“The black vandal, seen here on surveillance, has the city baffled,” The news anchor reported.

“It was about this tall,” A policeman described. “It was dark as the night, and moved like a… a… well, it was fast!”

“I was doing a 60,” The taxi driver explained. “All of a sudden, this thing went ‘Woo-hoo! Woo-hoo!’ and zipped by me!”

“That thing moved too fast to be a man or beast!” Another witness explained.

“Is it human? Is it an animal? Or could there be more than one?” The news reporter asked. “But one thing’s certain. This thing is loose in our fair city, and it has caused numerous property damage!”

Footage of Filthy Rich’s billboard, with a mustache painted across his arrogant mug, is on full display on the news footage.

“I don’t know,” A random civilian commented. “Looks like an improvement to me.”

With a grunt, Filthy Rich angrily hurls his remote and completely smashes his flatscreen T.V. Smoke erupts from the broken glass, as Filthy Rich breathes in heavily.

“Make a fool out of me, will they?” Filthy muttered. “Soon as I find this… ‘black vandal’, whoever his name is, he’ll wish he hadn’t crossed paths with Filthy Rich!”

“Well send them up!” Filthy Rich replied, facing the smashed T.V. “And get me a new flatscreen T.V. for my office. On the double!”

The next morning, Fluttershy stirs awake to the sound of birds chirping. A tiny flock of colorful variety singing their morning tunes to start the day, basking under the beautiful rays of the sun. The light of which flows through her bedroom window, followed by a sweet aroma which tickles her nose.

All at once, Fluttershy’s eyes turn wide as the realization hits her like bricks.

Slipping into her bunny slippers near the bed, Fluttershy proceeds to work her way down the stairs. Much to her surprise, she finds Bugs Bunny, humming a little tune while flipping pancakes.

“Mama’s little baby loves short’-nin’ short’-nin’, mama’s little baby loves short’-nin’ bread…” Bugs hummed. “Here’s the last one!”

With one big whip of the spatula, the last of the pancakes flip high into the air and landing nimbly atop one another into one huge stack atop of a plate. The plate of which Porky Pig is currently carrying… or struggling to hold onto. The poor pig can barely keep all the pancakes from falling over.

Just as the stack starts to fall, Bugs quickly goes to work. Quick as a flash, he manages to catch all the pancakes falling in the air right before they hit the floor. Then tossing the pancakes out like frisbees, they land on several plates set on the table. Along with the pancakes, there is a bowl of salad, some freshly pressed orange juice, and a carton of milk.

“Sure did!” Fluttershy smiled, approaching the pair. “What about you boys? Have a pleasant sleep?”

“Certainly!” Bugs Bunny nodded. “Though Porky here was getting into another of his antics with Daffy, as usually.”

“It c-c-c-can’t be helped, Bugs!” Porky shrugged. “You know how D-D-D-Daffy is when sh-sh-sh-sharing a bed with him. He’s just so obno-obno-obno—”

As if to answer their question, a loud snoring bellows from right upstairs. A snoring so loud, it shakes all the plates and glasses. Both cartoon animals and the young girl host have a pretty good idea as to ‘where’ Daffy is right now. Climbing back upstairs, it does not take long before the trio enter one of the guest rooms and discovers the duck, still asleep… in bed… snoring.

“Hey Daffy! Wake up!” Bugs shouted, clapping his hands. “Up and at ‘em lazy bones!”

"Wake up, sleep head!” Fluttershy nudged the duck. “Wakey-wakey! Breakfast is ready!”

“D-D-D-Daffy! Please wake up!” Porky Pig tried. “Open up those peepers! C-C-C-C-C’mon! Breakfast is getting c-c-c-c-c-c-… stale!”

But it is no use for our trio. No matter what they do, none of the friends can seem to wake the duck up. The duck merely mutters and shuffles under the sheets turning his back away from the trio.

“He’s a b-b-b-b-bump on a log,” Porky stuttered, before an idea hits him. “Wait! I got it!”

With a snap of his fingers, Porky makes a mad dash out of the room. Seconds later, he returns with a dinner plate and a ladle.

Porky proceeds to position the dinner plate gently over Daffy’s head… before he bangs the ladle against it.

The dinner plate rings like ringing bell, and just like that Daffy Duck wakes with a start. Soon his head starts to ring so great, his head resembles a bell, before he leaps from the bed in seconds.

In a blur of black feathers, the duck zips, and zaps around the entire house. Before the eyes of Fluttershy and the tunes, the duck is performing a whole assortment of activities: Making the bed (Using the furniture in the room and tools from out of nowhere), taking a shower (‘I’m singin’ in the rain…’), brushing his… well ‘beak’, and doing the laundry.

“Eh, mee-muu-mee-uuh… maybe I should’ve let him sleep in today…” Porky stuttered, instantly regretting.

Daffy Duck is seated at the table, finally calm after getting the wackiness out of his system. Soon enough all three tunes are seated together with Fluttershy and together they enjoy a helping of a delicious breakfast to start the day.

“So, what’s the plan for today, Fluttershy?” Bugs asked, munching his carrot.

“A-A-A-Any ideas how to g-g-g-get us home?” Porky Pig asked, eating his oatmeal.

“Well…” Fluttershy pondered, after a bite of her salad. “To be honest, I’m not sure how my friends and I will get you boys home yet. Twilight is currently working on a theory, so I’m thinking we could pay her a visit? The rest of our friends should be there.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Bugs replied, standing from his seat. “So… where’s her house anyway? Is it far?”

“Oh no, not at all,” Fluttershy replied. “It’s only two blocks to the left, and three blocks to the right. Second house to the left, can’t miss it. But just in case you ever get lost, I always keep a map of the whole city.”

“Gee ‘tanks Fluttershy!” Bugs nodded, folding the map into a square. “Whelp… better get goin’ then!”

Just before the rabbit leaves the house, Fluttershy grabs him around the back which stretches out like the back of a shirt collar. Bugs reels back in seconds, facing Flutttershy curiously.

“Not to stifle your style or anything, but… don’t you think you ought to wear something when you’re going out?”

“What for?” The rabbit asked, raising a brow. “I’ve always gone out like this. Part of being a rabbit, ain’t it?”

“Oh, I know, I know… but wouldn’t you want to keep a low profile?” Fluttershy suggested. “Just yesterday, what with the whole Daffy debacle…”

“I just don’t think everyone in town will be, um… accustomed to talking cartoon rabbits,” Fluttershy continued nervously. “Not to mention a talking duck who made the headlines for vandalizing private property…”

With a scowl, everyone turns toward Daffy Duck, who gives the impression that he does not care.

“Oh sure!” Bugs nodded in agreement. “No trouble at all. I’ve got disguises for every occasion!”

With a spin and a twirl, Bugs Bunny suddenly stands in the room posing like an attractive lady disguise.

Somewhere in the distance, a wolf whistles over the horizon. Angel Bunny, was just casually eating from his bowl of salad, when he immediately gawks at the display. Unable to believe his eyes, Angel’s whole face turns a deep shade of red. He stares toward Bugs Bunny, in awe over the attractive dress.

“I have to agree with Porky on this one,” Fluttershy replied, blushing up a storm. “Nothing that dramatic. Just something more… casual?”

Bugs Bunny steps out of the room, posing before Fluttershy, Daffy, and Porky. He stands before them, wearing dark pants, a black hoodie, with pictures of himself and his friends along the front and back.

“About time I got rid of some of Zephyr Breeze’s old clothes,” Fluttershy smiled. “How’d even know about you guys? Yeah… how ‘did’ he know?”

“N-N-N-Not a bad fit, Bugs!” Porky commented. “Looking c-c-c-c-c-c-sharp!”

“Hmm…” Bugs hummed, looking over himself. “Not my kind of style, but… I’m diggin’ it!”

“Here Daffy,” Fluttershy offered a green hoodie. “I got this for you to try on.”

“Ooh… don’t mind if I do!” Daffy quacked, putting on the hoodie. “I’m twice-th-as-th-handsome-th-ome than that rabbit, anyway.”

“Eeh-wuh-wee-uh-wee-w-w-what about me?” Porky asked. “W-W-W-what do you th-th-th-think of m-m-m-my disguise?”

Porky Pig stands before them, wearing a backwards baseball cap, a pair of shades, a t-shirt, and an orange vest, as well as some shoes to hide his hooves.

“You look great, Porky!” Fluttershy smiled. “Very um… very… I hardly recognize you.”

“Ah right, ah right, let’sth go already while the day’sth sthill young!” Daffy quacked, marching to the front door.

“Be careful!” Fluttershy called out. “If you need me, I’ll be at the local Animal Shelter to run a quick errand! Tell Twilight I said hi!”

Less than a few minutes go by, as the Looney trio proceed down the streets of Canterlot City to meet with Fluttershy’s friends. Along the way, the trio end up putting together a ‘beat’ of sorts, trying to blend with the city. Bugs kicked off with a beat-box, followed by Porky Pig adding some harmonies, while behind them Daffy just sways his head side to side with a deadpan ‘Whatever…’ expression. To say this draws quite a bit of attention from the passing citizens along the way is an understatement.

French Acapella Beatbox

Along the way, the boys are so caught up in their rhythm, they bump into an old lady coming their way.

The old lady continues on their way while the three boys pass by. What they fail to notice is that the old lady is carrying a cage containing a yellow canary on a little swing set. Soon as the boys walk by, the canary eyes toward the trio as if recognizing them from somewhere.

With one ear twitching and perking up, like catching a radio signal, Bugs Bunny immediately turns around for a look. But by now the old lady and her pet are too far away to get a good look.

“I tawt I taw and heard a Tweety Bird…” Bugs pondered, tapping his foot. “Oh well!"

Bugs Bunny proceeds to turn around, resuming his walk/beatboxing as the boys work their way to Twilight’s house. It's going to be a long while, until they get there.

Little do they know, spying on the old lady and the bird from a corner is a tuxedo cat with a red nose. He eyes the unsuspecting pair, specifically the little canary. His perspective transforms the canary into a tiny little roasted dish, a lemon hovering over it and squeezing along the skin for extra flavor. To which turns out to be saliva falling from the cat’s mouth, as he rubs his paws together sinisterly.

The cat proceeds to sneak behind the old lady ready to catch his prey. But he is not along, as a burly bulldog slowly tails behind the cat as if sensing that the feline is up to no good. Growling under his breath, the bulldog cracks his knuckles loudly ready to act.

I'm a tweet wittle birdie in a guilded cage
Tweety's my name, but I don't know my age
I don't have to worry and that is that
I'm safe in there from that ole puddy tat.

Right on the dot, at the end of his song, the sound of leaves rustling alerted the bird to look behind him, just in time to see the white-tipped tail of the cat that was stalking him.

"I tawt I taw a putty tat," The bird said, before he took another look behind him, just in time to see the cat, darting behind a tree. "I did! I taw a putty a tat!"

With that, an entire series of chase and wits played out, between the cat and the canary, accompanied by a musical performed by the two.

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(0:05)
The yellow bird introduces himself as Tweety Pie, or simply Tweety, all the while swinging on his perch.

(0:17)
At that moment, the tuxedo cat from before makes his move on the caged bird. He successfully opens up the bird cage, without alerting the old woman. But just before he could put his claws in for the bird, Tweety was already onto him, and slammed his door on the cat's claws. The cat yowled in pain, rubbing his smartened paws, while Tweety makes a narrow escape, out of his cage, with the angry cat chasing him.

(0:35)
At this point, the cat introduces himself as Sylvester, and how his one and only aim in life was to eat the little canary.

Indeed, the bad cat's bizarre obsession of catching the little bird was as plain as day, as he viciously chased the little Tweety Bird, all around the neighborhood. At one point, Sylvester had Tweety in his paws. But then, an even bigger and stronger paw grabbed Sylvester by the neck, from behind, revealing himself to be the burly dog.

With a growl, the bulldog punches Sylvester in the face, and sends the cat flying into a brick wall. Knocked in a daze, Sylvester was seeing multiple tweety birds, while Tweety flew out of the cat's paws, and continues his song.

(1:05)
Tweety continues to sing his song about how he's fully aware of Sylvester's intentions to eat him. As he kept on singing, Tweety proceeded to outsmart the hungry cat, by banging a trash can's lid and slam it into the cat's face, to swinging a baseball bat at the cat, hitting him square on the nose. Lastly, the bulldog grabbed the cat and crunched him into a ball, and kicked him out of the neighborhood.

(1:42)
Yet, despite all these injuries, the cat never gave up, and just got back up, to resume chasing after the little bird. The persistent cat got back into the neighborhood, and it didn't take long for him to track down the little bird. Just before he could even get an inch closer to the bird, Tweety was already onto him and sang.

(2:00)
Tweety sang his usual catchphrase, and this time, not only was the bulldog alerted, but so is his owner. In retaliation, and in defense of her precious bird, the old woman proceeded to whip out her umbrella and whacked Sylvester over the head, several times. Eventually, the cat was stunned long enough for both cat and bird paused their musical number for a moment to be civilized and talk.

"Oh! Alright," Sylvester shrugged begrudgingly, while sloppering and spatted, "Sufferin' succotash..."

With that, both Sylvester and Tweety ended their song together, in a dance, with Hector joining in. The three pets danced around their owner, who looked very pleased to see them getting along. But not for long.

At the end of the song, Sylvester's urge kicked in, and he makes another desperate attempt at the bird's life. Sylvester finally chomped Tweety up, in his mouth, forcing the woman to grab the cat, repeatedly spanking him on the backside to spit the bird out.

"Bad old putty tat!" Tweety chirped, as he flew back up to Granny, and they continued on their way, through the neighborhood.

Before Sylvester could recover, the bulldog stood over him, before dragging him away, into an alley, where the sound of pummeling and yowling can be heard.

"Yes, it sounds like the cry of a person stepping on a cat," The other replied casually.

Meanwhile, Tweety and his owner continued their walk, through the neighborhood, looking at all of the houses, on sales.

"Hmmm," The elderly woman pondered. "What do you think, Tweety? Do you see any house that you might like?"

"Oh!" The woman and Tweety exclaimed, startled by the sudden appearance of the girl.

"Oh, that's quite alright, dear," The woman composed herself. "I was just a bit startled, that's all."

"Hmmm," Pinkie hummed, eyeing the woman up and down. "I don't think I've seen you before. Are you new in town?"

"That's great! Because I love making new friends!" Without warning, Pinkie Pie proceeded to shake hands with the woman, "I'm Pinkie Pie! What's your name? And who's your cute little bird?"

"Webster. Emma Webster, at your service," The woman introduced herself. "Oh, this is Tweety," The woman chuckled, as the bird perched on her fingers. "Say hello to the nice girl, Tweety."

"Aw, he's such a cutie pie!" Pinkie smiled, petting Tweety over the head. "So, Mrs. Webster."

"Oh, no need to be so formal," The woman interrupted. "Call me, Granny. Everybody does."

"Okay, Granny!" Pinkie smiled. "Watchya doin' in town? Are you on vacation? Have ya seen the city? Or the museum? Ooh! I can even show you the best bakery in town!"

"Oh, that's very sweet of you, Pinkie Pie," Granny replied. "But, right now, I'm afraid my pets and I are looking for a place to stay for the night, or two. So far, the only place we can afford are the houses, around here."

"Well, then let's go over to my friend, Twilight's house!" Pinkie Pie chirped. "A lot of my friends are there. Maybe they can help you out!"

"My, she's quite energetic," Granny commented, to Tweety, who simply nodded in agreement.

Later on, at Twilight's house, most of the Rainbooms who were gathered there, along with some friends, were getting better acquainted with Granny and Tweety, over a plate of tea and cookies that Rarity had prepared for them. At that moment, three more certain friends had arrived.

The door to Twilight’s house opens as Bugs and friends step inside to approach the group.

The rabbit, however, stops mid-sentence and he, along with Porky and Daffy, freeze upon a most tremendous discovery. They see that Twilight and her friends are not alone, as the old lady with her canary is sitting in the chair before the girls, including Juniper and Wallflower. The moment they turn toward the tunes, their eyes widen with surprise.

“I did!” Tweety Bird chirped. “I did taw Bugs Bunny, Porky Pig, and Daffy Duck!”

“Oh yes, dear. It seems only yesterday when they were all tots, running around my house, and getting into all sorts of mischief.”

“Eee-eewu-uh-eewee-uh, I try to stay out of t-trouble, Granny,” Porky Pig stated. “B-B-But you know me.”

“Hold up a minute!” Rainbow Dash interrupted. “You guys and Granny know each other?”

"Sure do!” Bugs Bunny confirmed. “Granny used to look after us, when we were just Baby Looney Tunes!”

“Oh dear, I almost forgot to mention that…” Granny chuckled. “After Tweety and I found ourselves in this strange city, now we were just looking for a place to live. And we happen to run into these lovely young ladies who agreed to help us.”

“Hey Tweety!” Bugs Bunny smiled. “How’va ya been? You’re looking well.”

The gang turns to the side and spot the tuxedo cat. Only he looks as though he just emerges from the losing end of a fight. A black eye over his… well, black eye… his fur ruffled and torn, and a cast over one leg. And clutching onto the scuff of his neck is the bulldog staring at the cat with intensity.

“Hiya Hector!” Bugs greeted. “I see you and Sylvester haven’t changed a bit.”

“Still getting into trouble, as always, Sylvester?” Porky Pig crossed his arms.

“What can I sthay? A cat’sth got to eat, y’know,” Sylvester replied defensively. “Now can you pleaseth get this flea-ridden cur off my back?”

“Now, now, boys!” Granny spoke, waving a finger. “No fighting between you two. We are guests here after all.”

“Well, we started in the city near this Crystal Prep place,” Granny explained. “But of course, everything’s out of our price range.”

“In any case… we needed a place to lay low for a bit, while trying to figure out how and why we ended up here in the first place. I do believe I may have a few ideas about this mystery, and it is a coincidence you boys happen to show up.”

“Granny has mentioned that she used to be a detective in her day,” Rarity spoke up. “A regular Shadow Spade so to speak.”

“I’m thinking more like that lady with the British accent from that ‘Murder She Wrote’ series,” Pinkie replied. “Love those old-timey mystery shows.”

“In any case, with the number of you guys appearing in our world, we know for certain something big is going on,” Twilight spoke up. “And until we can figure out exactly what we’re dealing with, we have to be extra careful so as not to draw too much unwanted attention.”

With a deadpan expression, Juniper Montage lifts up a cellphone and displays a video before the group. Before them is a recording off someone’s phone of Bugs and his two friends doing some beat-box act while strolling down the streets and remixing it into a catchier beat. Even more impressive is the growing view count, along with numerous comments. The group turns toward the trio, though Daffy is rather indifferent.

Equestria Girls: It's Showtime – Looney Tunes

by Phantom-Dragon

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