"Can you toss me one of those pillows?" Kung Pao laid on her bunk, staring up at the gray brick ceiling that would be her new home for the forseeable future. "Mine is all flat. Plus you have like four of them!"

Chung rolled around underneath his blanket and let out an obnoxious whining sound. "Yeah but you get the top bunk! At least let me have the pillows!"

"You have FIVE. Why do you need FIVE pillows? I have one. Just let me have one!" the orange duck yelled back, sitting into an upright position and pounding her fist onto the mattress.

"Oh will you two just shut up already? Some Toons are trying to sleep!" from across the cell block, a chubby red dog in his own cell was in his own bed, half-asleep as for the fourth night in a row, he had to listen to the sibling bickering. "Stupid Anti-Toons. All of them, Anti-Toons." he mumbled under his breath,

Kung slipped out of her bed and onto the floor below, walking over to the solid steel cylindrical bars she grabbed a hold and pressed her face in-between, squeezing her cheeks and making a silly looking face. "Oh, I'm sorry. Is me talking keeping you awake you elitist, money hog? Blah blah blah blah! Look how loud I am! Don't think I didn't hear that Anti-Toon remark. You're the one who got arrested for campaign fraud and Anti-Toon behavior. I wouldn't talk you old curmudgeon!"

"Will both of YOU be quiet? Some Toons need their beauty sleep!" Chung retorted, burying his face into one of his many pillows.

Pulling herself away from the edge of the cell, Kung walked over and grabbed one of the free pillows and slammed it into her brother's head. "You want to sleep? I'll help you sleep. I'll hit you nice and good, right here."

"How did I end up in here with all of you?" a fourth voice called out into the darkness of the small jailhouse where the five Toons were being held. "I shouldn't even be here in the first place. If you two could have just told me you needed Walter snuffed, I'm sure we could have handled it a lot easier!"

"I didn't want Walter "snuffed", idiot. We were trying to kill that stupid monkey. Then that stupid dog had to screw things up. We would have been home free! I could have married into the family and we would have had all the jellybeans we could handle. Then we wouldn't need to rely on your stupid check-writing scam! Gosh, all of you are idiots!" Kung screamed out.

McCarthy rubbed his temple and tried to ignore the chaos around him. The former Retroville Council Leader, and Mayoral candidate had been arrested on several charges; Campaign Fraud, Anti-Toon behavior, fraud, money laundering, among other things. After his failed election, an investigation was opened into his activities due to the whistle-blowing of his former campaign manager Eli Action. It had been a shock to the political world; corruption in politics? Unheard of. While only sentenced to ten years in prison, only three months had passed in this wretched place he now called home. It must have been a cruel joke to throw him in with the very Toons he despised most. He was McCarthy Josephson, he should have his own private prison with tennis and a spa. However he would get out of here someday, at least that's what he would tell himself. "When I get out of here I will make sure to come back and laugh at all of you, squabbling away like peasants over a bread crumb. Pathetic."

"Yeah right. Just wait. When we break out of here, I'm going to make sure to send somebody and they will scream just outside of your window at night to keep you awake, you old hogey." Chung snidely remarked, tossing one of his additional pillows which softly landed on the floor a few feet away. Kung quickly ran over and grabbed the pillow before retreating back to her bunk.

"Let's just all go to sleep. Nobody is getting out of here any time soon. We best learn to live with each other." James added, frustrated. How did things come to this? He was untouchable just a few short months ago. Now all of the work he had done to turn FEDORA into a powerhouse was undone, and now defunct. The organization had been dissolved and assets used to donate to worthwhile charities meant to actually help Toons.


"Hey sweethearts, I'm back again. Sorry I haven't visited in a while." Sam sat down near two colorful gravestones with a bouquet of flowers and gently placed them down single file on the small patch of grass in front of them. "Roses, your favorite. Look, they even had the pink ones this time. Can't remember the last time they had pink roses." the brown dog removed his hat and placed it on the ground next to him. "You know, I've been doing some thinking. Funny, right? Me thinking? You don't need to tease me, guys. Anyways, I've been thinking about how I've been living in my life since you guys were lost. I've been so petty and angry. This isn't the Toon either of you would have wanted to me. I've taken my pain and anger out on everybody else. But not anymore. I want to be somebody you two could be proud of. I'm retiring from being a detective and am going to start working for an organization that helps victims of crimes to get their lives back together. I really think this is a great opportunity for me. Anyways, I just wanted to say I love and miss you guys. I think of you every day. I hope you both remember me when I join you someday."

Over in the distance, a pair of rabbits were standing in front of a different gravestone. "Walter Edwards" the orange rabbit chuckled before spitting on it. "Good riddance."

"Yeah, I still can't believe you ever loved this guy. What a loser, am I right?" the yellow and blue rabbit snorted before shooting a loogy directly onto the 'W." "Have you talked to Milroy recently?"

"I haven't. He's been too busy. Besides, I kind of just want to leave that part of my life behind me y'know? I'm not going to live in the shadow of my father anymore. I'm Duchess Lorelei. I deserve better than him, and I deserved better than Walter!" kicking the gravestone, the orange rabbit sighed. "That's not doing anything. Here, do you have the spray paint?"

The yellow rabbit looked painfully at his companion and was taken aback. "I'm surprised, Lorelei. Do you really think I, Dumb Dumb Dumb Rabbit would leave the house without at LEAST two cans of spray paint? Who do you take me for? I thought we were friends." reaching into his pocket he pulled out a pair of identical steel cans and handed one to his friend. "I'm ready when you are."

"Hmm. What should we write? Loser? Cheater? Stinky?" Lorelei pondered.

"How about all three?" Anti began to spray without warning onto the concrete slab. "Take some of this, and some of this!"

From behind the chuckling pair of Toons, a strong voice bristled out a short warning. "I'd stop that if I were you!" the pair turned around and were faced with a large, older dog wearing a tan jacket and hat. "Defacing a grave is a horrible thing, and I'd hate to see two young Toons have their reputations destroyed. Listen you two, revenge doesn't help. All it does is make you bitter and angry. Let go of whatever feelings you have and move on with your life. You'll be better in the long run, I promise." before he could continue his speech, the pair had darted off, surely to create more chaos. "Eh, whatever. Not my problem anymore."


"Hey Paul, how about a churro?" a tall red horse with a party hat pointed to a colorful stand with crowds of Toons walking here and there. "Can't go to Silly World and not get a churro, right?"

"Heck, just one? I could eat twenty churros!" Paul joked as he started running over through the swaths of Toons. "Race you there!" The pair of brothers had fulfilled their promise to go to Silly World. Although both horses were in their late thirties, nobody would have been ever the wiser. Although just months before the two had been political opponents, the two were still best friends. "Could I please get a churro?" Paul asked of the attendant.

Eli snorted. "What happened to the twenty churros? I guess you don't have the stomach for it. Ma'am I will take twenty churros."

"Oh yeah? Ma'am I will also take twenty churros! Make them extra churro-y!" Paul interjected, nudging his brother out of the way while chuckling.

As a long line built up behind the two horses who scarfed down each churro as quickly as they were provided, Toons watched aghast and in awe at the scene unfolding. These two horses were really going to eat twenty churros? Could it be. The crowd forming began to chant out each successive stick of cinnamon and sugar. "Fourteen!" they called out as Eli slowly took the lead, his brother struggling on his twelfth.

Out of nowhere, Paul found a second wind. Grabbing two churros, he shoved them in his mouth, like tusks in a walrus. Both of the treats slowly dissipated into the realm of Paul's mouth. "In your dreams, pal."

The growing crowd watched in awe and aghast as the brother horses continued their daunting task. By churro number nineteen, the concrete walkway of the Silly World theme park, the confectionery crumbs had taken their toll. As both Paul and Eli finished churro nineteen, they each grabbed their final challenge. With aching stomachs, Eli groaned out. "You're not beating me this time, buddy!"

"In your dreams!" each horse continued with the technique that had provided them the success they had endured. Paul by tearing the churro in half and eating the first half, while Paul shoved the entire thing into his mouth and chewed relentlessly. "Ra-Ra-Ygd-Los" the blue horse tried to mumble through a mouthful of food. One last cheer broke out among the crowd.

"It's a tie!" the churro attendant yelled out, as both horses fell to their butts and laid on the warm ground, staring up at the sky.

Rolling over, Eli stared at his brother. "Did I just really let you challenge me to eat TWENTY churros? Why did we do that?" laughing he groaned as a sharp jab hit his side.

"I thought we could finally settle who is truly the better brother. However I think we have come to the conclusion that neither is the answer. Because we are both awful Toons for holding up these people." Paul rolled over near his brother. "Hey, how about hitting the teacups? I really need to give my stomach a break if you get what I mean."

"Alright! Race you there!" Eli got a head start, rolling like a freed log down the freeway towards the pair's next ride.

"Hey, no fair! Wait for me!" Paul yelled out, calling after his brother. A pair of thirty something year old horses, rolling through the theme park. A true sight to see.


"Good afternoon. Welcome to the Acorn Acres Reanimation Agency, where we will do you write! How can I help you today?" The perky pink and purple deer sitting at the counter was bursting with energy.

"Hello. My name is Anna - er, Wacky. My name is Wacky Banana. Sorry, still getting used to the new name. I have an appointment for a re-write?" the yellow monkey stood, head slumped, slightly embarrassed to be here. After all of the chaos that had been their life since Walter's death, Wacky wanted nothing more than a fresh start. When she had found out that she was the intended victim of Kung's crime, it had scared and depressed her. After all, somebody died because of her. If she had known about everything she gladly would have dumped Walter and he could have moved on with Kung. After all, it was better than somebody dying.

The deer shuffled through her filed until she pulled out a folder and nodded. "Ah yes, Miss Banana. Err, Mr. Banana. I see you are here for a gender change. Now there are some things I have to go over, some documents to sign. You know all that legal mumbo jumbo."

"There's no need. I've already made my decision and understand the consequences. This will be the best thing for me I think." Wacky walked over and signed all of the documents with no second thought.

"Fantastic. Well we have a few minutes before they will be ready. A reanimation is such a great chance to start over. I actually used to be a black cat, and I have never looked back. Any big plans for afterwards?" the deer inquired, as she filed away each successive paper.

Wacky looked up at the ceiling and pondered. "You know. I've always wanted to get into politics. Especially after watching Mayor Flippy and all he does. I was thinking of running for Toon Council next year. I really want to be a difference maker in Toon's lives. Heck, maybe someday I could even run for mayor!" both Toons chuckled at the outrageous statement. "Thank you for your help."

"Of course. You can just head through those doors over there. Just remember, once you do you will be leaving the Old World and into a new one. Best of luck to you, Wacky."


"For all of those who have stood by my side, and those who did not. I want you to know I will continue to work for you. Because I believe that every Toon is worthy of great opportunities. We all have the potential for greatness, whether that is reached is not only up to each individual, but our communities as well. We all play a part in bettering not just our selves, but our friends, families, and fellow Toons. In these next four years, I have many plans ready to implement to bring Toontown to new heights. We will further our relationships with Funny Farms and Valentoonia. More trolley games, and more jellybeans so that Toons always have enough for not just their basic needs, but also to better themselves. Training opportunities and college will be free for all Toons, so that everybody has a chance to follow their dreams. More animation agencies will be opened so that families have more opportunities." Flippy stood in front of a massive crowd, delivering yet another impressive speech.

Sitting behind the elected mayor was the blue dog's daughter, Cupcake. Zoning in and out of the speech that Flippy had already rehearsed with her several times, the pink cat continued to write in her journal. "Hey honey. Do you know another word for intelligent?"

Leaning over, Mark who had been laser focused on Flippy whispered to his wife. "Wait, are you still writing. Don't you want to listen?"

"Oh come on silly. Dad made me listen to this several times. I could probably go up there and rehearse myself. Like he even needed the practice, he has the best speaking skills of any Toon I have ever met. Besides, this book isn't going to write itself." Cupcake chuckled. "Now come on, thesaurus. I need that word!"

"How about brilliant?" Mark responded. "I thought you were just writing some fan-fiction? Did you start something new?"

Cupcake closed her notebook and pawed at the Telemarketer. "Hey, no teasing me. I'm just starting slow. I write some fan-fiction and it gives me the practice I need to continue writing. Someday I will publish a novel though."

"And it will be fantastic." Mark smiled warmly as he placed his hand on Cupcake's thigh. "Anyways, it looks like he is wrapping up. I'm sure he'll be looking to you to see how he did." sure enough as Flippy finished up his first speech in his fourth elected term, he turned and looked at his daughter - his best friend in the world - and smiled. No matter what happened, no matter what difficulties were on the road ahead, he had her and she had him.


Deputy Skids sat on his couch with Susie as they watched the young green cat crawling around on the floor. It was just a few weeks after Rosie's first Christmas and it had gone even better than planned. Deputy had taken a few months off for paternity leave to be with his family and was soon set to return to work. They had just found out that Reessess and Wiggle were going to be having their own little Toons, although they would not reveal anything else. Sipping on his hot chocolate, Deputy chuckled as the small cat toppled over and continue trying to crawl from her side. "Not like that sweetie. You're getting there though." he softly let out.

"She's getting so big so fast! Gosh, she's going to be walking before we know it. What's gonna stop her from just walking out the front door and disappearing into the wilderness?" Susie asked, half-joking, half-concerned.

"Well I'm sure the legions of woodland Toons will take her in and treat her as their own. Then someday, years later, she will return with all of the skills nature has to offer. She won't speak in anything but grunts, and we will have to rehabilitate her back into a civilized Toon. It's just basic parenting, honey." the green dog joked as his wife lightly slapped his shoulder.

The doorbell rang, and Susie jumped up immediately. "Oh yay, they're here. I'll get the door!" the pink cat hopped over the back of the couch and walked over to the door. Opening revealed surely enough two older cats. "Hey dad! Reessess! Come on in, its chilly!" pulling the snow brushed Toons inside, she helped them remove their jackets and placed them on a hanger.

Shivering, Reessess and Wiggle walked inside and sat next to the small fire in the living room. Immediately, the excited Rosie began crawling towards her grandparents and gurgling. Being picked up by Wiggle, he spun her around and booped her nose. "You know, Susie. I think she might be even cuter than you were when you were her age."

"Well she is a queen after all. She is the perfect little baby!" Reessess added. Pausing for a moment, she looked at Deputy and Susie who were staring at HER expectantly. "Oh fine, I guess you guys want to know."

"Um, yeah! So did you decide on a boy or a girl?" Deputy pleaded.

Reessess huddled with Wiggle and they whispered to each other. Finally they released and Wiggle nodded. "So, we're having a boy."

"We're also having a girl!" Reessess quickly annexed to Wiggle's statement.

"Wait, you're having both! Two babies at once? Oh my goodness!" Susie nearly fainted with shock.

Wiggle walked over and hugged his oldest daughter. "Honey, no need to worry about us. We're not having both of them at once. We're going to have the boy first, and because I am weak-willed and gave in, we will be having the girl after. Probably spaced out by about a year or so. I think we can handle it."

"Congratulations, guys!" Deputy walked over and hugged each of the cats. "It'll be nice for Rosie to grow up with some other family her age, not surrounded by all us boomers, you know."

"Hey, I'm not THAT old." Reessess joked. "But I am glad to be a part of such an amazing family. Even you, Skids." Deputy stuck his tongue out at the cat.

Everybody sat down, joined by Susie who brought out two more cups of hot chocolate. "You know, I really think things are as good as they can be. Life is just really good. I just don't see how it can get any better." Deputy waxed poetic.

"Absolutely. We finally have peace. We finally caught the killer. No more cogs? An amazing family. I think we're finally on the green grass on the other side of the fence. I love you all." Reessess cuddled up next to Wiggle. Mirrored by Susie and Deputy. On the floor, Rosie had found a couch pillow and had laid on it, quickly falling asleep near the warm fire. Outside, a light blizzard dusted the peaceful world with its blissful snow. It was truly, a killer ending.