Wile E. Coyote was reviewing various plans he did on regards to getting the Road Runner, shaking his head in disapproval as he could not pinpoint just what it as that he was doing wrong. How was it that he wasn't getting the results that he desired? It perplexed him quite reguarly.
"I just don't understand it." Wile said to himself as the coyote was passing across the vast canyon, making a ditch within the sand. "How is it that even with all my wits, that blasted bird is able to escape me every time? It seems regardless of what I might do I end up always having to start from square 1; am I destined to just be doing this same song and dance for years to come...?"
It was then that Wile suddenly jumped into the air upon hearing the infamous 'beep meep' of the Roadrunner, who zipped right by him as he kept going on his way out on the canyon road. Wile slammed down hard on his stomach, groaning in pain as he proceeded to think with one of his hands resting on his face, thinking if he would eventually get 1 win to his name over that feathered freak.
Alas did this coyote need to do some thinking since it was clear that a set of simple traps weren't going to catch this bird. Just what was ol' Wile to do in this predicament?
The same thing he does every day: not give up and try his best to catch the bird regardless of what may happen, so with that in mind Wile Coyote headed back to his cavern home to see what other plans he could cook up since he was not the kind to let his mind go to waste even if an attempt went wayside.