Furball’s home sat on the street of Acme Acers. Furball went in and smiled as he was greeted by his old home. Sure it was a card board box, but that’s all a cat really needed, especially when he would keep running into some not-so-good pet owners.
Furball yawned and curled up into a ball, falling asleep quiet quickly.
Furball woke up quickly, his fur standing up.
“Come out of the cardboard box…”
Furball stepped out of the cardboard box. Outside of his box was red and blue lights. Standing before him was Buster and Babs bunny (no relation). The two wore police uniforms.
“You Furball the cat?’ Babs asked. Furball nodded his head yes.
“You’re under arrest for 5 counts of assaulting and trying to eat birds.”
Furball was shocked. He tried to make a run for it but before he could Babs grabbed him by the tail and brought him back.
“Don’t try to beat the law Furball, you won’t win.” Babs said, putting Furball’s hands behind his back and cuffing him.
“Trust us, we’ve tried…” Buster added.
Babs put Furball in the back of the car, buckling him in tightly.
“Safety first, even if you are a criminal.”
Furball tried to escape, but his arms where trapped in the buckle.
“Now for a smooth ride over to the police station…” Buster said.
Buster stepped on the pedal and caused the car to go up in the air. Furball got pushed back into the seat as Buster drove quickly and recklessly to the police station.
“And they say that you need a license to drive a car.” Buster remarked.
Buster made a few sharp turns, drove upside down, and off a bridge before landing in the waiting room of the police station.
Buster pulled out a pocket watch and looked at it carefully.
“Perfect timing!” he remarked.
Meanwhile in the backseat, Furball’s hair stood up as he was scared and shaking from the car ride from…well you know the place down there. Babs opened the back door and unbuckled Furball, grabbing him and pulling him out of the car before walking him to his cell.
“You’ll be staying here with spike.” Babs said, putting him into the cell with Spike…yes the one from Tom and Jerry who else did you think it would be?
Spike sat on the bench looking down at the ground.
“Hey pal, what you in for?”
Furball shrugged his shoulders.
“Well, I’m in here for Assaulting Tom…yes the one you’re thinking of who else would it be?”
Babs opened the cell and grabbed Furball, walking him to the court room.
“You ready for your trial?”
Furball shook his head no, frighten and tried to pull away from Babs.
“Don’t worry; I’m sure you’ll do fine. You’re just going to potentially get sentence to a scary place called jail for a long time if you’re found guilty.”
Furball entered the court room, a bunch of toons were in the audience, and the jury…all birds. The judge, an eagle wearing a white powdered wig sat tall at his seat.
“Furball the cat, are you ready?” the judge said.
Furball shook his head.
“Well too bad…I got nothing better to do today and I need to get paid, so let us begin.”
“The court now calls Berry the bird up to the stand.”
A small blue bird wearing a neck brace flew up to the stand.
“Berry, were you attacked by that blue cat over there?” the judge asked.
“O-o-oh yes you’re honor…I was attacked by t-t-th-th-that thing!” the bird said, stuttering and pointing to Furball.
“So what happened?”
“Your honor, I’d rather not talk about it…just know that it was…horrible.”
“Well that seems like enough evidence for me, you can now go.”
The bird flew off, sticking his tongue out at Furball. Before the next witness was called up Furball tried to escape, but Babs placed him right back in the seat, even chaining him up to it.
“The court would like to call up Tweety to the stand.”
The yellow small bird Tweety flew up to the stand.
“Alright you bad pu-hey…you’re not Sylvester!”
“Oh I’m sorry; I meant Sweetie, please come up to the stand.”
“Getting me, me of all people mixed up with some other bird! Why I outta-“ Tweety said grumbling to himself as he flew off the stand.
Sweetie then flew to the stand.
“Sweetie, have you been attacked by Furball?”
“Oh yes! Yes your honor! I would just spend my days in my whittle cage swinging back and forth, singing to myself, when all of the sudden I would see him, climb up to the cage and try to eat me! I was so horrified, I was so scared! I’m still traumatized from it to this day!”
Sweetie then went up to the judge stand and begged.
“Please, please, please, send that bad kitty to the jail! Lock him up! Lock him up!”
“Alright, alright settle down…” the judge said. Sweetie flew off still shaking.
Furball tried once more to escape the chair but it was no use.
“Furball the cat!” the judge said.
“What do you have to say for yourself?”
“Don’t worry I got you…” Babs said. Babs changed into a lawyer outfit quickly and headed up to the judge.
“Your honor, my client is not guilty. Yes he is a cat, but he is just an alley cat, a poor innocent alley cat who has bad luck like what our intro says before a safe drops on him to hammer in the point.”
“And a good hammered in point it was indeed…”
“Please, see it in your heart to forgive Furball, he’s just a cat.”
Babs pointed back to Furball, who had a halo over his head smiling at the judge.
“Yes, but I’m afraid that just because it’s a part of his nature, doesn’t mean it’s right.”
Furball’s halo broke off as he couldn’t believe the judge's words.
“Furball, I’m sentencing you to jail for life!”
Furball lost it. He tried escaping from the seat but before he could he was grabbed by Babs and Buster.
“Don’t worry Furball, we’ll try to bail you out, but for now…”
Furball struggled, and struggled, and struggled…
He woke up in a cold sweat, still in his cardboard box. He looked around, he wasn’t in jail, and there was no police lights outside of his box.
He whipped the sweat off his forehead before his hair stood up once more, from the sound of someone knocking on his box.
Furball looked out scared.
“Hey Furball.” Buster said. Furball wanted to hide in his box, but then he saw they had a cake for him.
“Sorry to hear that your latest house didn’t work out so well, but hey...glad to see you’re back.”
In front of his cardboard box was a cake that said “welcome back Furball”. Furball smiled at the sight of it.
“Maybe some other day Furball...maybe some other day right Furball?”
Furball nodded and smiled, before munching into the cake.
Rick Ross: Hey, I’m rick ross, and welcome to the programming, I’d like to show you how to paint some cool stuff.
Rick ross points to the canvas he has up.
Rick: So here we got ourselves a nice canvas to work with, now below me.
Black, dark, really dark, darker than the black night, and did we mention the color black?
Rick: Now we’re going to take the color black and start smoothly putting it on the canvas.
RIck starts smoothly putting the color black on the canvas and in a round circular area.
Rick: Now you want to put your paintbrush in the water.
Rick puts the paintbrush in the water.
Rick: now comes my favorite part, beating the devil out of it!
Rick beats the devil out of the paintbrush before it breaks.
Rick: Oh fooey. Don’t worry about this folks, this happens all the time, luckily I bring a back up one.
Rick puts the broken thing on the ground and brings out a new paintbrush, before continuing to pain using the rest of the black colors.
Rick: and there you have it, a black circle just like in those cartoons. Now obviously nothing is going to come out of it-
The roadrunner pops his head out of the black circle.
The road runner runs out of the painting, almost causing it to go down. Just then Wild Coyote comes out of the painting.
Rick: he went that way…
Wild Coyote steps out of the painting to chase him down.
Rick: folks I’m gonna go lay down…