Chapter 9: Weŕe going out Looney

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Lucky: [sighs]

[Wile sits in a ice cooler as it sizzles out the fire off his tail]

Fifi: How?

(Wile holds up a sign saying ¨Dont ask!¨)

Pepe: Ok.

Elmer J. Fudd: Oh, "pwease" don't "wet" us get "deweted". "Pwease" don't "wet" us get "deweted".

Lola: Come on, guys. Don't give up. There's a whole other half to play.

[Speedy exclaims in Spanish]

Lola: I'm telling you, we can still win this.

Porky: [stuttering] How? We're getting decimated.

Daffy: We need a boost. A pick-me-up. A secret weapon.

Granny: We need a miracle.

Sylvester: [splutters] I don't know if this counts as a miracle, but I found Michael Jordan! He was in the audience. I know he can help.

[inspirational music playing]

Bugs: His Airness?

Daffy: You found him?

Sam: I can feel his power already.

Tweety: Ooh, I can hear his shoes.

Penelope: Itś Michael Jordan!

[footsteps thudding]

[Daffy] At guard, 6'6″, from North Carolina...

[Tune Squad cheering]

Number 23, Michael Jordan...

(But this wasnt Michael Jordan. This was Michael B. Jordan.)

Pepe: Huh?

[music stops]

LeBron: Come on, man. That's Michael B. Jordan. The actor.

Michael B. Jordan: I was just getting some popcorn, and then this cat grabbed me.

Daffy: We couldn't get Michael A. Jordan, so we got Michael B. Jordan?

Elmer Fudd: How could you think he was His Airness? They "wook" nothing "awike".

Penelope: Hey, lay off the cat. Chill out! Cats have curiosity.

Sylvester: It's been 25 years. I thought he aged gracefully.

Michael B. Jordan: This is awkward, um, but I believe in you guys, okay? Clear eyes, full hearts, can't lose. You hear me? Clear eyes, full hearts, can't lose! Say it with me...

LeBron: Mike.

Michael B. Jordan: Yeah, y'all got this. I'm... I'm too much. You're right. I'm sorry. I'mma go back to my seat. You came back three-one.

(Michael leaves)

Amber: Well...

Michael: You killed it. You can do it again!

Lucky: Right.

Daffy: [sighs] Well, that was a bust. Anyone else got any bright ideas?

Lola: Come on! Get it together, guys. The Tune Squad doesn't give up at halftime. The Tune Squad doesn't give up ever.

Roger: We're down a thousand points. No team is coming back from this.

Sam: Well, why don't you try coaching us better, buckos!

Wallace: Weve been coaching y'all this whole time! Sylvester over here getting the wrong MJ, 

Pepe: Granny's out here having a martini at halftime.

Penelope: And Taz might as well be playing for the other team!

Daffy: LeBronś son plays for the other team.

Tweety: Yeah, Heś a bad dad.

Fifi: Heś a bad dad?

LeBron: Weve been trying to save my son and coach y'all at the same time.

Roger: What y'all doing?

Lola: We've been trying.

Lucky: Trying to do what?

Lola: Trying to be like you.

Scrappy: Like us?

Bugs Bunny: And it's not "woiking".

[melancholy music playing]

LeBron: Because you're not me. "You never let me just... do me."

Taz: Huh?

LeBron James: Okay, we got it. New game plan. Bugs. Time to do what you guys do best.

[uplifting music playing]

Bugs: You know something? If we're going out, we're going out looney! Let's go, team! ALL TOONEY, BIG MOONEY, FULL LOONEY!

Foghorn: Good plan. I say, good plan.

A/N: Guys, Iḿ leaving this off here because iḿ about to walk with my my momś sister. So if Iḿ not back by bedtime, then I might do Chapter 10 tomorrow.

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