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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 ♪

Gotta warm up for tonight!

- Ooh, I love boy bands! - You do?

Why is that so surprising?

They've got everything!

Harmonies, intricately choreographed dance moves,

unapologetic optimism!

Yep, Babs and I will be enjoying all of that tonight at 8 o'clock.

That's tonight?

Uh, it's not even in my calendar.

How did this happen?

I can't make it.

I made plans with Sweetie tonight.

I got us an extra-extra-extra-large size

of looneyberry chocolate swirl ice cream.

It took three delivery toons to get the tub into our dorm room.

That's okay.

Hamton can go with me.

Uh...

How many people at the venue?

Five hundred.

Oh! Nope-a-dope-no-antelope thank you.

Fifi!

You wanna watch really talented rabbits sing their tails off?

Merci, I would love to, but alas,

I cannot see that particular boy band.

Uh, why not?

Two of the members are exes.

Okay.

I'm gonna find someone to go with me to the concert.

Your bell-bottoms are so cool.

Thanks, they're from the '70s.

Vintage? Bummer.

I would love to have a pair.

Ah, yes. But it is so sad you never will.

I know she likes us, but it really doesn't sound like she likes us.

I heard Professor Coyote is having a [stutters] garage sale.

Maybe there will be some vintage clothes there.

Let's do it!

I don't see any clothes, just old machines.

Ooh.

If Mother could see me now.

What's that?

A time machine?

We gotta get this.

Time travel is serious business.

We have to be very careful not to mess with the timeline.

The smallest thing could have a ripple effect

that screws up the future, or even worse, our very existence!

But it could also be really fun.

Yeah.

Ice-say, ice-say.

Wanna come with me to the Bunniez II Rabbitz concert?

Ooh, sorry. Dizzy prefer classical music.

Sorry, buddy.

The pollen is ah, ahhh...

Mm-mm-mm.

Proceed.

Achoo!

I've asked so many toons, but everyone's too busy.

Excuse me.

I'm trying to enjoy my eventless free time.

You don't wanna...

Don't you think the music is too loud?

The food is expensive and disgusting!

And on top of that, you had to get seats behind a lion!

Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no, no.

Weirdo.

Hey, Professor Coyote.

I wonder... You don't like boy bands, do you?

Wish you could invent me a friend

to join me at the greatest concert ever tonight.

Wait, what is it?

A cloning machine?

Me, going to the concert with me?

Nope. Hmm...

There's not one time travel thing

that won't mess up the entire tooniverse as we knew it.

Hello, I heard you had looneyberry.

That sweater.

It's so bright.

It's so asymmetrical.

It's so perfect!

If only you could have such a sweater.

But alas, the only way you could find another

is if you magically poofed into the past.

Magically poofed into the past?

Challenge accepted.

And there's no way buying clothes

could mess up the time continuum.

Exactly.

I never cared about clothes,

but this sweet vintage has me thirsty for thrifting.

Oh, sorry.

Time to clone me a new friend, me.

It's me. With way better hair!

Hi, Buster. I'm Buster.

Look at us. We're so handsome.

This is great.

A friend who's never gonna be too busy for me.

You know it, bro.

I'm your friend till the end.

Which, by the way, is exactly 24 hours from now.

You must de-clone me before my counter reaches zero.

In the meantime, let's have the time of my very short life.

Whoo-hoo!

I can't believe you're only here for one day.

That's how it works.

Only 24 hours of this clone.

Let's make the most of it!

- You're on. - Ah!

- You ready? - Let's get vintage.

Maybe we went a little overboard?

Nah.

Le gasp!

Princess sleeves from actual princesses?

Capris from Capri?

Oh! You are true vintage queens.

Please, oh, I must have some of these treasures.

Should we open a vintage store?

Two self-reliant businesswomen disrupting fast fashion

with a time machine and a dream?

It's almost too perfect, right?

But we can only bring back clothes.

Anything else might disrupt the timeline.

Zounds, where am I?

I was about to unveil my latest invention, the pencil sharpener.

Uh oh, this guy might have snuck into the future.

Eh.

The world isn't gonna fall apart

without pencil sharpeners.

Hold out your pencils, everyone!

Here comes the Pencil Reaper.

All hail me, the Pencil Reaper!

The only way to sharpen your pencil

is through my death blades!

Yee-haw!

All hail the Pencil Reaper.

I made peanut butter waffles.

No way, my fav.

This is awesome!

- You thinking what I'm thinking? - Of course,

Oh, brain freeze.

Clothes from any year? Get it right here.

Dress for any time, you'll feel sublime.

It's all the rage, from any age.

Do you have anything that screams "car hop and jitterbug"?

One genuine 1950s poodle skirt coming right up.

Here you go.

Parfait. But do you have it in a larger size?

You bet.

Le gasp!

Vintage in multiple sizes?

Incroyable.

Oops, I think we snagged this when we were in the '40s.

It's just a carrot.

Ugh, you're in the way of my security rounds.

Eh, that's what I'm talking about.

Ooh, I'm off to Palm Springs, ya varmints.

Uh, hey, bunny man. Take my luggage.

It's an honor to drive Acme's top toon.

Oh, no.

This is the carrot from Bugs Bunny's first picture.

The carrot that made him a star.

And now the top toon is...

- Yosemite Sam! - Yeah, baby.

Oh, I am the biggest Yosemite Sam fan.

Okay, so Yosemite Sam's popular now.

We'll just be extra careful with the time continuum from now on.

Yeah, extra careful.

Finally, a friend who also loves combining the sport of parkour

with the art of jackhammering.

Jack-kour!

Whoo-hoo!

I only have 45 seconds left.

Let me say this.

It's been a pleasure being your clone.

It's so hard to say goodbye to me.

Right before we're de-cloned,

we involuntarily make sad puppy eyes.

Part of our genetic makeup.

Anyway, go ahead. Push the button.

I can't do it.

I can't de-clone you.

You complete me.

You had me at "I can't de-clone you."

Let's have fun forever.

And ever and ever and ever.

Why?

Welp, I'm off to go ruin our good name.

Um, uh, okay. Well,

that's not like my clone.

Let's take a little peek at the old manual about, uh,

breaking cloning protocol.

"A clone that isn't de-cloned in 24 hours

will turn [shouts] evil!"

Oh, no. He isn't my clone anymore.

He's my evil clone!

I created a monster!

Has anyone seen, uh, me?

You got a lot of nerve showing your face here

when you're still in the Loo Bru

pelting blueberry muffins at everyone.

I'm doing what?

Mmm.

You make Dizzy not enjoy a food fight.

Now me question everything.

I really should have read that instruction manual sooner.

Oh, yeah.

Hey, buddy. What are you doing?

Destroying your good reputation with mischief and mayhem.

Oh, Buster! How could you?

The special fur-conditioning shampoo you gave me wasn't shampoo at all,

it was purple hair dye.

My beautiful stripe.

Now I look like a, a, a common cat.

You wish you could be as hardcore as me.

Pretty soon, this whole campus will hate you.

Cool, cool, cool. What if instead of that,

we go back to the room and get you de-cloned?

Fun, right?

Or how about a better idea?

How fun would it be to extinguish

joy on the entire campus and blame it all on you?

Yes. So fun.

Would you excuse me for a moment?

That doesn't seem right.

Sorry.

Hamton, is that you?

Yes.

I need your help capturing

and destroying my evil clone.

Uh, uh, sure thing.

I just have to find my pants.

Oh, shoot.

Are they invisible too?

I'll never find them.

This is going great.

Yeah it is. Wait your turn.

Babs, Sweetie, my clone has gone evil.

Sorry, Buster.

Just got a giant shipment of togas coming in from 395 AD.

Rome is having a huge going-out-of-business sale.

Okay? I love that for you.

I gotta go eliminate an evil look-alike.

- Bye. - Bye.

Ooh, if they love togas,

then they are really gonna love tricorn hats.

The Declaration of Independence?

We keep accidentally bringing back stuff that messes up the time stream.

Okay, so things are a little more British.

That's no reason to shut down a thriving business empire, is it?

Okay,

we single-handedly wrecked the time-space continuum.

Shut it down.

There's gotta be one toon on campus

who isn't too busy to help me.

Evil clone running amok?

Yeah, how'd you know?

I got the instruction manuals for my new espresso machine

and your cloning machine mixed up.

Read about half of it and made one truly terrible cappuccino

before I figured it out.

My evil clone is on the loose and I need to catch him and destroy him.

Why didn't you say so?

You had me at "catch a Buster clone and destroy him."

Huh, your natural dislike of parts of my personality

is actually really useful in this situation.

Glad to be of service.

Clone Buster.

You are a disgrace to the Buster Bunny virtues

of chillness and not being a doofus head.

There will be no de-cloning. Evil out.

He used Jack-kour to destroy the cloning machine!

Lucky for you, I'm an expert at Jack-kour.

You like Jack-kour too?

Time to be hard on myself.

You don't wanna destroy me.

I'm your clone.

You need me.

What'd I miss?

I don't need an evil clone.

Not when I have a friend like Plucky

who's just as annoying and only slightly evil.

Yeah. Overly simplistic way to describe me,

but I appreciate the attempt.

You plebs will never catch me.

We're losing him.

We've gotta do the move.

Not the Jack-Jammer-Javelin.

That's the hardest move in Jack-kour.

Trust me.

Whoa.

Whoa!

The move!

We only have one item left to return

to its rightful place in the past.

Should we keep it for posterity?

- Nope. - Okay.

We are officially closed for business.

I'm gonna miss making money hand over fist.

But I'm glad everything is back to normal.

Did you set the time machine to self-destruct

so no one else will be tempted to use it for financial gain?

Yep. In ten seconds, this baby will be history.

Is that Buster?

Oh, this is fun.

No!

Buster?

You don't know me.

You think I'm evil.

You think I'm here to destroy everything you love.

But what you don't know is--

No!

No! Why?

Uh, Babs?

Sorry.

Uh, you know that was my evil clone you sent back in time

and not me, right?

Oh, I know.

I just really get into the drama sometimes.

I owe you an apology.

Always.

But I am curious. What for, exactly?

The concert.

I should have just asked you in the first place.

Then none of this would have happened.

I guess I assumed you'd be kind of complain-y

and maybe critical of the music,

not like the seats.

You're absolutely right.

But I would have loved to go with you.

Oh!

Hamton, have you been here the whole time?

Found my pants.

Ugh, hmm?

What?