The utter and complete fascination of the blasphemousness mark on his grades engulfed the young puppy as if he'd witnessed a train wreak. An A. It wasn't an A+ it was simply an A. He stared quietly at his report card before young, twitching, trembling eyes glanced towards the professor whom had given it to him: Wile. E. Coyote.

"...This...This is an A. This is not an A+. Do...Do you have any. Idea. How. Hard. I've. Worked." Chaos stammered quietly, while the professor chuckled quietly and shook his head.

"Chaos, M' lad. You've been a fine example of a coyote. You never gave up once even after that incident with the electric wood chipper. You're motivated, clever, and innovative, and determined, but you simply did not catch anything! You're lucky to be getting that." He explained, and smiled warmly, regardless of the trembling and violent quivering that took place in his pupil. Chaos did not move.

"Alright Chaos, listen, if you can catch me, say, a rabbit in the next ten minutes before school is out for the summer, I'll give you an A+ " The coyote laughed, and slowly Chaos narrowed his eyes, turning towards the door to the class room, grumbling quietly, something about going to the gym supply closet. Wile wasn't really paying attention. The school year was almost done and over with and he had far more things on his mind that one disappointed young pup.

"Ahh lets see...Babs?" He called, and a plucky, pink bunny hopped up to his desk.

“Babs. Your work in my class has been exquisite and I’d like you to take this note home to your mother in regards to enrolling in my advanced Predator and Prey class next semester. I think you’re very gifted this field and have quite a bit of potential.” Professor Wile explained proudly, peering over his desk at the pink bunny who stood before him. Babs smiled brightly, with the emphasis of her happiness bouncing in her toes. She proudly took the sealed envelope from the professor and nodded her head happily.

“Thank you Professor Wile! I’ve never gotten a recommendation for an advanced class before!” Babs beamed happily, her fuzzy puff ball tail flickering behind her, twitching in shock at the phenomenal praise she’d received. The coyote smiled himself and nodded his head sagely, templing his fingers on the desk.

“You’ve deserved it Babs. You should be proud, that – HOLY COW!” The coyote exclaimed, eyes widening when Chaos casually drew himself up behind Babs. She wasn’t paying attention in the slightest, dazzled with dancing stars in her eyes at the praise- so she was caught completely off guard when Chaos swung the baseball bat he was holding as hard as he could, and cracked it across her skull. Four times.

Panting, the puppy held the bat in one hand, and reached down to fetch the rabbit in the other, holding Babs up by her ears with a fearsome snarl crossing his muzzle.

“PROFESSOR! I caught. A damn. Rabbit. Where’s. My. A. Plus!?” The puppy snarled. Wile took a moment to poise himself, baffled and stunned by the violent display and simply shook his head in bewilderment.

“I…Y, You just clubbed her over the head. I mean, Good grief man, you just clubbed a little girl over the head!” The coyote sputtered. Chaos glared quietly.

“NOT ENOUGH?! OK! ALRIGHT DUDE! FINE!" Chaos shrieked, and drew the bat over his head again, bringing it down with another solid WHAP HOW ABOUT NOW- ...Or do you need to see me hit someone else?” The puppy snarled darkly, a frenzied look dancing in his eyes. The professor gave a sheepish grin and grasped Chaos’ report card from the stack next to him and hastily scribbled down a bright red + mark next to the A on his grading sheet.

“Right! Right! A plus! T, that was…t, that was…” Wile stammered, looking for the right words to use. Chaos glared.

“Innovation, dedication, and motivation. Every thing you taught me about hunting.” The puppy growled. Wile stared in awe, his mouth dropping open in silent protest.

“Where does the baseball bat come into play?”

“I made that part up. “Chaos growled. Babs blinked a few stars from her eyes and slowly climbed to her feet in a dizzied, wobble of steps.

“W, whu happened…” The bunny whimpered. Chaos glared at her quietly.

“I cracked a baseball bat across your little pink skull.” The desert dog snorted. Babs blinked her eyes out of sync, trying to get Chaos into focus and slowly shook her head.

“W, what? Why?”

“It was immensely satisfying. “ Chaos remarked with a deadpan snarl. Babs staggered forward a moment, and then back, trying to clear the stars from her head.

“I…I think I’ve brained my damage.” She whimpered. Chaos turned towards her and nodded.

“Probably something that can be fixed with another whack to the head. Works like amnesia I think. Trust me, I’m a genius.” The boy explained and cracked the bat across Babs’ skull again, dropping her to the ground immediately.

“I’m pretty sure that’s not how it works Chaos.” Wile winced, watching the boy poke the bat at the girl who’d disappeared out of view.

“But are you- positive?” Asked the puppy, slowly turning towards his professor with a gentle bubble of foam spilling from his lips. Wile grimaced.

“Nooooooo, but-“

“Better to be safe than sorry!” Chaos snapped, and swung the bat again.

“I can’t remember my name!” Babs whimpered from underneath the desk.

“SEE! AMNESIA!” Chaos exclaimed. Wile Sighed. He was very, very glad the school year was almost over.