Wile E. Coyote needed to keep his patience for the Road Runner to show up. Alas did that bird zip by, clearly not caring all that much for whatever would happen to him on this quite nice day for the summer sun was shining across the American west, the canyon being ripped to be run through. Wile pulled a string, only for the boulders placed around the road to come right after him. Wile dashed into his cavern home, managing to avoid being rolled over by the rocks, sulking back to his sofa and taking a look at all the plans he had marked on the wall through a projector.