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- ♪ We're tiny ♪ - ♪ We're toony ♪

♪ We're learning to be looney ♪

♪ And we'll be famous sooney At the college of our dreams ♪

♪ We got our admissions ♪

♪ Important for tuitions ♪

♪ Fulfilling our ambitions With our faculty esteemed ♪

♪ At Acme Looniversity We'll earn our toon degree ♪

♪ The teaching staff's Been getting laughs ♪

♪ Since 1933 ♪

- ♪ We're classmates ♪ - ♪ And roommates ♪

♪ We paid The out-of-state bills ♪

♪ Let's grab the books and go Class is about to start ♪

♪ They're furry They're funny ♪

♪ We're Babs and Buster Bunny ♪

♪ Their comedy is funny ♪

♪ And their friendship's Guaranteed ♪

♪ Hamton is worried And Sweetie's a tough birdie ♪

♪ And if you're lucky Plucky is the perfect... ♪

Frenemy!

♪ So here's where The greatest toons ♪

♪ All got their humble start ♪

♪ There's quite A lot of history ♪

♪ For teaching looney arts ♪

♪ We're tiny, we're toony We can't wait to be looney ♪

♪ Ring the bell Let's all come in And join the fun ♪

♪ And now class has begun ♪

Wanna go swimming tomorrow?

I don't swim in public pool water

unless the temperature is 77-82 degrees.

Oh, I'll check the forecast.

I know the best weather expert in the biz.

What's the forecast for tomorrow?

Me, me, me. All week long.

Whoa!

Phew.

It'll be a perfect day for a dip.

That's the gag you were working on?

What do you think?

I love it.

Wow! Hamton's gotten as good at tooning,

as Plucky is at talking about himself.

Thanks, buddy.

I feel like I'm finally getting comfortable being... funny.

And it shows!

Fresh mail!

Letters!

Postcards!

Fresh mail, letters, postcards.

Yes! A letter from Barika Bunny, one from Bashir Bunny,

and a Burrow Bath & Beyond coupon.

What in Daffy's divine light?

The sophistication.

The design. The web compartments!

Imagine me walking across campus in these!

I'd be a footwear luminary.

When he calls himself a luminary, he's only halfway done talking.

But how will I pay for them?

I could use my intellect to pen prestigious essays,

or steal the copper wiring...

My dream is coming true.

I got into medical school!

Medical school.

What do you mean medical school?

I applied to medical school and Acme.

But I got put on the waitlist at Festeroon.

Someone must have dropped out.

So I'm in!

I'm gonna be a doctor.

It's the only decision I've ever been sure of.

You're going to medical school?

Oh, It'll be sad to leave my two best friends.

I am everyone's best friend.

But only in the sense that I am the best at being a friend.

So...

We're excited for you and support you 100 percent.

Aw! That means a lot, Buster.

Medical school, here I come!

I'm so happy for you.

I'm so sad for me.

What will I do?

Hamton's so sweet, so kind, so... not Plucky.

He's also the only one who has the Wi-Fi password memorized.

Oh, you did the right thing. Supporting Hamton to his face,

then coming here to cry hysterically.

It's not fair.

Why doesn't Acme have a medical school?

Oh, talk to Professor Coyote. He might know.

Good idea.

After I do a little more crying.

Professor Coyote?

Why isn't there a medical program here at Acme Loo?

Every toon has looney DNA.

This DNA allows toons to bounce back after being

clunked, smacked, sproinked, and doinged.

But a small percentage of toons have damaged Looney DNA.

Don't worry. It's a very, very small percentage.

And there's a dedicated team of toon doctors to help.

So Acme Loo doesn't have a medical school

'cause so few toons need medical attention?

I guess that makes sense.

Thanks, Professor.

Hypothetically, I suppose if one did want to alter Looney DNA,

one could mix acalooney, toonpentine, half a pinto bean,

four parts reverse cartwheel, heat it for 46 seconds...

But what maniacal toon would want to mess with Looney DNA like that?

You're gonna be great at medical school.

Just be yourself. A much more confident version of yourself.

Those classrooms are cold, so take this scarf.

I knitted it myself.

Knitting's not my strong suit.

It's wonderful.

Good luck. Write whenever you can.

No pressure, though.

If you're too busy to write, just write and let me know.

Love you! Miss you!

My friend is gone!

Uh, just hold...

Now it's just me, Plucky, and an empty bed!

That's right.

An empty bed.

Buster, you're brilliant.

No, no, I take that back.

I'm brilliant!

We can rent out Hamton's empty bed on Toonbnb.

Fast, simple cash and I'll finally have my Duckram Threewebs!

Finally? You learned those shoes existed yesterday.

There's no way you're going to cut it in the hospitality biz.

For the shoes of my dreams,

I will keep calm in the face

of the irrational general public.

You may have given up on yourself,

but some of us still have businesses to run and shoes to buy.

Even with these fancy sheets and the aromatic diffuser,

it still smells like Hamton.

Hamton, mmm.

Was he the toon that left school

after the mysterious clock tower fire or the nervous pig?

The pig.

Who are you thinking of?

Our first guest.

Dearest Hamton, a decision was set forth in front of you.

And as much as I respect the bravery it took to go,

I must admit,

as every minute passes, I hope it nearers us

to cross paths once again. Yours, Buster.

Ooh.

Welcome to Duck Cottage.

Ah. Just came from a swim in the pool down there that manhole.

Um, you mean the sewer?

Hmm. Where's my bed?

I'm plum tuckered out.

Hmm. This must be it.

I like that mud.

This is so exciting.

I hope there's a cure for the giggles.

Otherwise, I'm a goner.

There's no laughing in med school.

No laughing? What about chuckles?

Chortles? Guffaws? Tee hees?

Not even a snicker.

It's not the motto of Festeroon.

"When a toon suffers, so must we."

Who did this?

That's how we introduce ourselves at Acme Loo.

This is not Acme Loo.

This is a serious school with serious subjects.

And seriouser students.

Looking forward to getting to serious work.

Ahhh!

Hey, I said two guests maximum!

You're out of grape juice.

Remember the Threewebs.

Remember... Where are you going?

Don't you feel the despair?

The vacuum left by Hamton's absence.

You're going to abandon your dream

of seeing me in really cool shoes?

No, I'm going to get Hamton back.

It's awful here without him.

I don't want to ask for your help, and I'm not.

But I don't know how to speak the common earth tongue

that comes so naturally to you.

Don't make me beg, which I'm not.

But I will. But I'm not.

This is your side business, Plucky, not mine. Good luck!

Hello? That grape juice?

Get me five minutes, for goose's sake!

Let's examine the skeleton.

This is skeleton, Sven. Case study number 4332.

Hi.

A normal toon skeleton until he was blown to smithereens in a classic TNT gag.

Now what does toon biology dictate should happen

after being blown to smithereens?

Looney DNA should activate

and turn him back to a normal toon skeleton.

With the aid of a dustpan.

Precisely! But that did not happen.

Sven, describe your condition.

Uh, yeah. I can't digest flaxseeds.

No. Your other condition.

Oh, yeah. My toon DNA

didn't turn me back to a normal toon skeleton. So...

What's the cure?

Cure?

No, Hamton. Our job is to treat, not to cure.

If we cure toons, why would they need medical professionals?

You sound just like Dr. Witch Hazel and her bonkers theories.

No laughing, huh?

That was definitely a snicker.

Witch Hazel's got silly ideas about curing toons.

Well, I don't think curing a toon is a silly idea.

I think it's a good idea.

You do, huh? Well, since you think so, It must be the case.

I mean, I've been a medical professional for 30 years,

but it's your first day. So, please, why don't you lecture me?

So, how do we treat skeleton Sven's ailment?

Give him an ergonomic chair.

Help!

Is there a doctor on campus?

Injured toon.

Oh, no. You're hurt, huh?

Ow. My toon bones. I need a doctor on campus.

How could Acme leave a student so exposed?

So defenseless?

Ow!

Toons don't get hurt.

What's this about?

Hamton got into Festeroon, and I miss him so much.

If Acme had a medical school,

he could study here to be a doctor.

It's hard to have a friend leave.

I was sad when Mildred left the biker club

because she got arrested...

by the piercing gaze of a handsome platypus.

Before you know it, you'll come to terms with it.

You're right, Dean Granny.

Of course I am.

I'm always right.

Leave those fake bandages.

Diane Hogbus has a hole in her tire.

Ah, what do we have here?

A fresh medical student?

No, don't turn me into an animal.

Uh, I mean, a different kind of animal.

Ugh, all those basic witches have ruined our reputation.

We don't sit around hexing in pointy hats.

Oh, sorry to barge in, but I heard you laughing.

Oh, no. Did Dr. Clyborne hear? He mustn't know I was laughing.

- They're afraid. - Why?

I have a theory about a cure for toon ailments,

but no one wants to hear it.

I do.

Of course you don't want to hear my ideas, because I'm a woman!

Sorry. Force of habit.

I'd love to tell you.

I believe the cure to all toon ailments is laughter.

The building block of looney DNA.

If I could only test it, I'm sure it would work!

But if I tell my boring colleagues,

I'd be out of a job.

Ooh, I'm parched. Be right back.

Beep, beep.

Beep, beep.

Ah.

All right. I'm back. Hit me.

Alley-oop.

Oh, Babs. What's wrong?

I don't know.

Why can't I bounce back?

I got no squash and stretch.

Hey, look out!

Someone's just throwing anvils around campus.

Babs!

What is happening?

None of these toons are bouncing back from their usual gags.

We need a doctor!

Ah!

I need... We need Hamton!

Huh?

Hamton!

Buster!

It's so good to have you back in my arms.

I missed you.

You did? I missed you.

I don't want to freak you out.

But there's a medical emergency in Acme.

Dizzy's tangled up in knots.

Calamity's all bent out of shape.

Fifi's a wreck!

And they're staying that way!

None of the students can come back

from looney hits and smashes.

That's a lot to process.

You're the only one who could save the entire school.

But I've only been here for a week.

The only thing I really know how to do

is button my lab coat correctly.

Please come back, Hamton.

Everybody needs you.

Especially me.

Okay.

Come on. I know someone who can help.

What are we gonna do?

Time to test some theories.

How long is this song?

Eight hours.

Ooh, check out time.

Pack your things.

It's time to go far away from here and never come back.

Dude, you've been the best host I've ever--

Foot future, here I come!

Oh, my. This is worse than I thought.

What do you think, Hamton? Can you help 'em?

That's Dr. Hamton.

- And yes, I can. - Whoo!

Stand back.

Something's missing.

Laughter! The building block of Looney DNA.

Sweetie, make Buster laugh.

Coming right up.

Quack.

Oh! Hamton, do something.

I can't lose her!

That should have worked.

I followed Witch Hazel's equation exactly.

Eyes off, buddy.

What are you laughing at?

This is innovation.

Oh, yeah. Stand there in your old-fashioned shoes.

Toes all disorganized and touching one another.

Something's happening.

Whoo-hoo. Hey!

I can squash and stretch again!

Babs, you're all better!

That's it.

It's not just laughter.

It's the patient's laughter.

You, duck. More. More!

Finally, someone who appreciates innovation.

That was amazing.

You saved everybody!

Yeah, I did!

Which I guess means you're gonna go back

to Festeroon now. Which is totally cool.

I mean, we can make long distance work.

You do you, bud.

After seeing Witch Hazel forge her own path,

I know what I want now,

And I want laughter and giggles with my pals at Acme.

That's the best news I've ever heard.

I am so bad at making goodbye scarves.

I suppose I can support this

as my Toonbnb business has revealed that...

I don't have the patience

to deal with the general public.

Welcome back, Hamton.

He's still wearing the shoes.

Oh, sure, you laugh at a visionary.

Those wacky kids.

Oh, no, you don't.

It is back to nemesis management therapy for you.

Welcome to Acme Loo's first medical school class.

Today's lesson is about the femurus laufficus.

Otherwise known as the "funny bone".

That tickles.

Ah, that's what I love to hear in medical school.

Dizzy?

Dizzy love medical terms.

So fun to say

dermatologic, electrolyte! Whee!