I wrote this before the end of the year, cause I wanted to write another Babs and Buster story, what with them being all huggy snuggily together. But I lost my zest for the concept and scrapped the project. Originally, Montanna Max wants to build a new Shopping mall where Acme Forest is, and when he's denied permission, he tries to burn it down. Babs and Buster get caught in the flames, trapped in Buster's burrow, and in their last moments, examine how they truly feel about one and other. Touching, but not really good for 'comedy.' I kinda wanted to have a light hearted approach but I figured I was going about it all wrong. Then I couldn't figure out what I wanted, decided, screw this, and then played Call of Duty till my legs went numb.

"“Buster…I…I’m scared.” Barbra whispered hoarsely, her voice riddled with terror, trembling as it wheezed past her lips, her fingers clutching at his chest, looking for support that wasn’t there. Buster wanted to comfort her- truly he did. He wanted to tell her things would be ok, and this wasn’t the end and tomorrow they were going to laugh over ice cream. But the words wouldn’t leave his lips. They couldn’t as the fire outside of his burrow raged wildly and without end. It had destroyed half of the forest already and now they were next. The sole survivors of Acme acre’s worst blaze in history; hiding in the closet and sniffling in each other’s arms.

Buster wrapped his arms tighter around her body, holding her closely, while the fire burned without mercy outside the burrow, tearing into the ground with a roaring rush of fury and fire. Biting his lower lip, he gently rolled his fingers across Babs’ sweat soaked brow, pulling stray strands of fur from her pretty face. She glanced up at him with tear soaked eyes and helplessly shook her head.

“B, Buster…Buster I don’t…want to go.” She sobbed quietly, as the door outside the little closet began to grow hot.

“Babs…I never…never told you this but…I…” He coughed, the smoke was beginning to fill the closet…

“Buster?” She asked, her voice growing weak as the smoke consumed the room, filling it harshly, sweeping in and suckling up every last ounce of room.

“I’m tiny…I’m toony, and you make me feel so looney…and in this (cough) cartoony…you’ve taken my heart from me. Our comic…adventures (Hack) let my soul indentured…(Cough) Our tiny toon adventures have turned to tragedy…I…(HACK)...B, Babs….I love…I love…” Buster hacked, his eyes filled with tears and smoke. He couldn’t see her anymore, but he could feel her. He could feel every inch of her squeezing against him, holding him as tightly as he held her. She crushed him in a glorious squeeze and shut his eyes, doing his best to protect her as the door splintered open and the flames licked into the tiny closet."

After this, Buster and Babs were supposed to have disappeared, and the rest of the toons approach Monty for vengeance. Buster and Babs end up in Pismo Beach of all places, having burrowed their way free during the fire. They spring up and there's lots of happy reunions and blah blah blah. Stupid story is stupid. Picture is also unfinished. Lazy Coyote is laaaaaaaaaazy