Hey, Roxy Goth here. This takes place in about 1959, and is the fanfiction of a head canon of mine. How Sylvester and Tweety finally buried the hatchet and started to become friends.
I do not own Looney Tunes in any way shape or form.
Tweety really didn't know how he ended up in these situations. All he'd wanted to do was go to Downtown Toontown to do some shopping. Now he was being eyed up as some hungry cats dinner.
"Ooh, dere's a bad ol' puddy cat watchin' me." Tweety said, mainly out of habit.
The sales-girl looked concerned. "Do you want me to get security?" She indicated the tough-looking rat in the corner, who was smoking a cigarette.
Tweety smiled and shook his head. "I'ww be awwight." Heading out, it was no surprise to the young canary to be grabbed by a cat. Not in the mood to be jerked about, Tweety bit the cats thumb hard enough to draw ink and started to fly off while the cat was jumping about like he was on fire. The bird did a double-take when he recognised the young cat. "Juniow?"
Sylvester's son- the spitting image of his father - glared and sucked his thumb. "Who wants to know?" His eyes went wide when he recognised the bird. "Tweety? Oh, Tweety!" He grabbed the bird and hugged him tightly, while Tweety gasped for air. "I'm lost! And so hungry." The young cat said, pitifully.
Tweety rolled his eyes. "Yes, weww. You'we not eating me. What awe you even doing hewe? Whewe's youw fathew?" He looked around, aware that this might be a trick, but the lack of father-cat and the despairing look in Junior's eyes made him think this might not be the case.
With that the younger cat launched into his story. It seemed he'd been dragged against his will to a clothes shop to get a suit for the premier of 'Goldimouse And The Three Cats.' While there he and Sylvester Sr had had an argument, which had escalated quickly and Junior decided to make his father suffer by running away. He was intending to go back home, but instead of saying 'Uptown Toontown' to the bus driver he'd said 'Downtown Toontown' and here he was.
He'd been to afraid of the 'mean-looking' bus driver to ask for a ride back [and he didn't have the money anyway.] so figured he'd hang out Downtown until either his father turned up or he found some money. One of the two. Three hours later and he was hungry. Cue the situation...
"I see." Tweety said. "Weww, in that case we better get you home. Fowwow me." So led to the slightly strange sight of a bird leading a cat by the hand onto a bus and basically guarding him on the journey home. Tweety distracted Junior by playing I-Spy with him as well as quizzing him on all the times he'd outwitting his father. That was quite a long game that kept them entertained until the bus drove into Uptown Toontown's station.
Tweety caught sight of a familiar-looking set of pussycats outside the window and grinned. "Eh...Junior. I tawt I saw some puddycats..." At the bus station was a anxious-looking Sylvester who was pacing up and down, while his wife stood next to him, foot tapping and steam gently coming out her ears.
Junior lit up. "Father! Mother!" He didn't even wait for the bus to stop properly, teleporting himself outside and into their arms.
Tweety flew over and hovered next to the family. Eventually he was noticed by Sly, who glared at him. "What are you doing here, pipsqueak?"
"Father, Tweety saved me." Junior said, indignantly.
Both Sly and Sylvia looked alarmed, and Tweety quickly explained what had happened.
"Well." Sylvia said, warmly. "Thank you! You must come to dinner one night."
Tweety must have looked cautious, because Sylvia quickly added. "As a guest, not dinner."
The bird nodded. "Yes...that would be...nice." He smiled. Sylvia smiled back and took Junior by the hand leading him away.
Sly looked fondly after them, then turned back to Tweety. "Hey...listhen. Thanksth. For looking after him. Eh..." The older cat stuck his hand out.
Tweety laughed at the formality of it, but shook his hand anyway.