- ♪ We're tiny ♪ - ♪ We're toony ♪
♪ We're learning to be looney ♪
♪ And we'll be famous sooney At the college of our dreams ♪
♪ We got our admissions ♪
♪ Important for tuitions ♪
♪ Fulfilling our ambitions With our faculty esteemed ♪
♪ At Acme Looniversity We'll earn our toon degree ♪
♪ The teaching staff's Been getting laughs ♪
♪ Since 1933 ♪
- ♪ We're classmates ♪ - ♪ And roommates ♪
♪ We paid The out-of-state rates ♪
♪ Let's grab the books and go Class is about to start ♪
♪ They're furry They're funny ♪
♪ We're Babs and Buster Bunny ♪
♪ Their comedy is funny ♪
♪ And their friendship's Guaranteed ♪
♪ Hamton is worried And Sweetie's a tough birdie ♪
♪ And if you're lucky Plucky is the perfect... ♪
Frenemy!
♪ So here's where The greatest toons ♪
♪ All got their humble start ♪
♪ There's quite A lot of history ♪
♪ For teaching looney arts ♪
♪ We're tiny, we're toony We can't wait to be looney ♪
♪ Ring the bell Let's all come in And join the fun ♪
♪ And now class has begun ♪
Aw.
Picture day, today! All right!
What is this?
What's all the ruckus?
My alarm didn't even go off yet.
No, no, no, no, no!
A pimple!
And one that talks!
Not on picture day!
Oh, picture day!
Is it too late to get my hair done?
Not today.
Wait! I'm not ready.
There's so much to be done.
You don't want a scar, do you?
Pop me and you'll always regret it.
Argh!
It takes most toons eons to perfect manipulating mirrors.
I, of course, am a natural.
Mmm-hmm.
Ha, ha.
My hair has to be perfect for picture day.
What do I even wear?
Pictures are a lot of pressure, and I don't do well under pressure.
I fainted the last time I tried to poach an egg.
I'm not worried.
You should be.
This is the most important picture you'll ever take.
This photo will solidify your place in Acme-toon history!
I've got pictures down.
I've had the same haircut and do the same pose every year since middle school.
I got this.
Get a load of this one here, class.
You're overconfidence about picture day
reminds me of a young, naive Bugs Bunny.
Wow.
I'm flattered.
Not a compliment.
Pulled this out of the confidential files headed for the incinerator.
This is Bugs Bunny
before he found his signature look. Ha!
That's Bugs.
He looks like a gangly mess.
Yes, he does.
He looked like this in every single photo.
That Bugs Bunny was destined for obscurity.
But then Bugs reinvented himself in his first picture for Acme Loo,
and we all know what happened next.
Fame, adoration, beloved celebrity,
blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.
So, one picture really made him into a star?
Everything's on the line here.
My career, my... My passions, my dreams!
I need a new look for picture day.
It worked for Bugs.
Remember, kids, your Acme Loo school photo must be perfect
or you'll end up some nobody that no one will ever remember.
Ever remember!
Ever remember. Ever remember.
And that is how a professor earns a half day.
Whoo-hoo!
Ahhh! I need to get rid of this pimple!
Oh, no. I look the same in my photo every year.
I think my style might be boring!
No, no. Your style is what boring wears when it has a job interview.
Maybe I do need a new look.
You just need a makeover.
I could give you a new haircut in no time.
You'd do that for me?
Yes. As your friend
and as an artist.
Cool, cool. Yeah.
- Um, Plucky. - Hmm.
Would you be my awesome friend and help me pick a new outfit?
Oh, buddy. I'm so, so sorry.
No.
I'm very busy collecting these abandoned mirrors
and filling them all with me.
Professor Coyote.
I need something for this pimple.
It's kind of an emergency.
That's a little dramatic.
Um, okay.
Thank you very much!
Okay, kid. Take a seat.
Hope you're ready for a hair-venture.
I'm really excited to see what you do.
I need to know.
Do you trust me?
Um, yeah.
Good. 'Cause I'm an artist and you are my canvas.
And I want you to know I would never do anything to hurt my canvas.
Unless it somehow made sense for the art.
Now, what do we have here?
Float cream. Mmm.
Growth cream.
These are weird face creams.
Ah-ha! Shrink Cream!
See you never again, pimple!
Ow!
No!
I'm shrinking. I'm shrinking!
Yes, you are.
Oh, no. Oh, no.
Oh, no!
Well, well, well.
Looks like the tweezers are in the other hand now, sis.
"Mega shrink cream."
"Shrink it all away"?
"Trademark!"
Should have read that first, huh?
Do I look memorable?
Perfect timing.
I'm almost done with Buster.
Oh... Oh, my.
Oh, wow. I've really outdone myself.
It's perfect.
I accept all forms of praise for my art.
Verbal, applause, some sort of official certificate.
Whatever's easiest for you.
- Do you love it? - I love it.
It looks just like yours.
What do you think, Hamton?
I think what Buster said is 100% accurate.
Oh, you're right.
I broke the first rule of great hair-art.
You need an original look.
Yep. That's the only issue.
But I don't wanna waste any more of your time.
So, I'm just gonna scooch on over to another hairstylist.
You can go over to Clip Clubs.
Ask for Dot. Tell her to give you the Soup Bowl.
No! I can give you another look.
I know just what you need.
Should I tell her I'm not a fan of her hair-art?
I don't know, Buster.
One time I mentioned her spaghetti sauce could use a teeny dash of salt,
and she pretended not to know who I was for three weeks.
Good point. I guess we'll give this another shot.
Maybe we could do something a little more me.
I got you, buddy.
Um, good luck.
Is there a volume-shrinking cream around here?
My ears are so sensitive.
If you hadn't shown up, I wouldn't be a teeny-tiny toony.
I wouldn't have had to use the shrink cream.
I would have had the perfect picture day,
and I wouldn't have gotten barbecue sauce on my favorite sweater.
How is that last one my fault?
It's not. I'm just upset.
I was just sitting here, enjoying my life,
filling myself with gunk,
and then you came along,
poking at me, and jabbing at me,
and slathering me with shrink cream.
Wait a minute.
There were other creams in that box.
Yes, there was a cream for that and one for that.
And there was a growth cream!
Oh, great plan, Babs.
We'll just stroll on over from here to there!
Hmm?
Sweetie, why are you using so much hair dye?
Buster, trust is the foundation of any relationship,
and any hot dog you eat at a stadium.
Ooh!
Huh? It seems someone has purloined the perch for my posterior.
Buster, did you...
You look like you lost a fight to a lawnmower.
I'm only halfway done.
If Plucky doesn't like it, it must be a great cut.
Now for the detail work.
Great!
I left my best trimmer in my nest.
I'll be right back.
Not one word.
I have four.
Acme Loo picture day.
What am I gonna do?
At this point, I'd probably just start over.
At a new haircut?
No. At a different school.
Not helpful.
I can't tell Sweetie that I don't like what she's doing.
It's not my style.
I'm a supportive pal.
The easygoing friend.
Can't relate.
But what about the photo?
And though, it will in no way even begin to rival mine,
what about your career?
Just tell her what you actually think.
No! I can't.
Being honest is the best way to get what you want, Buster.
Repeat after me.
It's fair to share that Sweetie ruined my hair.
It's fair to share that Sweetie ruined my hair?
It's fair to share that Sweetie ruined my hair.
It's fair to share that Sweetie ruined my hair!
My goodness. I think he's got it.
Oh, okay.
Hamton lose bet.
Eh... No. It's for picture day.
This photo's going to affect my future.
Which is really important 'cause, um,
that's when I'm planning on doing most things.
Uh, hate to break it.
Future, not bright.
Try this.
Wait a minute.
I'm not the governor of Yum Country.
This mean Dizzy not eat garbage chips?
No. You can have those.
I might be tiny, but that doesn't mean I'm not mighty.
What are you mumbling about?
I've got to plan.
I hate to break it to you,
but this pimple doesn't do physical activity.
I'm more of a lone drone kind of girl.
Yeah, okay. Don't worry.
I'll be doing all the heavy lifting.
First, we scale my desk.
Good luck pulling that off.
Can I finish?
Once we're on top of the desk, we've got hop our way across the keyboard,
then speak past today's lunch.
After that, we scale my books to get to my dental floss.
Well, one of my dental flosses.
From there, I hook us up to a harness.
We zip-line over to the bedpost.
We repel down to the bed and make our way to the growth cream
by 3:00 p.m.
Picture's at 3:05.
No problem.
I have two problems with this.
It sounds dangerous.
And I don't like it.
Why don't we just accept that we're floor folk now?
I could see myself living down here, putting down roots,
learning to work the land.
You ain't calling the shots, pimple.
See? Gum gloves and gum shoes.
That's disgusting.
And I'm a pimple.
This is our ticket.
Up there.
The gum's losing its stickiness.
Ah-ha! We did it!
I mean, I did it!
Mmm-hmm.
Okay, we're almost to the growth cream.
Just need to get to the floss which is right there.
Oh, no. I forgot about my soda.
I don't like the look of that carbonation.
Nothing a little me can't handle.
Gotten this far! The rest is nothing.
Now you're just showing off.
Yes!
Huh?
- You saved me! - You saved me!
All right.
All we need to do is use this to zip-line over to the bed and we're done.
Oh, no! Just a tiny bit at the end.
I can't do nothing with this.
Curse you, dental-hygiene routine!
It's fair to share that Sweetie...
Were you saying something about me?
Yes. Buster thinks your haircut...
Is a gift! A real gift.
Thank you.
- Where are you going? - Me?
I have a picture to take.
Opinions to express to toons who need to hear them.
Good luck, Buster.
I really meant that.
All right. Let's finish this masterpiece.
And there.
Bro, I did such a good job.
You like it that much?
I do. I really do.
But, I think, um...
I think it's not for me.
I just wanna look like myself!
Why didn't you just say so?
I didn't wanna hurt your feelings
when you were just trying to help me.
Hurt my feelings?
Buster, I know everyone is not going to like my work,
and that's okay.
But what about your spaghetti sauce?
What about my spaghetti sauce?
Nothing, nothing.
It's okay to be honest with me.
Sorry for making you go through all this, Sweetie.
No prob. So, you want me to fix it?
And by fix it, you mean...
It's all my fault.
Mama told me if I studied hard in school,
I could have been something respectable,
like a birthmark.
But I cut corners, and now I'm just an annoying pimple
ruining a nice bunny's picture day.
I just wanted my picture to show me as a great director.
It must be pretty important to look good when you're a director.
No, it's not about me looking perfect.
It's about showing my authentic self.
And that authentic self, the real Babs Bunny includes you, pimple.
If I had two extra pores, I'd be crying out of them.
I have an idea to get us out of this mess.
How good are you at origami?
The best.
- Hmm? - Uh-huh.
You did it, Babs.
We did it.
Leftie, loosey.
Righty, tightie.
Whoo-hoo!
Sweetie, this is amazing.
My hair looks perfect.
I look like me.
You ready for that photo, bro?
Yeah, bro.
None of these looks work for me.
Hamton, right.
Hamton go as Hamton for photo.
Really?
If I don't need a costume, what have we been doing?
Dizzy get nachos. Hamton get self-discovery.
Hmm? Oh.
I'm ready.
Next.
Huh?
- Uh... - Next.
Next.
I'm here.
They're here.
The photos that will determine our entire tooning careers.
Ooh, ooh. Let me see!
My classic look never fails.
We look great.
Can I see the pics?
I'm cute.
Okay, so we used too much growth cream.
Professor Coyote said it'd wear off in a week or so.
Giant fingers crossed.