Review Responses
Nightlock117: Ugh. I know exactly what you mean. Those old-fashioned tank controls were a nightmare.
Eternal Drakness of Light: If that's how you see, so be it. But honestly, I'm more into the series for the songs than the story or characters.
RedFire905: Lol. Those are great casting ideas. Adrien would make an amazing Kevin McCallister.
ENDDRAGON369: I might write another Bioshock chapter after this one. But after that, I'll have to hold off until the RWBY cast gets to Argus viewings. And you're right about Jaune and Qrow making good choices for Logan. I'm not sure about Yu-Gi-Oh though. I was never a fan of that series.
Arashi78: Unfortunately, you're right. Teamwork is always limited in Resident Evil, but Nora didn't know that. Glad to hear your a fan of SD Perry's work. And I chose Cinder to play Wesker, because she became a monster to obtain power like he did. And I chose Qrow because he was the most convenient choice for me. As for Rebecca, wait and see who I choose.
Emerald-Stirling: Who knows? We might see him again. I only liked the first Resident Evil movie, but the rest weren't so good. I can't wait to get to the "Blake Sandwitch" part. And, finally, I'll think about your music video ideas.
chasereynolds1979: It's sir, lol. And I agree with you 100%. Unfortunately, I don't have the time necessary to work on Cinematic Multiverse anymore, although I do like Jumanji and your casting suggestions.
Pharamine: Hell yeah, there back. And thanks for pointing that out. I fixed it.
HunterPrimeAW5M3: Maybe. I'll have to watch the series first, though.
StrongGuy159: It's only gonna get scarier. As for this Dragon franchise, I'll have to look into it first. No promises.
Guest3: I'll look into it.
LoamyCoffee: I'm glad to hear you're a fan. You should try out the other games if you can.
Doc43Souls: Thanks for pointing out those flaws. I went back and fixed them. And thanks for wishing me luck.
protoomegavox: I don't think Ruby is a good fit for Ada Wong. Most likely, she'll play Claire if I ever adapt Resident Evil 2.
Eternal Drakness of Light: That sounds like a good idea. Thanks for the suggestion. I'll think about it.
StoutShako42Refined: Hell yeah! Lol. Anyway, I'll look into Metallica vs King Crimson. As for Scream, that's a VERY dark and terrifying viewing, but I like it. Good casting ideas too. Thank you.
mastergamer14: I'll look into it and see what I can do.
Delekmaster: Glad to hear your positive feedback. But it's more likely I'll just write the adaptations directly from the games.
Inspiration: Looney Tunes
Disclaimer: The following is a non-profit story for entertainment purposes only. "RWBY" is the property of director and animator Monty Oum (RIP) and production company Rooster Teeth, and this particular episode "Looney Tunes" is the property of director Chuck Jones (RIP), production Warner Bros. Cartoons and distributed by Warner Bros. Pictures.
"Well, that last viewing will probably give me nightmares tonight," Neptune said expectantly, a few people nodding.
"Me too. I just hope it'll be a while before we watch another 'Resident Evil'," Velvet said, needing a break from horror.
The viewing opened up to a familiar series of red rings against a black background. In the center was the viewing's title. The same jaunty music played concurrently.
"Duck Amuck"
"It's that same cartoon universe that Velvet was in!" Nora beamed with a little fist bump.
Ruby laughed with delight. "All right! I could use some comedy after that last viewing," she said with relief.
Velvet tilted her head slightly. "Duck Amuck? I wonder if we'll see someone as an anthropomorphic duck."
The cartoon faded in to medieval themed setting with a castle in the background.
Then a white feathered, anthropomorphic duck dressed as a musketeer and wielding a rapier jumped into frame. "Stand back, musketeers! They shall sample my blade!" he exclaimed in a familiar voice.
Weiss nearly did a spit-take of tea. "I-is that Whitley? As a duck?!"
"Yes. Your right sister," Winter confirmed, visibly surprised herself.
"Good prediction, Velvet," Sun remarked.
Whitley grunted and performed some sword thrusts that propelled him forward. But then the scenery mysteriously vanished behind him, leaving white blankness.
Whitley noticed the scenery was gone. "Musketeers? Hm? En garde? My blade?" he mumbled in confusion.
The audience looked just as confused at the vanished scenery.
Glynda blinked. "Hmm? What happened to the background?"
"Maybe the animator went off to lunch?" Yang joked, prompting a few laughs.
Whitley tip-toed offscreen then poked his head back in, minus his hat. "Hey, psst," he whispered, staring at the screen. "Whoever's in charge here? The scenery! Where's the scenery?"
Everyone was even more taken aback by the surreal theme where the character was self-aware about being a cartoon character.
"The scenery, where's the fourth wall?" Qrow chuckled.
"Thats interesting," Oobleck muttered with a sip of coffee.
Yang snorted lightly. "Did you hear that lisp?"
"Thats the second character with a speech impediment we've seen in this universe," Penny noted, remembering Cardins rhoticism in "Rabbit of Seville".
A paintbrush entered the frame and painted a farmyard landscape.
"Huh? That doesn't look right?" Blake noted the different scenery. "I thought Whitley was starring in a musketeer cartoon."
"I guess the animator changed his mind," Neptune assumed.
Whitley hopped back into frame. "Stand back, musketeers. They shall sample my...blade?" he said awkwardly, as he noticed the different scenery. "Mm? Okay, have it your way," he grumbled at the animator.
Port frowned. "I've got a feeling the animator is just messing with him."
"Either that, or he or she is very indecisive," Penny offered.
"Whatever the reason, the animator isn't very professional," Wess pouted.
Whitley walked offscreen and came back dressed as a farmer with a hoe slung over his shoulder.
Whitley Duck, he had a farm," he sang merrily as he trotted across the farmyard, which soon turned into an arctic landscape including an igloo. "And on this farm he had an igloo" Whitley sang on as he turned his head, noticing the incorrect scenery. "...oh" he trailed off before coming to a stop.
A chorus of soft laughter filled the theater.
"Yep, he's definitely messing with him," Qrow said with conviction.
Weiss sighed. "What kind of game is going on here?" she muttered.
Whitley leaned on his hoe and glared at the animator. "Would it be too much to ask if we could make up our minds? Hmm?" he asked irritably.
Again, Whitley walked offscreen and returned riding on skis dressed in a winter coat and hat.
"Dashing through the snow Ya ha ha ha ha ha" Whitley sang merrily as he propelled himself through the snowy field.
"Speech impediment aside, he has a good singing voice," Ruby complimented.
Weiss smirked. "Still not as good as me, though," she said proudly.
Suddenly, the scenery changed to a tropical "Through the fields we go Laughing all the way...Whitley slid to a stop on his skis as he spotted the scenery had changed again.
Whitley turned to glare at the animator and silently walked offscreen to change once. He then returned wearing a sarong and holding a ukelele.
Farewell to thee, farewell to thee. The wind will carry back our sad refra-a-in", Whitley sang a while strumming the ukelele.
Ren looked puzzled. "How does he keep changing outfits offscreen like that?"
Sun just shrugged. "Cartoon logic?"
"I like the music and scenery. It reminds me of Kuo Kuana," Blake said wistfully.
"One last embrace before we say" Whitley kept singing until he stumbled onto a blank background.
Weiss threw her hands up. "What's the problem now? Has the animator just run out of ideas?"
"If Qrow is correct, I have a feeling this cartoon is never going to take off properly," Ironwood guessed.
"Hmph," Whitley huffed, finally losing his patience. "Buster, it may come as a complete surprise to you to find that this is an animated cartoon. And that in animated cartoons, they have scenery."
"That's so weird how self-aware he is that he's a cartoon,"
"And he has a point, if the animator isn't going to take this seriously, then he shouldn't be in this business,"
The animator started to erase Whitley mid-speech. "And in all the years I've-" Whitley went silent as the animator finished erasing him.
A few gasped in worry for Whitley, thinking that being erased might be fatal to a cartoon [1]
"Hey. What are you doing to my brother?!" Weiss protested.
Despite being invisible, Whitley' irritated voice could still be heard. "All right, wise guy, where am I?"
Whitley was redrawn wearing a cowboy outfit and holding a guitar. He shrugged and decided to just go with it.
"Okay, a Western. As long as we get the ball rolling," Blake reasoned as she chowed on a tuna sandwich.
Yang held up a finger. "Just wait for it," she said, expecting the animator to pull another trick.
Whitley strummed the guitar. But no sound was heard. He held up a sign reading: "SOUND PLEASE!"
The sound of a record player starting up was heard, indicating that the sound was back. Whitley strummed the guitar again, but this time, it made the sound of a machine gun; the instrument even vibrated by the recoil, nearly knocking off his hat. Baffled, Whitley strummed the guitar again, and it emitted a car honking sound.
Nora, Ruby, and Yang all laughed at the animators' continued antics.
"The animator is messing with the sound now?" Pyrrha asked before eating a handful of popcorn.
"Well, whoever it is, they control everything," Oobleck reminded.
"So, Whitley is completely at their mercy," Ironwood concluded, having a feeling that the Schnee boy was in for a rough time.
Whitley glanced at the animator, scratched his chin, then raised the guitar and smashed it to pieces on the floor accompanied by the sounds of a bullet ricocheting and a donkey braying. Whitley gathered up the pieces and walked offscreen.
Whitley returned, clothed in a blue vest. Fed up with the animators' shenanigans, he opened his mouth to chew him/her out, but instead of words, the sound of a rooster crowing was heard instead.
The youngers all barked with laughter while the adults chuckled or smiled at Whitley's escalating predicament. Weiss just sighed and shook her head, but she couldn't hide an amused half-smile.
Flustered, Whitley covered his mouth in embarrassment. He tried to protest again, only for the sound of a Kookaburra's laugh to come out. He covered his mouth again, taking his hand away briefly to emit a kitten's soft meow.
Seething with rage, Whitley' irises turned red as he shot a death glare at the animator, and he threw a hissy fit, bouncing all over the screen. "And I've never been so humiliated in all my life!" he shouted, then, upon realizing his voice was back, the redness in his eyes cleared as he calmed down.
Snickers and chuckling echoed from the audience, loving this cartoon even more than the previous "Rabbit of Seville".
"He's playing right into the animators' hands," Oobleck noted with a sip of coffee.
"You're right old friend. He or she knows just what buttons to press," Port added in agreement.
The unamused Whitley stared daggers at the animator. "Look, Mac, just what's going on around here? Let's get organized. Hmm? How about some scenery?" he demanded, gesturing behind him.
Whitley walked offscreen and the animator quickly drew a tacky blank cityscape in pencil.
"That's it? It looks amateurish to me," Weiss commented negatively.
Winter nodded. "I agree. There isn't even any color."
Whitley returned, putting his hands on his hips. "That's dandy. Ho, ho. That's rich, I'll say," he sarcastically commented on the scenery. "Now, how about some color, stupid?!" The animator quickly painted Whitley with a garish combination of colors. "Hey!" he protested.
Whitley looked at himself. "NOT ME, YOU SLOP ARTIST!" he chided, hopping up and down.
Almost everyone howled with laughter, especially at Whitleys hissy fit while Winter groaned and put a hand over her eyes.
Qrow caught his breath. "Well, you and Whitley did ask for color," he reminded the specialist.
"Did you hear how high his voice was?" Velvet laughed.
"I know. He's so funny when he's mad," Jaune wheezed as he tried to catch his breath from laughing.
The animator erased Whitley' entire body, leaving only his eyes and beak.
"Well, where's the rest of me?" Whitley asked impatiently.
The animator redrew Whitley as a bizarre, four-legged animal with flower petals around his head, a blue body with green spots, and a tail with a flag that had a screw and a baseball on it.
"It isn't as though I haven't lived up to my contract, goodness knows," Whitley defended himself, oblivious to what the animator had done. "And goodness knows, it isn't as though I haven't kept myself trim. Goodness knows, I've done that."
For a few seconds everyone just stared dumbstruck at the creature Whitley was redrawn as before bursting out laughing again.
"What the hell is that?!" Qrow barked with laughter.
"I get it. Screw ball!" Neptune interpreted the flag.
Yang held her sides. "Whoever is doing this, I love their sense of humor."
"Just wait until he sees what he looks like," Nora said with a big grin.
Whitley walked across the screen on all fours. "That's strange. All of a sudden, I don't quite feel like myself," he said as the animator drew a mirror in front of him. "Oh, I feel all right. And yet, I-I, uh..." he looked at himself in the mirror and shrieked. "EEEEK!"
Whitley stood up, hands on his hips. "YOU KNOW BETTER THAN THAT!" he harshly scolded the animator.
There was another, softer chorus of laughter.
"He probably does, but you can bet he's gonna keep messing with you, little brother," Weiss remarked, understanding that Oobleck was right.
The animator erased Whitley entirely. "Well?"
Whitley was redrawn wearing a sailor outfit.
"Hmm. Sea picture, eh? I always wanted to do a sea epic," he said, sounding delighted. "Now, Mr. Rembrandt, if you'll kindly oblige with a little appropriate scenery."
"You think the animator is finally going to take this seriously?" Velvet questioned.
"I wouldn't bank on it, bun bun," Coco said doubtfully.
The animator painted an ocean around Whitley with a volcanic island in the background.
Over the sea, let's go, men" Whitley jauntily sang a navy song. "We're shovin' right off, we're shovin' right off" then he realized he was hovering over water."…Again?"
With a splash, Whitley fell into the water.
Winter rolled her eyes. "Of course," she muttered.
Neptune stared wide-eyed at the screen and shuddered in fear as his aquaphobia kicked in while Sun put a hand on his shoulder to calm him down.
Whitley swam over to the island and waved at the screen. "Hey, come here! Come here! Give me a close-up. A close-up," he called, his voice feint but audible.
The screen contracted around Whitley without zooming in, leaving only a small section of scenery.
"This is a close-up?" Whitley questioned, perplexed.
Ruby, Jaune, Nora, and Yang all snickered at the animators clever and seemingly endless ways to screw with Whitley.
Whitley threw another fit. "A CLOSE-UP, YOU JERK! A CLOSE-UP!" he screamed.
The camera swiftly zoomed right up to Whitley' angry, bloodshot eyes.
"Whoa!" Neptune yelped in surprise.
"Jeez. Not that close," Jaune said.
"Man, Whitley and the animator really can't see eye to eye here," Yang giggled, prompting frustrated groans all around.
"Thanks for the sour persimmons, cousin," Whitley said sarcastically as he walked away. "Now look, buster, let's have an understanding," he tried to reason with the animator.
A black curtain fell onto Whitley' head with a thud.
"What is that?" Nora pointed at the screen.
"It looks like a curtain to me," Ren identified the object.
"Now what?!" Whitley asked in annoyance while the animator drew a stick for her to hold the curtain up. "Brother, what a way to run a railroad. Now, as I was saying-"
But the stick broke under the curtains' weight, sending it falling onto Whitley. He grunted and strained to hold the curtain up, but it just kept falling until he was squished prone to the ground. Whitley suddenly rose up screaming and ripped the curtain to shreds until the screen was clear, bits of torn curtain hanging from the ceiling. Whitley stood there, exhausted and at his wits end.
The audience's amusement reached a peak as all the students and a few of the teachers exploded with laughter. Yang and Nora barely kept from falling out of their seats. Even Ozpin, Glynda, and Ironwood laughed heartily. [2]
"I think he's reached his breaking point," Jaune said as soon as he caught his breath.
Pyrrha wiped a tear from her eye. "Who can blame him?"
"All right, let's get this picture started!" Whitley panted, ripping another shred of curtain from the ceiling.
The scene irised out and white letters spelling "THE END" appeared.
Whitley pushed the card offscreen. "NO! NO!" he shrieked.
Coco leaned her head back with laughter. "You're right, Velvet. He almost sounds like a girl when he screams."
"Honestly, at this point, I think it would be best to end this," Weiss suggested, knowing the animator had no intention of actually creating a proper cartoon.[3]
Yang gave Weiss a look. "Are you kidding? This is comedy gold!" she praised.
"Listen, pal, let's discuss this thing sanely, huh?" Whitley asked, putting his hands on his hips as he made a proposition. "Look, I tell you what. You go your way and I'll go mine. Live and let live, right?" with that, she clasped her hands together. "Right. Ladies and gentlemen, there will be no further delays. So, I shall attempt to entertain you in my own inimitable fashion."
"Good luck with that, kid," Qrow said as he ordered a glass of whiskey.
Whitley began to perform a tap dance routine. But then, the footage moved like an old-fashioned motion picture film reel and stopped misaligned with two Whitley's onscreen, one on top, one on the bottom.
"Now what?!" the bottom Whitley asked in exasperation.
"Good question," Ruby giggled a little. "Is the animator pulling another stunt?"
"No," Penny shook her head. "This looks like a genuine film error to me."
"Poor Whitley just can't catch a break," Coco said sympathetically.
Top Whitley looked down at bottom Whitley. "What are you doing down there?"
"Down here?" lower Whitley asked, outraged. "What are you doing up there?!" he retorted, before glancing at the audience and jerking a thumb upwards. "Down here…"
Sun did a double take. "What the? Theres two of them now?"
"This just keeps getting weirder and weirder," Neptune chuckled before ordering a slice of pizza.
Top Whitley reached down, grabbed lower Whitley by the neck, and pulled him up to the upper half while the film reel re-adjusted itself.
Whitley smacked other Whitley's hand away. "Listen, bud, if you wasn't me, I'd smack you right in the puss!" he threatened, jabbing his fists
"Don't let that bother ya, jack!" other-Whitley dared.
Whitley cocked and spun his fist with his eyes closed. "Okay, buddy, you asked for it!"
Just as Whitley swung his fist, the animator erased other-Whitley and the former spun around in place. Next, an old-fashioned airplane was painted over Whitley, who was now dressed as a pilot.
"Oh, brother, I'm a buzz-boy," Whitley remarked as he took off flying.
"He doesn't sound that excited for this one," Oobleck pointed out.
"Probably because he knows at this point, he just can't win with the animator," Ironwood said.
"So how is he supposed to get out of this mess?" Glynda questioned.
The animator then painted a mountain that Whitley crashed into offscreen, leaving nothing but the cockpit soaring through the air.
Whitley noticed his peril. "Uh-oh. Time to hit the old silk," he donned a parachute and bailed out. "Geronimo!"
Deploying his parachute, Whitley descended down. But then the animator erased the parachute and replaced it with an anvil, sending his plummeting to the ground with a crash.
Down below, a dazed Whitley stood atop a crooked, red walkway, banging on the anvil with a hammer. "Under a spreading chestnut tree, the village smithy stands," he sang in a slurred voice.
As he sang, the animator erased the anvil and painted an artillery shell pointing upwards in its place.
The oblivious Whitley kept hitting the shell. "The smith, a mighty man is he, with strong and sinewy..."
A few people gasped or gaped in alarm, knowing Whitley was in for serious pain.
"Now that's just mean-spirited," Pyrrha scolded the animator.
"Oh, this one's gonna end badly," Velvet groaned, her ears drooping a little.
Weiss reached toward the screen. "Whitley, stop hitting the-" she cried.
Then, after one more hit…Ka-boom!The shell exploded.
"Hands..." an ash covered Whitley weakly finished the last lyric.
"Ooooh," several people winced or flinched at the explosion.
Weiss sighed, lowering her hand. "…shell," she finished.
"Well…he is cartoon character, so it's not like any real harm was done," Penny said logically.
"And I'm still having a blast watching this," Yang joked again.
Blake pinched the bridge of her nose. "Stop it, already," she grumbled.
"Never!" Yang crossed her arms defiantly.
Finally, Whitley could stand no more as he shook off the soot. "All right. Enough is enough! This is the final, the very, very last straw!" he ranted, stomping his foot. "Who is responsible for this?!"
"That's what I'd like to know. Who has it out for Whitley in this universe?" Weiss questioned with her hands spread out.
"I demand that you show yourself!" Whitley continued to vent his rage, while the animator painted an open doorway around him. "Who are you?! Huh?!"
The animator shut the door with his pencil, silencing Whitley. The camera then zoomed out to reveal the mischievous animator seated at a drawing table.
Velvet giggledand glanced at the audience. "Ain't I a stinker?" she smirked.
"Velvet?!" several people exclaimed in surprise.
"Huh. I wasn't expecting that," Jaune muttered, scratching his head.
"You sure are a stinker, bun bun. You sure are," Coco mock-scolded her partner.
Velvet scratched the back of her head. "Sorry for being so mean to your brother, Weiss."
"Don't worry about it," Weiss waved it off, remembering it was a different reality.
The scene returned to the ring screen as the viewing's ending phrase was quickly written in white scripture across the screen.
"That's All Folks!"
The audience clapped or bobbed their heads to the catchy theme music.
"That was even funnier than the first one," Nora commented positively.
"And it was a welcome change of pace from the last viewing," Pyrrha added.
"So, what's next, Gold-Sith?" Port asked with his hands eagerly clasped together.
"A continuation of one of the first ten viewings I showed you," Gold-Sith answered.
Author's Closing Note: Duck Amuck is my all-time favorite Looney Tunes cartoon. Originally, I planned to star Whitley as Daffy, but I felt it would be too mean spirited and humiliating for her to sit through it, so I cast Whitley instead. It's possible I'll write another one in the future. Anyway, the next chapter will be a big one and could take a while, but it'll be worth the wait.
Author's Footnotes
[1]-Fortunately, the audience is mistaken here. It's in "Who Framed Roger Rabbit" Gold-Sith shows the only way to kill a cartoon...
[2]- I shared the audiences reaction when I first saw this long ago as a kid, lol.
[3]-Weiss was right on the money here. In "Rabbit Rampage" released in 1955, Bugs Bunny was smart enough to escape the animators' torment by pulling down a "The End" screen.
Cast of Characters
Whitley Schnee as Daffy Duck
Velvet Scarlatina as Bugs Bunny