Ok, so...

I wanted to make this short fic with my favorite Looney Tunes character, because why not?

I've seen a few fanfics where humans from the real world hop into the cartoon world and meet the Looney Tunes, but now those have ANCIENT cliffhangers. They're pretty much dead, and I don't think they're getting updated anytime soon.

I got a tad bit annoyed with seeing this happen repeatedly, and so here I am with my own. But instead of going into the cartoon world, a couple of the toons end up here - in the real world!

Let's just hope this doesn't get lost within the sea of fics.

By the way, I'm doing this just for fun.

Anyways, let's just start with this, shall we? :)

RATED T FOR SOME CUSSING


In a suburb near Chicago...

"Zachary, I'm home!"

A man in his 70's declared stepping into the house from the garage. He took off his shoes and placed them next to a line of other footwear, one pair of them being his son's. He walked through through the kitchen and to the bottom of the stairs across from the main entrance, leading to the second floor. Here, he waited patiently for his son to come out of his room and give the old man a hug. A few moments later, a bedroom door opened and a brown-haired teenager rocking pajamas stepped out and noticed his father. His lips didn't form a large smile, but the dad knew that he was happy to see him just from his face.

Zachary went down the stairs and approached him, embracing him in a hug. His dad was now more content than he had been since a few hours ago, when work was starting to wear off on the senior. He smiled as well, having a brief moment of time with his boy.

The teen decided to speak first, since his dad was probably within a sea of contentment in his mind.

"Hey, dad."

The father heard his son talk to him, and replied to him. "Hiya, Zachary. How are ya?"

Zachary was urged to answer his question, and mentally sighed. Yet, he managed to retain his politeness. "I'm good, how about you?"

His dad smiled even wider hearing his son communicate with supposed fondness. At least he would always prove his worth. "I'm good as well, thank you."

The two let go from their hug, and stood apart from each other. The father figure continued the conversation wanting to talk about how each other's day went, but today was no typical day home from work. He'd recently bought a rather iconic automobile, and wanted to tell his son about the newfound car.

"Alright, um...son, before we do anything, can you come with me to the garage? I have a surprise for ya."

Zachary raised an eyebrow at his dad's request. It wasn't normal that his dad would have anything special for him, not that he was a harsh parent, but because they were simple people. His dad and mom found no reason to follow any new trends whatsoever. He agreed with their opinion on the latest manias, but he had to admit that sometimes he got pretty eager to experience one himself. He fancied to see just what made these things so hyped for, like a new Apple product he was sure he could never afford. Oh, especially those 'AirPods', too.

He snapped back to reality as he saw that his dad had already left for the garage, and strolled after him.


Zachary opened the door and went wide-eyed to find out that there was indeed a surprise in store.

Situated in the middle of the garage was an intact, pristine orange Plymouth Road Runner. The chrome all over the vehicle contributed to the clean look of the car, and it appeared as if had been used in one of the southern states for the entirety of its existence. Getting up close to it, he saw that the leather looked just as good as the outside. There were hardly any visible cracks from getting sat on in the long term. The dash had also received a wonderful treatment. The plastic had been polished and shined. Even the passenger-side image of the car's namesake appeared to just have been painted, as no decomposition could be seen anywhere on the plaque. Zachary moved over to the engine (which he didn't know much about) and popped open the hood. That had been wonderfully restored too, and best of all, it was the mighty 426 Hemi.

Overall, it was a marvelous machine.

The high-school junior shifted his gaze to his dad, who had his arms crossed and a grin on his face. "Dad, this is pretty cool. How'd you get this, especially with the Hemi? You've been looking for a good deal on one for years."

The dad merely shrugged. "I just happened to come along this one just about two days ago, got this beauty for around forty grand. Fifty thousand on the odometer. The owner said that he had to get rid of it right away."

"Who would give up such thing, like, it has a Hemi! And it has low mileage!" Zachary was puzzled as to why the seller would be willing to give it away for an astronomical deal.

"I asked him why, and he said that apparently it has a history of... " his face turned grave. "...causing paranormal activity."

The teen raised an eyebrow. 'How can a car this good be haunted?'

Seeing the facial expression his son displayed, his father continued. "According to some reports, the first owner who purchased it back in '69 complained that the car would sometimes honk on its own. Twice, to be exact. The poor guy got so freaked out that he called in a few paranormal investigators to see if any black magic or something was bound to the car. They found absolutely nothing. Then a few months later in October of that year, he called the cops saying the car not only had done the strange honking again, but now the headlights would flash correspondingly. They arrived at his house and... didn't believe him, to say the least."

He coughed and cleared his throat before he proceeded again with the lore of the hooptie. "Twenty-two years later in '91, the family of the first owner sold the car to the second owner. It is rumored that in '93, the car strangely accelerated by itself over a-hundred miles an hour. Even weirder than that, as said exactly by the man himself, 'it eventually slammed the brakes and the horn beeped exactly two times'. The honking issue became quite common at this point, and when Plymouth did a check on the car, they said that the horn was fine. Not that long after in '95, the car got sold to the person I bought it from. For as long as he can remember, the car not only affected every drive he had with it but also his whole life. Mainly it was his experiences that were the oddest. And son, you wanna hear one of the strangest things that happened? It was a major contributor to why he sold it to me."

Zachary, who had been listening intently to his dad's words, subconsciously leaned in closer in interest. "Yeah?"

His dad rested his back against the hard wall of the garage. "In May of 2015, he was going to take the car out for a drive, but mysteriously wasn't in the garage. He rushed to his phone to call the cops and when he came back, it was... back there like nothing happened."

"...Nah, I don't believe that." Zachary shook his head.

"That was his words, not mine."


The next few days were fairly normal. The dad kept going to work as usual. But now with the muscle car in their possession, he'd adivsed Zachary that he needed to keep watch on the thing every few hours. Both father and son didn't believe the spooky stories behind the vehicle, but a voice in the back of their minds made them wary nevertheless. From self-honking to sudden disappearances, the tales described of the unusual car made the two secretly feel like they were on thin ice. It was like that car was a serial killer, though there hadn't been any reported fatalities linked to the car. That also included any deaths literally surrounding it. The teen's dad said he saw the actual archived documents of the claims, but he later assured him that nothing was going to happen.

Or at least, they thought.

*shuffle*

The teen had just placed the spoon back in his nearly empty cereal bowl when he heard a muffled noise coming from the garage. His head perked up, and his eyes darted to the metal door that connected the kitchen to the garage where the car was kept. Everything suddenly became eerily quiet to his ears. The noise sounded too obvious to be something other than his imagination. There was somebody, something was in the freaking garage.

*shuffle*

Yup. Definitely something was moving in there.

Whoever had broken into the house that way were most likely here for the top-trim muscle car that was stored within. So he quietly yet swiftly got up and grabbed a knife from the kitchen counter while keeping his eyes on the door. With the sharp blade in his firm grip, Zachary slowly tiptoed over to the door and placed his ear next to the metal, but could hear nothing anymore. He suspected that whoever was bustling in there might've perceived him approaching. He'd seemed as if he'd blown his cover. Today, however, was not the day for theft to go down on his property. Who dared to laying a greasy finger on his Plymouth, in front of him?

He breathed in then out for a moment before he held the knife up high and laid his left hand on the doorknob. As soon as he made contact with the steel knob, he yanked it open, causing the door to noisily strike the doorstop. After a few seconds, the lousy sensor on the garage door opener was triggered turning on the only two bulbs of light available.

Zachary froze.

If people could see his appearance at this very instant, they'd say he was as inanimate as a statue. Along with that, his stilled blue sleepwear and (impressively) messy hair didn't budge an inch from his force on the door.

Standing in the center of the concrete floor of the garage was no longer a land-yacht. Instead there stood a figure, a very inhuman one, that sensed the teen's barge-open of the door and turned to face Zachary's position in the middle of the doorway.

It was a remarkably familiar cartoon bird. Its beak beamed with pure, friendly cheerfulness as it stared curiously at the comparatively expressionless human being.

The blue bird cocked its head, then rightened itself up as all it did was utter one famous sentence.

"Beep Beep!"


So... that was ridiculously short, I'm super sorry.

But this is my first fanfic. Like I said before, I'm only doing this for fun.

I need GOOD reviews in order to keep this going, so pleaseeeeeeeee?

'Ight, imma head out. See you all next chapter.