- I'm gifted.
I'm just slumping over with talent.
I can sing.
(vocalizing)
(laughing)
(Looney Tunes theme music)
Lucky thing for you I was able to come along.
You seem kind of helpless by yourself.
(car horn honking)
Eh, pipe down!
(car horn honking)
One of those jokers that drives with his horn.
- Well, he probably wants to pass us.
I'll pull over.
- Oh no, you won't.
You'd let that little pipsqueak pass us?
What are you, chicken?
- Hey now, stop that.
(tires skidding)
(car horn honking)
You let go of this wheel. (slapping)
- I'll fix the little squirt.
(car horn honking) (brakes skidding)
(smashing)
- Now you crazy duck, you've really got us into trouble.
- Trouble smouble.
I'll take care of this little joker.
All right, junior, come on out of there.
(smooching)
(barking) (panting)
Wait.
Grant me one last request.
Let me say farewell to my wife and kids.
Please.
- Gosh, I didn't know you had a family.
Sure, I guess it will be all right.
(pounding) (chanting)
(coughing)
(crying)
(spitting)
- Farewell Cecilia.
So long, Sylvester.
Goodbye, Lathrop.
Adios, Stanislaus.
(sobbing)
- Gee, kids and everything.
I couldn't shoot him.
I just feel like a rat.
(mischievous music)
- Oh, give me that gun.
(painful yelping)
(squeaking)
Hmm.
Ha!
- I simply gotta fix that light in the base, base, cellar.
It's probably a loose wire or something.
- What are you doing, just looking for an accident?
What if that candle blew out and you fell down the stairs?
(blowing) (clattering)
(smashing)
- Drat it, where's that candle?
- Stay right where you are.
I'll get you another one in a jiffy.
(curious music)
Here's your candle.
- [Porky] Thank you.
- How naive can you be?
- [Porky] Oh, Mr. insurance salesman?
- Yes?
- [Porky] I'm wondering if you'd give me a hand.
- Why, certainly.
A salesman never'd miss a chance to endear ourselves
to a potential customer.
- [Porky] Here's the trouble. (hissing)
- What can I do for you?
- [Porky] Hold this.
(hissing) - Oh no.
(explosion booming)
(engine gurgling) With me,
it's not the principle of the thing.
It's the money.
(engine whirring)
- Now how do you suppose this rope got untied?
(cracking)
(water gurgling)
(blade whirring)
(crashing) (pan rattling)
(boinging)
- Yoohoo, see you in the city, slicker.
- Sure, city slicker.
Sure, city?
Hey, that was Bugs.
He's ahead of me.
I'll have to take a shortcut,
and head him off at the pass.
Ha, there he comes now.
He probably thinks he's miles ahead of me.
It is to laugh, ho ho, ho ho.
Huh, what's this?
To start avalanche, pull key stone.
Only a dirty rat would do that, or a dirty duck.
(whistling)
(boinging)
So that's the way he wants to play, huh?
A million bucks is a million bucks.
(whistling in air)
(smacking)
- Well, well, hi there Daffy, old buddy.
- Don't old buddy me.
I'm ahead, and I'm going to stay ahead.
I'm way out in front. (laughing)
Old Daffy's doing it.
Look at me, pulling out ahead.
Winning is a breeze.
I'm way out a. (gulping)
(screaming)
- I wonder if Daffy will remember that he can fly.
(thudding)
(skidding)
- Why, this is amazing.
You're just the type we've been looking for.
Ah, that PRO-FEEL, them looks.
What's Errol Flynn got that you haven't got?
Don't answer that.
- I'll bet you're only saying that because it's true.
- First, a little lipstick.
Now for some finishing touches.
(smacking)
Now the script.
All you have to do is run up that road
and jump over that wall, understand?
Quiet, quiet on the set.
I said quiet, quiet everybody!
Quiet, quiet, eh, shut up!
Action!
(perilous music)
(crashing)
And in this corner, a duck who needs no introduction,
that outstanding exponent of clean sportsmanship,
the champion of champions, your friend and mine,
our own, our beloved Daffy, good to his mother, Duck.
(crowd cheering)
No rough stuff.
None of this, or this,
or this, or like so, or this, or this, or this.
You understand?
- Yeah, you mean none of this, or this, or like so,
or this, or this, or this, or this, or this?
How about a little of this?
- Absolutely unh-unh.
- Say, doc, are you trying to get yourself
in trouble with the law?
This isn't rabbit hunting season.
- It's not?
- No, it's duck hunting season.
- That, sir, is an unmitigated fabrication.
It's wabbit season.
- Duck season.
- Wabbit season.
- Duck season.
- Wabbit season.
- Duck season.
- Wabbit season.
- Duck season.
- Wabbit season.
- Let's try that again.
- Okay.
- I'll start it this time.
- Right.
- Wabbit season.
- Duck season.
- Wabbit season.
- Duck season, fire.