Once again, it was lunchtime at Acme Loo and Plucky was partaking in his favorite pastime: gossip. Well, second favorite if bragging about oneself counted as a pastime.

"I'm telling you guys, something's off with Monty," Plucky remarked as he lazily dragged his fork through Mystery Meatloaf. The only mystery being how anyone could stomach the stuff.

"In my opinion, something's always been off with that spoiled brat," Buster laughed.

The green duck rolled his eyes as the rabbit continued to laugh at his observation. "Ha ha, very funny."

"Mmm, I don't know Buster. I think Plucky has a point for once," said Babs. "I mean, have ya seen Monty the past two weeks?"

Buster screwed his face in concentration as the memories of the past two weeks began playing in his head similar to a movie projector. In his mind's eye, he saw a normally conservatively well-dressed Monty now wearing flashy suits. Every day, he had some new expense or experience to brag about, instead of every once in a while. The biggest change of all, however, had to do with his entourage of attractive models, athletes, and other well-known influencers.

"Hmm," Buster hummed in concentration, "Beats me."

"Ugh!" The duck and pink hare groaned as Buster continued happily munching his lunch.

Babs decided to write off the incident before proceeding to eat her lunch as well while Plucky stared off into space. To the water fowl's surprise, however, he saw Acme Loo's notorious germaphobe, Hampton J. Pig, digging through the cafeteria trash. Looking at him, he saw an anxious, but desperate look scrawled all over the poor swine's face. At that moment, Plucky could do nothing but sigh at the continued unexplained strange events.

"Another day, another dollar," he sarcastically remarked.

"Ha! You're tellin' me."

The trio turned their attention towards the speaker only to find Monty and his posse surrounding the animal toons. Monty lifted his shades so he could better see his classmates' faces when they saw his latest outfit.

"What d'you want bub?" Babs coldly replied.

"Want from you? Heh! That's a barrel of laughs!" The boy began to cackle only to be joined by the collective laughter of his "friends."

"At least I don't have to pay people to hang out with me like you do," said Buster. Immediately, the boy stopped laughing only to notice a small smile forming on his rival's lips. With a smile, the rabbit did not attempt to hide.

"Whatever, I don't have to take this. I'm rich. Come on guys," Monty huffed out in defiance. The billionaire proceeded to leave the lunch room with his team following behind him.

"Don't worry about him, Monty. He's just a loser," said a raven-haired woman with comically large lips.

"Yeah, what does that loser know?" A large muscle-bound man snickered in agreement.

"Exactly," Monty laughed along with the group.

Ah, it's great to finally be recognized for my genius. It only took my parents giving me a little bit more money. Ah, nothing could ruin this-

"Look at the pwetty kitty and birdy," said a familiar cheerful voice. The boy froze in his tracks when he heard that voice accompanied by the clicking of Mary Jane against tile floors.

"What is it, boss?" Svetlana or Ivanka or whatever her name is said.

"It's-It's-"

Before he could get the words out, however, a skipping redhead came out from around the corner with a defeated Furball in one hand and a struggling Sweetie bird in the other.

"Let go of me you twit!" Sweetie yelled.

"Meow meow meow [Just accept it]" said Furrball.

"I have my kitty and now a birdy. I'm gonna take you home and love you and feed you forever and ever," said a completely absorbed Elmyra. "We're gonna be best friends and play and have tea parties and– MONTY!"

In an instant, the girl dropped both animals from her death-like grip. Within seconds of hitting the ground, the duo ran faster than they ever had before considering their literal freedom depended on it. Thus, this left only the girl, Monty, and–.

"ELMYRA!"

Everyone in the group minus Monty exclaimed before proceeding to scatter except him. No matter how much they were getting paid, they wouldn't be caught dead within ten feet of the toon menace.

"Crap, crap, crap," he muttered to himself. The girl had already seen him and he couldn't run back to class or the lunchroom. He was trapped and he knew it. The brunette's eyes darted around the hall in vain trying to find an escape when he saw a sign.

"Baby waby, wait! I have to tell you something!" The girl's pleas, however, fell on deaf ears as the boy bolted into the boys' restroom and locked the door behind him.

"Whew, that was a close one," he sighed. Taking a few seconds to get his wits about him, he took note of his surroundings. To his relief, no one else was in there with him.

"Crap, what am I going to do!?" The boy billionaire paced the floor back and forth. The bathroom had no windows to climb out of and even if they did he was on the third floor. He would either have to wait until Elmyra left or take his chances with her outside. In other words, he was staying in the bathroom. This wouldn't be happening right now if I was in class," he groaned. "What should I d–Wait a minute!" Monty reached into his bag and pulled out the pink electronic.

"This better work," he grumbled before pressing the play button. Similar to the last time, the toon was flung into a nearby stall while Shirley slowly emerged from her hidden domain.

"Like, gag me with a spoon. Why are you covered in toilet water," she scoffed. Montana glared at the loon whilst toilet water dripped down his face from his soaking wet hair.

"Are you gonna keep talkin' or are you gonna grant me my second wish?"

"Yeah sure whatever, what d'ya want?"

"I want Elmyra Duff to leave me alone," said Monty. The loon opened her bill to say something before being interrupted by the rich brat.

"I'm not asking you to kill her, just keep her as far away from me as possible so I don't have to deal with her."

"I can like, totally do that for you. I just don't think that's what you want, though. I can read minds and I see–"

"Just do it already!"

"Fine, whatever. It's like your stupid wish 'kay."

The loon rolled her eyes before extending her right hand and snapping her fingers. Just as she had last time, the moment the psychic genie snapped her fingers, she was gone.

"Hmmm, I wonder if it worked?"

Slowly, the boy stuffed the walkman back into his backpack before cracking open the bathroom door. The boy clenched his eyes shut, fully expecting to be bear-tackled or thrown into the air like a stuffed animal. Upon opening the door, however, the human toon was met only by a blue shoebox. The box's owner, meanwhile, had long since vanished without a trace.