I know with vous, I could see more to Acme Acres. Pretwy please.~"
"Fifi..." Furrball blinked, utterly at a loss of words. Can you blame him when someone is not only willing to be his friend in spite of his bad luck, but who also wants to spend time with? It honestly leaved him stunned, but he must at least try and respond to her request. That's what a friend does.
"A-Alright, let's go and see Acme Acres."
"Oui!" the young canary chirped in joy, esentially dragging Furrball out with her. While he had his doubts, he will try and be a good guide for the kind canary girl that wants to be his friend.