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Episode 1:


So, here we are...a random house in the suburbs! Alright, I bet you’re wondering what we're doing here? Well, you may not know it, but there’s a certain famous blue haired person here…


“Who me?”


No...not you 2d. A certain blue haired animal.


“C is for-”


No! Oh for pete sakes. The answer is furball. Who you ask? Well, you know...the blue haired cat in the show that always had bad luck for some reason. Yes, he’s here...he’s...where the heck is he?


Excuse me...as I, the narrator of this story describe to what’s going on as I search for our blue haired main character. I will give his new owner credit though, he does have quite a nice home. Purple curtains, a big tv, some couches. Though no cat…


Strange...I could have sworn this was the right address. So now I’m taking out my address book here to see if I am at the right place.


“Hey buddy…” said a red bird with a bowtie on, in a bird cage of course.


“You looking for Furball?”


Why yes I am, I said to...uh…


“Names Gizmo.”


Uh...right, Gizmo the bird told me.


“He right over by the fireplace sleeping in his bed.”


Thanks. And now as I walk over I see indeed that is where our main character is. There he was, snuggled up in his bed. If my notes are correct this was the little guy’s new home, after living years and years on the streets of Acme acres.


His days on the streets weren’t anything special, just walking around looking for food, avoiding dogs, and Elmaria (who’s getting into this story over my dead body…), and well, doing what even cartoon cats know what to do best...sleep!


Just then his owner came in, carrying a bunch of fishing equipment. His owner wore a fishing hat and khaki shorts, getting ready to head out to the ocean to catch some fish.


“Furball, I’m going out fishing, I should be back by the end of the night. I expect Gizmo here to be safe and sound when I come back!” the owner said sternly, waking up Furball in the process, still sleepy from his nap.




“Furball nodded his head.


“Good...also...WHO THE HECK ARE YOU!” his owner said to me.


Well sir, you see I am the narr-


“Get out!”


And so the owner picked me up by the collar and tossed me out-




The narrator dusting himself off a bit


Fine, be that way, I’ll just narrate form out here. And so jerky mcjerk pants got in his car with his boat right behind it and drove off. Not gonna lie, I hope he gets a ticket…


Back at the house, Furball had fallen back to sleep peacefully. While he was, the bird took a long look at the cat.


“Should I...or should I go to sleep?”


The bird looked once more to see that Furball was asleep, rolling over on his side , facing the other way from him.


“Alright, here goes nothing…”


So Gizmo closed his eyes and fell asleep. Little did he know as soon as he did, Furball woke up and looked over his shoulder. Once he saw the bird was asleep, he slowly walked over to the cage.

The bird was still asleep, even with Furball jumping on the cage and using his claw to open it up. Just as he opened his mouth, the bird opened it’s eyes.


“Oh...we’re gonna do this now are we?”


The bird grabbed a stick of dynamite from his pocket and put it down furballs throat. The cat fell down the cage, licking it’s lips and rubbing his stomach.


“Hey buddy…” Gizmo said from up in the cage.


“That wasn’t me you ate…”


Furball cocked his head in confusion before he exploded right there and then, leaving a nasty mark on the carpet.


“Eh...any owner who trust their cat at home alone with a bird deserves it.” Gizmo said, shrugging the incident off.




Gizmo was once again asleep. Furball looked up at the bird cage, with the bird once again asleep. He quickly climbed up once more and opened the door to reach his hand in. Once in, he felt around for the bird, only to get a pain in his hand.


Letting out a cry of pain the cat once again fell down from the cage. Looking at his hand he found a mouse trap on it.


“Who said mouse traps were just good for mouses.” Gizmo laughed. Furball got the mouse trap off of his hand and quickly leaped up into the air. Gizmo moved right out of the way however, leaving Furball going right into the cage.


Once in Gizmo closed the door, trapping him inside.


“Not so fun being trapped in a cage now is it?”


The bird flew away towards a window, leaving a crammed furball trapped inside his cage.


“Now this is the life…” the bird said flying around the room.


“All this space and you stupid humans wonder why we complain about being trapped in the tiny cages you put us in!” he said, soaring through the living room and kitchen. As he landed on the kitchen window, he saw a big grey dog walking outside.


“Oh look, a big grey dog walking outside…sure would suck if someone decided to lie to the dog about something…”


With an evil grin, the bird called over the grey dog.


“Hey pal.” Gizmo said, getting the dog’s attention.


“There’s a blue cat in here who’s talking badly about dogs.”


“Oh he is, is he?” the dog said, climbing thru the window. Furball was about to go after the bird before he ran right into the dog, going coming face to face with him.


“So you like talking badly about dogs do you?”


Furball shook his head no, but the dog wasn’t having it. The dog started barking loudly and chasing after Furball, who ran away from him as fast as he could. As the dog chased Furball around, things in the living room got knocked down and broken.


Gizmo sat back and watched, chowing down on bird seeds as he watched Furball and the dog knock everything down.


“This is so better than anything on Cartoon Network right now.” Gizmo said.


As the two continued to run around the room, the owner of the house pulled up. He got out of his car looking a bit battered and bruised.


“Stupid fish and lake creatures…I just wanted to fish!” The owner said grumpily. “Oh well, at least I can come home to a house that’s all in-“


As the owner opened the door, he saw the mess that lay in front of him. Furniture turned upside down, fine plates being broken, and carpet torn up.


“WHO’S RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS!!!” The owner shouted at the top of his lungs, catching attention of Furball and the dog. Both the dog and Gizmo pointed at Furball. Furball smiled nervously, but before he knew it, he was booted out of the house.


“AND STAY OUT!” the owner said.




The owner looked to see that there was a group of angry animal right protesters on his lawn.


“Did you just kick that cat?”


“What? Who me? I would never-“ the owner took off running down the street.


“YOU’LL NEVER TELL MY BOSSES ABOUT THIS TO GET ME FIRED ALIVE!” he said before getting hit by a bus.


“I’m ok!” he said, as the bus drove off into the distance. And so, now with no home, Furball continued to walk back to his old stomping ground, his card board box…


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Furball’s home sat on the street of Acme Acers. Furball went in and smiled as he was greeted by his old home. Sure it was a card board box, but that’s all a cat really needed, especially when he would keep running into some not-so-good pet owners.


Furball yawned and curled up into a ball, falling asleep quiet quickly.




Furball woke up quickly, his fur standing up.


“Come out of the cardboard box…”


Furball stepped out of the cardboard box. Outside of his box was red and blue lights. Standing before him was Buster and Babs bunny (no relation). The two wore police uniforms.


“You Furball the cat?’ Babs asked. Furball nodded his head yes.


“You’re under arrest for 5 counts of assaulting and trying to eat birds.”


Furball was shocked. He tried to make a run for it but before he could Babs grabbed him by the tail and brought him back.


“Don’t try to beat the law Furball, you won’t win.” Babs said, putting Furball’s hands behind his back and cuffing him.


“Trust us, we’ve tried…” Buster added.


Babs put Furball in the back of the car, buckling him in tightly.


“Safety first, even if you are a criminal.”


Furball tried to escape, but his arms where trapped in the buckle.


“Now for a smooth ride over to the police station…” Buster said.


Buster stepped on the pedal and caused the car to go up in the air. Furball got pushed back into the seat as Buster drove quickly and recklessly to the police station.

“And they say that you need a license to drive a car.” Buster remarked.


Buster made a few sharp turns, drove upside down, and off a bridge before landing in the waiting room of the police station.


Buster pulled out a pocket watch and looked at it carefully.


“Perfect timing!” he remarked.


Meanwhile in the backseat, Furball’s hair stood up as he was scared and shaking from the car ride from…well you know the place down there. Babs opened the back door and unbuckled Furball, grabbing him and pulling him out of the car before walking him to his cell.


“You’ll be staying here with spike.” Babs said, putting him into the cell with Spike…yes the one from Tom and Jerry who else did you think it would be?


Spike sat on the bench looking down at the ground.


“Hey pal, what you in for?”


Furball shrugged his shoulders.


“Well, I’m in here for Assaulting Tom…yes the one you’re thinking of who else would it be?”




Babs opened the cell and grabbed Furball, walking him to the court room.


“You ready for your trial?”


Furball shook his head no, frighten and tried to pull away from Babs.


“Don’t worry; I’m sure you’ll do fine. You’re just going to potentially get sentence to a scary place called jail for a long time if you’re found guilty.”


Furball entered the court room, a bunch of toons were in the audience, and the jury…all birds. The judge, an eagle wearing a white powdered wig sat tall at his seat.


“Furball the cat, are you ready?” the judge said.


Furball shook his head.


“Well too bad…I got nothing better to do today and I need to get paid, so let us begin.”


“The court now calls Berry the bird up to the stand.”


A small blue bird wearing a neck brace flew up to the stand.


“Berry, were you attacked by that blue cat over there?” the judge asked.


“O-o-oh yes you’re honor…I was attacked by t-t-th-th-that thing!” the bird said, stuttering and pointing to Furball.


“So what happened?”


“Your honor, I’d rather not talk about it…just know that it was…horrible.”


“Well that seems like enough evidence for me, you can now go.”


The bird flew off, sticking his tongue out at Furball. Before the next witness was called up Furball tried to escape, but Babs placed him right back in the seat, even chaining him up to it.


“The court would like to call up Tweety to the stand.”


The yellow small bird Tweety flew up to the stand.


“Alright you bad pu-hey…you’re not Sylvester!”


“Oh I’m sorry; I meant Sweetie, please come up to the stand.”


“Getting me, me of all people mixed up with some other bird! Why I outta-“ Tweety said grumbling to himself as he flew off the stand.


Sweetie then flew to the stand.


“Sweetie, have you been attacked by Furball?”


“Oh yes! Yes your honor! I would just spend my days in my whittle cage swinging back and forth, singing to myself, when all of the sudden I would see him, climb up to the cage and try to eat me! I was so horrified, I was so scared! I’m still traumatized from it to this day!”


Sweetie then went up to the judge stand and begged.


“Please, please, please, send that bad kitty to the jail! Lock him up! Lock him up!”


“Alright, alright settle down…” the judge said. Sweetie flew off still shaking.


Furball tried once more to escape the chair but it was no use.


“Furball the cat!” the judge said.


“What do you have to say for yourself?”


“Don’t worry I got you…” Babs said. Babs changed into a lawyer outfit quickly and headed up to the judge.


“Your honor, my client is not guilty. Yes he is a cat, but he is just an alley cat, a poor innocent alley cat who has bad luck like what our intro says before a safe drops on him to hammer in the point.”


“And a good hammered in point it was indeed…”


“Please, see it in your heart to forgive Furball, he’s just a cat.”


Babs pointed back to Furball, who had a halo over his head smiling at the judge.


“Yes, but I’m afraid that just because it’s a part of his nature, doesn’t mean it’s right.”


Furball’s halo broke off as he couldn’t believe the judge's words.


“Furball, I’m sentencing you to jail for life!”


Furball lost it. He tried escaping from the seat but before he could he was grabbed by Babs and Buster.


“Don’t worry Furball, we’ll try to bail you out, but for now…”


Furball struggled, and struggled, and struggled…


He woke up in a cold sweat, still in his cardboard box. He looked around, he wasn’t in jail, and there was no police lights outside of his box.


He whipped the sweat off his forehead before his hair stood up once more, from the sound of someone knocking on his box.

Furball looked out scared.


“Hey Furball.” Buster said. Furball wanted to hide in his box, but then he saw they had a cake for him.


“Sorry to hear that your latest house didn’t work out so well, but hey...glad to see you’re back.”


In front of his cardboard box was a cake that said “welcome back Furball”. Furball smiled at the sight of it.


“Maybe some other day Furball...maybe some other day right Furball?”


Furball nodded and smiled, before munching into the cake.




Rick Ross: Hey, I’m rick ross, and welcome to the programming, I’d like to show you how to paint some cool stuff.


Rick ross points to the canvas he has up.


Rick: So here we got ourselves a nice canvas to work with, now below me.


Black, dark, really dark, darker than the black night, and did we mention the color black?


Rick: Now we’re going to take the color black and start smoothly putting it on the canvas.


RIck starts smoothly putting the color black on the canvas and in a round circular area.


Rick: Now you want to put your paintbrush in the water.


Rick puts the paintbrush in the water.


Rick: now comes my favorite part, beating the devil out of it!


Rick beats the devil out of the paintbrush before it breaks.


Rick: Oh fooey. Don’t worry about this folks, this happens all the time, luckily I bring a back up one.


Rick puts the broken thing on the ground and brings out a new paintbrush, before continuing to pain using the rest of the black colors.


Rick: and there you have it, a black circle just like in those cartoons. Now obviously nothing is going to come out of it-


The roadrunner pops his head out of the black circle.


“Meep, Meep.”


The road runner runs out of the painting, almost causing it to go down. Just then Wild Coyote comes out of the painting.


Rick: he went that way…


Wild Coyote steps out of the painting to chase him down.


Rick: folks I’m gonna go lay down…

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In the city streets, two dogs walked on two feet. One was a bulldog with black fur, the other was an brown beagle. Both walked together before heading into an alleyway. They looked around before knocking on a door.


“What’s the password?” the voice asked from the other side of the door.


“Timmy fell down a well…” the bulldog said.


After saying that, the dog on the other side of the door opened it up, letting the two dogs enter. Inside the door was a club full of at least 4 other dogs. One that stood by the door, and 3 others that played  a card game at the table. The one at the door was a lab dog, standing tall and guarding the door.


The 3 at the table included a rottweiler, a dalmatian, and a big grey dog. The two other dogs pulled up chairs and sat around with the other dogs.


“What be the good word?” the rottweiler said.


“So far I’m happy to report that there haven’t been any dog catchers on the block.” the bulldog said.


“Good, very good…”


“Have there been any cats on the street?” the dalmatian asked.

“Just one…”


“One huh?” the grey one replied, shuffling his cards around a bit.


“Yeah, a blue one…”


The grey dog shot his head up.


“A blue one…”


“Yeah, saw him talking to two rabbits the other day. His name is apparently furball…”


“Funny...because a couple of days ago I got dissed by a blue cat named Furball...a little birdy told me...literally, it was a little bird that told me this.”


The Dalmatian and Rottweiler got up, dropping their cards on the table.


“Really now? A cat that wants to talk trash about us dogs huh? We’ll just see about that…Spoofy, do you know where this cat is at?” the dalmatian said pointing to the bulldog.


“Um...yeah, he lived in a cardboard box, I know where it is come on.” the bulldog said, leading the other dogs to the location of Furball’s cardboard box.




Furball quickly got out of a restaurant carrying a nice juicy fish, which he surprisingly got without getting caught...that and Donald Trump was in the restaurant that day…


“You call this stake?” Donald Trump shouted at the waiter. “I outta deport you for bringing me this vile...unappetizing thing you call a stake!” Trump said once more, slamming his fist on the table and causing a scene.


Furball was walking back to his cardboard box confidently before he spotted a group of dogs outside of his box. Surprised and scared, he hid behind a lamp post to see what was up.


“Come out wise cat, we want to have a word with you…” the grey dog said, knocking on the top of the box.


Furball tried to sneak away from the scene. He carefully tip-toed away, but it wasn’t enough.




Furball didn’t bother to look at who said that. He quickly tried running away from the dogs.


“Come on guys, let’s teach him a lesson or two…” the Dalmatian said. The group of dogs chased Furball down the street. Furball kept running only to look behind and see the dogs gaining on him.


“You’re dead meat you little twat!” the Dalmatian said. Furball tried running faster, but before he knew it he slipped on a banana peel, causing him to fall flat on his back.


The Rottweiler picked up Furball and held him in front of the group of dogs. The grey dog walked up to Furball.  


“A little birdy (literally), told me that you were trash talking me.”


Furball shook his head no.


“Don’t lie you little runt! Your luck has just run out.”


“Uh sir…what luck?” the Rottweiler said before showing him Furball’s page on the Tiny Toon Adventures wiki.


“Oh…oh alright…” the grey dog mumbled.


He then faced Furball once more.


“Uh…forget I said that.”


He then rolled up fur on his arm getting ready to lay it on Furball. Furball tried to struggle away but the bulldogs grip was too much. Little did the grey dog know there was a safe heading his way.


“Ha, ha, very funny Team random, but even you’re writing can’t save fur-“




And just like I said, an anvil had hit him right on the head.


“Where the heck did that thing come from?” the bagel said.


-----------------------------------------------meanwhile on the top of a room-------------------------------


“What did you mean you lost the anvil?” Brain shouted angrily at Pinky. “Now how are we going to get rid of Trump and take over the world?”


“Well we could try to run for office…” Pinky suggested.


“That plan sounds so dumb…it just may work….”



With the dogs distracted Furball slipped out of the bulldogs hands and made a run for it.


“Hey!” the bulldog shouted at Furball.


Seeing a bus at a bus stop, Furball quickly ran up to it, knocking on the door and entering. He took a seat near the middle of the bus, trying to catch his breath.


“Hey kitty, long time no see!”


Furball looked up in shock as he saw Elmyra behind the wheel of the bus.


“Long story short mom said I needed to get a new hobby other than playing with animals, so I decided to try and become a bus driver, and you know, I think I’m starting to get the hang of it…” she said before putting the bus in gear.


Elmyra stepped on the gas, sending Furball flying back in his seat. Elmyra swerved left and right, made tight turns that a bus wasn’t made to make, and even went thought a building!


“You know I’ll admit, I was kind of nervous when I started out doing this…” Elmyra stated as she continued to drive the bus radically. Finally, Elmyra stopped the bus, hard of course…sending Furball flying right into the window.


“Hope you enjoyed the ride, and if you see Buster tell him I said hi.” She said, as Furball melted out of the bus. Once out, the bus radically drove off, sending people screaming and running out of the way from it.


Furball looked around. To Elmyra’s credit, she did get him away from the dogs.


“Seriously! This is a stake to you?”


Furball heard the yelling voice of good old trump. He smiled at himself and headed in while Trump threw a fit.



I hopped on the bus to Warner bros. Studios with a goal in mind


Wanna hang with the loony gang and maybe cause some chaos. \


Those toons got everything they need, all the material to crack us up (literally)


Got those safes from Acme, and even a huge tug boat


I’m getting kind of nervous, with my stomach in butterflies, that’s when I see the good old warner tower, and the gates are wide open


And the gates are wide open


And the security guard from the animaniacs is nowhere to be seen


So I get my giant anvils


my custard pies


and even a rake


Eating the free food like yeah


Getting Wakko’s autograph like yeah


This so was, a good idea, and a reason to skip school today


Yeaaaaah, it’s a party at the Warner bros. Studios


Yeeeeeeah, it’s a party at the Warner Bros. studios.


I’ve done a couple of crazy things that could have gotten me in real trouble


Like accidently drop a safe on Bugs


Or accidently tick off, the Tasmanian devil


Don’t tell anybody I’m serious


As far as anybody knows


I’m just a very young intern, looking to get an inspiring career


Uh oh here comes the big guard, he’s walking near me


But he tips his hat off and wishes me a good day


And I do the same


Yeah I do the same


Yeah I do the same


So I get the heck out


And go on the set, off Tiny Toon Adventures


They’re all loony like yeah


They’re all wacky like yeah


And I sit back and watch the show


That’s better than CSI


Yeaaaaaaah, it’s a party in the Warner Bros Studios


Yeeeeeeah, it’s a party in the Warner Bros Studios


Anvil droppings and clever dialogues


4th wall breaking done right


Sitting back and watching the show


Man why isn’t this on TV anymore?


Hey kid, what you doing here!


And how did you get in?


Running out of here like yeah


Pulling an animaniac’s on the guards like yeah


It was fun and all good laughs, but I’ve been caught red handed


Yeaaaaaaaah, it’s a party in the Warner Bros Studios


Yeeeeeeeeeeah, it’s a party in the Warner Bros Studios



Party in the warner bro Studios


Just loony tunes


The toon street boys






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After the encounter with the dogs, things were a bit rough for Furball. He couldn’t go back to his old cardboard home as the dogs knew that was where he was at, and there really wasn’t anywhere else for him to go.


He would have to look around his back and hide at the sound of any dogs around him. It was for a good reason however, as back at their hideout, the dogs were seeking revenge.


“You two!” the grey dog pointed to the bulldog and beagle.


“I want you two to find that cat and bring him back to me understand?”


The two nodded their head.


“Good, and if you don’t (for any reason) have him…don’t bother coming back!”


“Y-y-yes sir…” the bulldog said.


“Good, now get going!”


The two went out the door and hurried on to look for the cat.



Dispute having to be on the lookout for dogs, Furball still needed to eat. He looked in his usual places such as dumpsters and back alley ways.


“Surly there has to be something around here…” he thought to himself.


As he investigated the alleyway to see where there could be food, the two dogs looking for him were right around the corner. The beagle’s eyes lit up as he spotted the cat, and just as he was about to shout and point at him, the bulldog covered his mouth and pulled him to the side.


Furball looked over to where the dogs were at, but nobody was there. He shrugged his shoulders and continued to look around.


“If we could try to sneak up on him without making it obvious that we are, that would be great…” the bulldog said.


The beagle nodded his head.


The two snuck behind furball, carefully tip towing their way towards the cat, who had no idea that they were behind him.


“Here kitty, kitty…” the beagle said carefully under his breath. Furball heard this however. He turned around slowly to see the two dogs.


“Our pal the grey dog (which we legit call him because the writer of this train wreak didn’t give him a name), would like to have a long and hard chat with you…” the bulldog said.


“Goodnight everybody!” Yakko said, popping out of the dumpster.


“Who the heck was that?” The beagle asked, looking at the bulldog in confusion.




Furball dashed across the street and booked it down a sidewalk, running as fast as his 4 paws could carry him. He made his way past busy restaurants, pets stores, and a building that was getting panted on.


The painter was about to dip his white paint brush into the bucket when he unknowingly painted the back of Furball. 


Furball stopped to catch his breath by a TV store. He looked behind him when he saw the white streak on his back.


“Oh no…” he thought.


Furball remembered the last time he had a white streak on his back, which caused Fifi la fume to chase after him. Looking around, Furball tried to see if Fifi was anywhere around. Luckily, she wasn’t, at least not yet…


Furball quickly headed to a fire hydrant to try and open it up and get the water off of him. It was no use however, and got him in even more trouble when the dogs saw this.


“You know it’s bad enough you have to insult our pal…” the bulldog said, crossing his arms. The beagle had his hands on his hips, standing next to the bulldog.


“Now…you have to try and destroy one of the best man kind inventions to us dogs…”


“I’ve seen enough…” the beagle said. Furball quickly ran out of there as the dogs chased him. Furball headed towards a lot with a broken down car in it, and quickly made his way into the trunk. The beagle was about to go in when the bulldog grabbed him and held him back.


“What? What is it?”


“Do you have any idea whose home that is?”


“What do you mean it just looks like a broken down car?”


“Well that broken down car is home to Fifi La fume…the skunk Fifi La fume!”


“Oh come on now, we’re not going to just run off because of a skunk are we?”


“Yes…yes we are…now let’s just pretend that Furball didn’t possibly go in here, and went somewhere else…”


The two dogs ran away from the lot. Furball peaked out of the trunk, looking around carefully. He got out of the trunk when the coast was clear, getting ready to leave when he suddenly heard the car door open.


“Hello cutie!”


Furball’s jaw dropped as he saw Fifi step out of the car. Fifi quickly wrapped her tail around Furball and started kissing him.


“You big hunk of skunk, where haz you been all my life?”


Furball was about to leave when he saw the two dogs watching from across the street. Furball didn’t want to, but he knew if he wanted to get those dogs off his back, he had to go along with Fifi. Furball hugged fifi back, trying to hold his nose.


“Come Romeo, let us stroll around town together!”


Fifi held Furball’s hand as the two walked around town.


“Well that’s just great…Furball’s decide to go out on a little date with Fifi to try and get away from us. Luckily, I’ve seen the Furball Follies episode of Tiny toons, so I know that the reason why Fifi is head over heels for Furball is because of the white streak on his back.”


“So what are we going to do?”


“We’re going to try and get that white streak off of him…”



Fifi and Furball sat together on the top of a hill, watching the sun set go down. Furball nervously had his arm around Fifi, trying to handle the skunk’s odder. Fifi had her tail wrapped around Furball tightly, looking over to him lovingly every now and then.


The two dogs snuck up behind the two.


“Come on, let’s get these stripes off before the shippers go crazy…” the bulldog said.


“You sure it’s wise to break the 4th wall this much?”


“Oh come on, it’s not like it’s going to actually brea-“


The two dogs looked up as a giant brick wall came down on them.


“Well…shoot.” The bulldog said from under the wall.



Fifi and Furball walked back to her home.


“Oh my lover…how zhis night was so amazing with you.” FIfi said kissing furball even more. Just as she was, it started raining, whipping the white stripe right off of Furball.


Fifi saw this, her eyes widening in shock.


“Furball? That was you the whole time!”


Furball looked at his tail; he saw that his white stripe was gone. Furball faced Fifi and nodded his head sadly, knowing that Fifi was going to be extremely mad at him.


“But why would you do such a zhing, unless…you’re trying to get my attention aren’t you?”


Furball shook his head no, but it was no use. Fifi was convinced that was the case. Before she could hug him once more Furball ran for it.


“Oh that Furball, it’s always the quiet type…” she said giggling to herself.


Furball found himself near an alley, the rain still pouring down as he tried to take shelter. The two dogs chasing after him stuck their heads out from behind a lamp post.


“It’s almost the end of the episode (or chapter in this case), everyone knows that’s usually when something bad happens to Furball!”

After finishing the sentence, the two heard the screeching of tires. A bus crashed right into the building next to Furball. Out of the bus came a shaken up Elmyra.


“I think I’m goanna start doing something else now…” she said, holding up the steering wheel of the bus.


“I think someone didn’t get the memo that Furball is supposed to be unlucky…” the bulldog said crawling out from under the bus.



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In the somewhat distant feature


Next Sunday A.T.T.A


There was a cat named Furball


Just you’re ordinary Alley cat


He roamed the alley ways, looking for food

Just minding his own business, and trying to avoid dogs


But Dennis Falk’s wasn’t having it so he shot him into space




“I’ll send him my fan fics. (la la la)


The best ever made!”


Now keep in mind Furball can’t control when the stories begin or end


He’ll have to keep his sanity, with the help of these cameo’s








Tom Servo




If you’re wondering what the heck is going on, or what you’re reading (la la la)


Just say to yourself it’s just a fan fiction, I should really relax and give it a star


For Acme science theater 3000




(Crow and Tom Servo look around confused)


Tom: Hey crow?


Crow: yeah?


Tom: Something seems just a tad bit off…


Crow: Yeah?


Tom: Yeah…


Crow: Yeah.


Tom: YEAH!




(A giant hose comes down and out plops furball)




(The two robots run around in circles screaming until Gypsy comes down)


Gypsy: Guys for Pete sakes that’s not an alien, that’s a cat!


(the two robots stop running around like idiots)


Tom: Oh…


Crow: A cat? What the heck is a cat doing up here?


Tom: Better question what should we name it?


(Furball points to his fur)


Tom: hmmmm….Fur…


(Furball picks up a baseball and tosses it up)


Crow: Fur-baseball?


(Furball shakes his head and picks up a rubber ball)


Tom: ball…furball


(Furball nods his head up and down)




Gypsy: Seriously? Furball? Why can’t we name him something else like blue ball…or mr.kitty cat.


(sirens go off)



(the trio run off screen).




Monty Max sat in his chair in his mansion, in his very large room, reading the news. The Acme Acers elections were coming up, and dispute his age Monty knew that with the right price, he could run for anything.


“I need to win this election…I don’t care how old I am, I can just imagine all the stuff I can do once I run for Mayor of this dump!” Monty said to himself, rubbing his hands together.


-----------------------------------Monty’s daydream----------------------------------------------------------------


Monty stood at a speaker stand in front of a large audience of people. He wore his best black suit and shoes, and was about ready to give his speech.


“My fellow Acme Acers residents, we’re going to build a wall, and make Buster and Babs Bunny pay for it!”


The crowd roared in a big cheer. They all agreed with the idea, chanting Monty’s name and throwing him flowers.


-------------------------------------End of Monty’s Daydream--------------------------------------------------------


“Yes…it’s perfect. I just need to dig up some dirt on those two goons and they’ll be done for…”


Monty thought for a second.


“Now what dirt could I bring up on Buster and Babs bunny…real dirt…something that will make people turn on them…”


Just then Monty Max snapped his fingers. He quickly picked up his phone on his desk and dialed a number.


“Hello?” Elmyra said from the other side.


“Elmyra! Long time no see!” Monty said, trying to sound as nice as possible to the annoying red haired girl who had a crush on him.


“I’m not talking to you Monty! You’ve stood me up for the last time!”


“What are you talking about?”


“Don’t act like you didn’t see that invitation I sent you!”



(Monty Max leaves his house in his PJ’s, going to get his mail. He opens up his mailbox and looks at what he has)


Monty: junk mail, junk mail, junk mail, invitation-to-a-dinner-party-with-elmyra, junk mail, ah! Here it is! The latest issue of spoiled kids monthly!


End of flashback



“I have no idea what you’re talking about!”


“Sure you don’t!” Elmyra said in a sassy tone.




Monty reached his hand into the phone and pulled out Elmyra, still in her bus driver outfit and even holding the steering wheel. Monty then placed her on the chair in front of his desk. Monty then sat down in his chair on the other side and began to speak.


“Elmyra, I need your help.”


“With what? Have you decided to not be a greedy spoiled brat finally?”


“No! I need you to help me expose Buster and babs bunny!”




“Because I’m running for Mayor of this crummy town!”




“Cause why not? Don’t you see Elmyra? This town is corrupt!” Monty said, putting his arm in the air. He opened the window to look outside. Birds were flying, the sun was shining, and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky.


“Just look at all this…this…chaos! It sickens me!”


“Monty I think you need to go outside…” Elmyra said sounding somewhat concerned.


“No, no, I’m fine! Now if we could get to the part of making sure that I become Mayor of this town…”


“…just so you can get rid of the bunnies, yeah yeah…why are you so mean to them anyway?” Elmyra asked.


Monty thought for a second. He needed to give an answer; after all, this could be his chance to really get Elmyra on his side. Then, something came to his mind.


“Because…their mean to you.”




Monty stepped off his chair and headed over to Elmyra, turning it around and showing her pictures of her trying to pet them, with the rabbits running away.


“You see this? There just running away from you because they’re teasing you! They don’t want your supposed grubby hands petting their “so nice fur”.


Monty then brought up a picture of the rabbits laughing.


“Wake up Elmyra! Their laughing at you! They’ve always been, so you know what we have to do now?”


“Put our face down in a pillow and cry?”


“No! We get revenge!”


Monty then let out an evil and long laugh.


“Now then…come Elmyra, we have much to do. We’re going to make Acme Acers great again!” he said shouting up to the sky.




Monty face palmed.


“You have a lot to learn…”




Tom: What the-


Crow: what the heck was that? That wasn’t a complete story, that was rubbish!


Tom: come to think of it, all of this feels like rubbish. In fact, it feels like we’re in a fan fiction.


Crow: Yeah, and we didn’t get this feeling until-


(Tom and Crow look slowly over at Furball. They then quickly throw him into an escape pod and send him back to earth)


Tom: bye Furball.


Crow: yeah, that’s the spirit. High five!


Tom: no, no, don’t touch me!


Crow: what?




Crow: put…the…screwdriver…down…just put It down…


Tom: no, no, nononono, this doesn’t feel legit.


Crow: everything will be alright Tom we’re not in the fan fiction anymore…




Crow: yeah…


Tom: oh…ok.(tom drops the screwdriver and walks  off screen.)


Crow: wow, that was very anticlimactic…




Crow: OH GOD! (runs away from tom.)


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