It took Penelope a bit of time to raise her head and realize that she was not sat inside of a car, but on the grass. The greener, most perfect grass she had ever seen, so much nothing on it could be casual, but hand-drawn. Above them, was a gigantic, bright, so extremely white moon it couldn't be real, either.

She looked down and saw paws, with sharp but delicate claws and black fur. She inspected her body and confirmed she was all covered in fur; also had a tail, whiskers and her ears were on the top of her head. It felt way lighter, as if she had got rid of a heavy burden.

And in her hands was not a man, but a skunk. 'Luc!', she wanted to exclaim, but she knew that was not his name.

He didn't move! He remained with his eyes closed after she shook him. He had no blood on his side, no holes in his body, but he didn't move, still. Didn't he turn back into a toon before it was too late?

Right when she was about to mourn him, Pepé wrapped his arms around her into a very tight hug.

"Ah, mon amour!" He exclaimed.

By their side, Foghorn Leghorn inspected his whole body. Beak, feathers, wattle...Everything was back and looking swell! It felt so right he started laughing with glee.

Coyote looked at his own hands, furry, clawed. It felt way lighter, as if he had got rid of a heavy burden. Martin…No, he was Wile E. Coyote! Why did he ever think his name was Martin? That seemed so stupid. And in front of him, there he was. Road Runner, if that was even a name. The Road Runner. There he was, with his blue feathers and his beak. The bird tilted his head to one side and inspected his own paw. For a second, Coyote lost interest on him and looked around him.

«Tom!», «Dick!», «Larry!», «HENRYYYY!»...Around him, toons ran to hug each other, reunited with their lost friends and relatives, cheered, admired their recovered animal form.

"Well, what do you know!" Bugs exclaimed, looking at the surroundings with a smile. "True love's kiss really breaks the spell!"

"We're...back!" Elmer exclaimed, still too shocked to let go of Bugs' grip. It was him who let him fall to the ground.

"¡Hurra!" Speedy cheered, throwing his hat in the air.

When they finally opened their eyes, much after the storm, Granny, Tweety and Sylvester found they were embracing each other as tightly as they could, Sylvester even sinking his claws into the old lady's body. They exchanged a surprised look but still didn't let go of each other.

Marvin needed a bit of time. He woke up lying on the ground, stood up with much confusion. He stood there, his brain still processing where he was, what he was feeling, the mere fact that he was there.

"Marv! You're back, you're alright!" Daffy was the one who brought him back to Earth. He was so, so happy he did something he would have never thought he would do: give him a hug.

"Hm?" Marvin blinked then opened his eyes wide to feel his entire body. Not only was it whole, but it also had the perfect proportions, no strange openings and protuberances. "Oh, goodie! Everything is back to its place and I feel like new! Isn't that lovely?" And his expression of delight turned into a sneer as he turned to the two black and white toons who were being surrounded by the crowd, laser pistol in hand. "Now I've got everything I need to settle things..."

"Yeah!"

"Get 'em!"

Beans and Buddy tried to draw back, but in every direction they went to was a snarling, armed, angry toon. Guns aimed at them, fists were ready to punch them, bats swung at them.

"W-Wait! Stop!" Porky got in the way, using his own body as a shield.

"Get out of the way, pig! Let us take the garbage out!" Yosemite Sam exclaimed, a gun on each hand.

"You can't hurt them!"

"Oh, we can and we...WILL!" Red Riding Hood replied.

"Why not? They cursed us!" Giovanni Jones grunted.

"They shall learn no one touches my spells and get away with it!" Hazel the witch protested.

"Let's get, boys." Rocky grunted, already pulling his pistol out.

"Come on, Porky, let us thank them for everything they've done to us!" Elmer joined the crowd, grabbing his shotgun.

"Yeah, if they didn't want retribution, they shouldn't have done it." Daffy nodded.

"But Daffy, wou-wou-wouldn't you have done something like this if you had-had-had had the chance?" Porky asked.

"Absolutely not!" Daffy crossed his arms.

"Be honest..."

Daffy frowned, looking away. "...Welll...It never occurred to me..."

"Which of you has ne-never thought of making the most popular to-toons pay for the insults, the ate-attention they stole you?" Porky addressed the mob. "Which of you can ho-honestly say they would have ne-never messed with magic to make things ri-ri-right for them?"

"Y'know...Porky's right." Bugs walked to his side. "All of us could have been in their place. Today we are up here, tomorrow—who knows!"

"So you're telling us to just forget these maggots after what they've done to us?" George the Cat complained.

Bugs turned his eyes to Beans and Buddy.

"Not forget, nor forgive. But just take a little while to think if they truly deserve to be beaten up to a pulp." He said.

One more toon approached Buddy and Beans. A reverent silence fell upon the toons. Bosko. After gazing at his failed successors, he rubbed his chin in silence, then addressed the crowd.

"Okay, folks, whatever you decide to do with them, they are still toons and this is where they belong. All of this happened because we were not able to take care of those who are less lucky, remember." He then approached the two toons to mutter. "I think this is the moment when you keep a low profile until things calm down..."

It seemed the ancient's intervention finally convinced the other toons. No one moved. Some started to leave, willing to forget about that nightmare as soon as possible. Someone approached to grab Buddy's arm. The boy let out a low exclamation, seeing Cookie, his Cookie, come to take him home. With a hug and muttered words of apology, Buddy broke the circle around him. Towser barked happily at him, swinging his tail.

Beans was alone, and Porky was sorry about it. He approached to offer him his hand, but before he did, he stood up and ran away, into the dark alleys of Toon Town, away from everyone's sight. Porky sighed.

"I wonder if we did the right thing..."

"You've always had a big heart. Maybe too big for a Looney." Bosko smiled, wrapping an arm around him.

"Come on, Babsy. Let's go home." Buster took Babs' hand and together they walked away.

"I need a shower after this..." Honey Bunny sighed, making her way home.

"Just in time for our shift, eh, Ralph?" Sam the Sheepdog walked away with Ralph Wolf by his side.

Sylvester sighed and was about to walk away too, when Granny stopped him.

"Where do you think you're going?"

Sylvester turned around, inquisitive. Granny was about to say something, but was interrupted by the Tazmanian Devil roaring at them. Oh, yes. That. They had to take care of that first thing...

"A lot of toons came after me. But, you know? I'm proud of you the most." Bosko whispered, and winked at Porky before walking away.

While the others went back to their usual business, Porky stayed there, pensive.

Back to the desert. It was much better that way. He was not made to live in a house—a cave, that was much better to him.

Back to the old drawing board, the plans, the ACME catalog...

By God, was he hungry...

Something almost ran over him, making him flip in the air and fall on his stomach. The Road Runner zoomed away, leaving him a storm of sand and dirt. When the mist disappeared, the bird was out of his reach, of course–but it hadn't fled.

There he saw it, standing on top of a hill, his silhouette on the moon. It was not such a big distance after all, because Coyote was sure that the foul was looking at him, and he could tell a bittersweet expression was on his face. Coyote didn't move, just gazed at him in silence. Then the Road Runner stuck out his tongue, making a loud sound, like "beep beep", and ran out of his sight, following the road that crossed the desert in half.

Encouraging him to follow him and try to catch him.

Coyote drew a smile. That was not a goodbye. They would meet again really soon, because his mind, now free from those worldly worries and feelings, was working again on a plan to catch it and eat it. Of course, he would see it again, and there was no reason to feel sad. Now things were was they were supposed to be.

It had been fun, though. Deep inside, Coyote had to admit—it had been nice to live a life in which the two of them had the chance to speak to each other and say all the things that had been kept unsaid...

Tweety hummed a song while swinging inside his golden cage. From there, he had a perfect view of the living room: Granny sleeping on an armchair and Sylvester lying on her lap, curled up against himself. He had the feeling that the distant sound he was perceiving was him, purring. He had thought the cat was sleeping until he stretched himself with a lazy groan.

"Putty tat." Tweety called him.

"Hm?"

"Will you miss how things worked before?"

"Nah." Sylvester scratched his back with a little smile. "Things were too complicated. This is not so bad."

"Oh, yes." Tweety looked at his cage with delight. "I wouldn't change this for anything. It was nice being bigger but only for a while."

"Home..."

"Yep…"

Tweety had been so distracted admiring his lovely home that he hadn't noticed Sylvester getting up and grabbing a chair to open the door.

"Oh, no!"

"Oh, yes!" Sylvester grinned, and introduced a hand inside the cage.

"Do that and you will sleep out in the rain." Granny said, not moving a single inch, not opening her eyes.

Her tone was so convincing even if it wasn't really menacing that Sylvester faked a smile and patted Tweety on the head.

At the door, the Tazmanian Devil shook the wooden box he was trapped in with the help of duck tape, nails and rope. They were eager to send it back to whatever jungle it came from in the next airmail, it was too loud.

"I cannot believe it! This is so charmant, no?"

"Le meow!"

All the kisses and hugs were pretty and nice...for a while. That is, until Penelope's nose started perceiving Pepé's smell again. And the way he smelled as a human was nothing compared to what he smelt like as a skunk.

He didn't want to let go. She liked him but he was too close. Oh, le gosh, that smell was abominable!

"We lost our memories, got different looks but our paths crossed! Oh, we were destined to be together! Isn't that wonderful?"

Foghorn looked at them and chuckled.

"It's so nice to see people love each other. Anyway, this' been, I say, this' been the trippiest experience I've ever had and we're gonna need some time to forget it. I'm leaving you, sweethearts." Pepé didn't listen to him, his whole world now was Penelope, and all he did was kiss and hug her and rub his cheek against hers. "No, no, don't speak. I must leave. We have gone through so much together and we'll never forget it, it's a bond, of course, but it's time to take different paths. And I have some unfinished business to attend, old friends to…Heheh…Visit."

"Ah, l'amour! Ah, pour tojours!" Pepé kept exclaiming, filling Penelope with kisses, not paying attention to him.

"Taylor Jones, huh?" Foghorn grabbed a plank and left the scene with a smile, to meet the barnyard dog...

She couldn't stand it! It was sickening! This simply couldn't work! She needed a clothespin, cologne, anything! Penelope fought with all her might and got to escape from his embrace and ran as fast as she could, to look for something to end with that abominable smell!

"Ah! How playful she is! She puts her spell on me, leaves me wanting for more and then runs away…" Pepé clicked his tongue seductively. "I love that...If she wants to play, we shall play."

He had given her enough advantage, so there he went, jumping on his four legs, with no hurry, because he was sure that she would end in his arms again pretty soon.

The forest, exactly as he remembered it…The hole which was the entrance to the rabbit's house, his hunting clothes, they were animals…Now everything was familiar and finally it felt right.

"And we're alive! Oh, thank goodness!" Daffy grabbed Bugs before he got into his hole. "You idiot! You could have got us killed with your blindness and stupidity!"

"But I didn't." Bugs replied. "I saved the day, didn't I?"

"You? Ha! It was me who helped you wake up!"

"I think it was...Elmer." Lola smirked, pointing at the hunter.

"Me?" He bashfully asked, pointing at himself.

"I'm mad at you. Why Elmer and not me?" Lola frowned at Bugs.

"That's eighty years of bickering and kissing and drag, my lovely, don't be mad." He smiled, embracing her. "All we can ask for now is that, from now on, Hazel keeps her spells and potions out of everyone's reach."

"Well, that was fun. And at least I got my memories before you." Daffy said to Bugs.

Bugs shrugged. "Yep, good for you."

"Yeah, everything's back to normal…" Elmer nodded slowly.

Silence.

"…And just in time for duck season!"

"Ah, that's perfect! We can just–" Daffy's smile faded when he felt the tip of Elmer's gun pressing against his temple. "What?! At this time of the year! Why you–! No! You're mistaken! It's rabbit season!"

"Absolutely not! Didn't you read the newspaper?" Bugs shook his head.

"Well no..." Elmer muttered.

"Wait a second." Bugs disappeared into his house, then emerged with a newspaper in hand, and a pencil in the other. "Here! It says it clearly!"

Written by hand, was the announcement. DUCK SEASON OPEN.

"You won't fall for that, will you?" Daffy confronted Bugs. "Shoot it, it's rabbit season!"

"Duck season!"

"Rabbit season!"

"Duck season!"

"Rabbit season!"

Lola shrugged and sighed.

"Yes. There's no place like home." She said with a tired voice, and opened Bugs' door to have some of his carrot pie. She deserved it after what she had been through. When she closed the door, she heard a bang but she didn't come out to see who had been shot. She had her own guess.

"Will you be-be-be-be alright?" Porky looked at the mouse with a worried expression.

"Sure I'll be!" Speedy replied. "I'll spend the rest of the night in the cantina celebrating we are back with my family and friends! Are you sure you don't want to come?"

Porky turned around to glance at Petunia, who was smiling from the sofa.

"Maybe another day, thank you."

"Whenever you want to, you are an amigo."

"Thanks…a-ami-mi-migo."

Speedy saluted him like a military and then, when he was about to leave, turned to Porky.

"And you? Will you be alright?"

"Yeah. I'd rather not think much about what's happened..."

"Sí, that will be the best. After all, we are Looney Tunes. We don't think much. Well, see you soon!"

He saluted again and, in a second, he had left.

Well, that mouse was really quick! Porky took a look outside, even though he couldn't see him, and finally closed the door. He smiled at Petunia as he came close to her. His sofa, his carpet, his painting hanging on the wall and her. Everything was back and perfect.

"Did you miss me, honey?" Petunia asked him, wrapping her arms around him.

"Of course I did. Now it f-feels complete." Porky kissed her lips and Petunia giggled.

"Uh, Pe-Petunia, darling, if you don't mind I gotta-go-gotta…"

"Of course, go ahead. I'll be right here."

Porky smiled, left Petunia on the sofa and approached you.

TH-TH-TH-THAT'S ALL FOLKS! (Oh, it feels so good to be back!)