One of the many benefits of the Max Mansion being located on the edge of town was that it reduced noise pollution. Specifically, the unwanted noise of Montana Max's world class tantrums. On this specific day, however, even that didn't do much to prevent the ear ringing produced by his rage.

"Stupid rabbits! Stupid history! STUPID ELMYRA!" The boy continued shouting in his room before slamming the door behind him. Today had been hands down the most humiliating, worst day of the young billionaire's life. It was worse than being booted as Tiny Toons star in place of those two meddling rabbits, getting rejected by Mitizi, or even being chased by a giant boulder. No, today had been a series of unfortunate events that kept culminating from bad to worse to complete and utter calamity. This morning, Monty had walked downstairs to greet his parents only to get trapped in some kind of intervention.

"Monty dear, you know how your father and I have had some free time on our hands due to the offices getting renovated?"

"Yeah?"

"Well, we finally got around to reading those parenting books that we got before you were born and what we discovered was shocking," she said while his father nodded in agreement.

"Don't be so hard on yourself," he shrugged. "I turned out okay."

"That's not the point, young man. We have been using money and toys to make up for the fact that we don't spend enough time with you and that's going to stop."

"What?"

"Starting today, we will start spending more time together as a family and we are cutting your allowance from $700,000 to $30 a week," she firmly said. "You will also only get this allowance when and if you do your chores." Monty stared at his parents in disbelief, waiting for them to burst out laughing and telling him they got him good. The longer the silence passed, however, he soon realized this was not a joke.

"Chores!? What am I going to do that the help doesn't already do," he all but bellowed.

"Don't raise your voice at your mother, young man," Mister Max barked. "If you ever want to see your allowance again, you will do whatever task we ask of you because we are the parents and you are the child, not the other way around." Needless to say, this news had left the already usually crabby teen fuming all the way to Acme Looniversity or Acme Loo to its students. When he arrived at school, he found that his troubles only continued. Along with cutting off his allowance, Mr. and Mrs. Max didn't have the cooks prepare him lunch. This left the young toon either being forced to buy lunch from the school cafeteria or going hungry. Naturally, the spoiled boy would rather starve than eat whatever sad excuse for slop was being served. This led to him being famished when he would later get an F on his Animation History 101 quiz, run the mile in gym, and get pied in the face by Buster Bunny as part of some bizarre group assignment. The cherry on top of the cake, however, had been Rabbit Tricks 101. Despite being a human, he along with everyone else was required to take the class as part of the core curriculum. Not to mention, the class was taught by none other than the menace Bugs Bunny himself. This made the teen loathe the class more than any other he had previously taken or would probably ever take. Today would have been equally as monotonous had it not been for her.

"Hey Monty Wonty," a sickly sweet voice called from behind the brunette's head. Elmyra Duff, school dunce and war criminal to animals everywhere. Although she looked like any other cute and bubbly little girl, she was notorious for accidentally killing or maiming her pets due to her stupidity despite her good intentions. This reputation made her a type of villain to her furry and feathery classmates as she saw them as merely 'bunny-wunnies' and 'pretty kitties.' When it came to him, however, she was another problem entirely. While her mentor and his, Elmer Fudd and Yosemite Sam respectively, were great friends, he couldn't stand her for the longest time. No matter how many times he called her a bug-faced dweeb or told her to get lost, she harbored nothing but maniacal affection for him. It wasn't until he made her cry at the school dance that he stopped calling her every mean name that came to mind. It also wasn't until she kissed him on their forced date that he realized he might like her back. That being said, he wouldn't be caught dead having a friendly conversation with her at school. "Hey Monty, I need to tell you something-"

"No."

"But Monty-"

"No," he bluntly replied.

"You haven't even heard what I have to say," she sadly said. Monty turned his head and saw her giving him a pout along with sad puppy eyes.

"Come on Monty," said another voice. The human toon craned his neck and saw his rabbit rival with a wide grin across his face. "You don't have to be so mean to your girlfriend." Monty felt his jaw slacken and his cheeks growing hot when he heard the word 'girlfriend' uttered. While it was bad enough that everyone at school saw them eating at Weenie Burger together, if they knew that they had kissed…

"Buzz off rabbit, this has nothing to do with you," the boy muttered through gritted teeth. "And you," he said, now facing the object of his annoyance. "I told you not to call me that at school!"

"Oh but Monty, it's the most cutesy-wootsy best name in the whole wide world for my sugar papa," she giggled. Muffled laughter could be heard around the pair as others began to notice the young lovers' quarrel.

"Hey Elmyra," whispered Fowlmouth, the school's walking bleep button. "I'll take ya out if Casanova here's too chicken," the rooster snickered. This comment earned the brazen bird a few oohs and chuckles, all while at the expense of the boy billionaire.

"No thank you pwetty chickie, I already have a boyfriend." Those few words finally drove Montana over the edge.

"I'm not your boyfriend!"

"Ahem, Mister Max," said an older voice. The boy felt a shiver run down his spine when he heard the man call his name from the front of the class.

"Do I need to remind you that you are in class, not a social event," the six foot tall gray rabbit sternly stated. At this point, the young teen could feel every pair of eyes in the room on him. "If you have something of the utmost importance to say to Elmyra, I suggest you hurry up and do it outside," he said before returning to the chalkboard. Despite the professor's best efforts, however, his lesson fell on deaf eyes as every tiny toon snickered, joked, oohed and aahed at the two humans. How the red-faced boy did not pass out from sheer embarrassment and shame is one that he was still asking himself from the confines of his room. He thinks a part of himself knew that if he did pass out, he would have been stuck there longer than he had to be. Therefore, when the bell rang, Monty bolted out of the classroom at breakneck speed. Unfortunately, before he made it past the school's front doors, he tripped over something.

"Ugh," he grunted, landing on his hands and knees. "Who is responsible!? I'll sue!" The abrasive youth stood up and wiped the dust off his one of a kind polar bear Gucci hide suit jacket before spotting the tripping hazard. Glancing over his shoulder, he spotted the pink round walkman with a pair of earplugs attached. "Just for that, I'm confiscating this," he announced to no one in particular. Grabbing the device, he stuffed it into his backpack and marched to his limo.