Night. The full moon was big, bigger than ever. He could see it perfectly, because there were no walls, no ceiling, not even buildings in the way; only mountains and hills. The silhouette of cacti and very few plants. There was sand at his feet.

Feet? No. He looked down and he saw paws, with sharp, dark claws and brown fur. He inspected his body and he confirmed he was covered in fur; he also had a tail, a long muzzle and his ears were long and sharp. It felt way lighter, as if he had got rid of a heavy burden. Martin…No, he was Wile E. Coyote! Why did he ever think his name was Martin? That seemed so stupid.

And in front of him, there he was.

"Treg", his lips wanted to say, but he corrected himself. No. Not Treg. Road Runner, if that was even a name. The Road Runner. There he was, with his blue feathers and his beak, the most common sight but not at that moment.

He was about to grab him by the neck, his arms were still extended, but in less than a wink, the Road Runner dashed away, leaving him a cloud of sand and dirt. When the mist disappeared, the bird was out of his reach–but it hadn't fled. There he saw it, standing on top of a hill, his silhouette on the moon. It was not such a big distance after all, because Wile E. was sure that the foul was looking at him, and he could tell it was a bittersweet expression. Wile E. didn't move, just gazed at him in silence. Then the Road Runner stuck out his tongue, making a loud sound, like "beep beep", and ran out of his sight, following the road that crossed the desert in half.

Wile E. drew a smile. That was not a goodbye. They would meet again really soon, because his mind, now free from those worldly worries and feelings, was working again on a plan to catch it and eat it. Of course, he would see it again, and there was no reason to feel sad. Now things were was they were supposed to be.

Tweety hummed a song while swinging inside his golden cage. From there, he had a perfect view of the living room: Granny sleeping on an armchair and Sylvester lying on the carpet, curled up against himself. He had thought the cat was sleeping until he stretched himself with a lazy groan.

"Putty tat." Tweety called him.

"Hm?"

"Will you miss how things worked before?"

"Nah." Sylvester scratched his back with a little smile. "Things were too complicated. This is not so bad."

"Oh, yes." Tweety looked at his cage with delight. "I wouldn't change this for anything. It was nice being bigger but only for a while."

"Home again."

"Yep…"

Tweety had been so distracted admiring his lovely home that he hadn't noticed Sylvester grabbing a chair to open the door.

"Oh, no!"

"Oh, yes!" Sylvester grinned, and introduced a hand inside the cage.

"Do that and you will sleep out in the rain." Granny said, not moving a single inch, not opening her eyes.

Her tone was so convincing even if it wasn't really menacing that Sylvester faked a smile and patted Tweety on the head.

"Do you think she even noticed…?" he muttered to the bird.

Tweety just shrugged. Not that it mattered now.

At the door, the Tazmanian Devil shook the wooden box he was trapped in with the help of duck tape, nails and rope. They were eager to send it back to whatever jungle it came from in the next airmail, it was too loud.

"Ma pigeon!" Pepé exclaimed and hugged Penelope without giving her a chance to escape.

Penelope tossed and turned, that should have been enough for him to know she didn't want his hugs but all resistance was futile. Pepé grabbed Penelope's hands and looked at her with eyes gleaming with adoration.

"I cannot believe it! This is so charming, n'est-ce pas?"

He was too close. Oh, gosh, that smell was abominable!

"We lost our memories, got different looks but our paths crossed! Oh, we were destined to be together! Isn't that wonderful?"

Penelope looked at Foghorn with a look which begged for help, but her plea was unheard, because the rooster laughed. His chest was all white, no sign of bullets or blood.

"It's so nice to see people love each other. Anyway, this' been, I say, this' been the trippiest experience I've ever had and we're gonna need some time to forget it. I'm leaving you, sweethearts." Pepé didn't listen to him, his whole world now was Penelope, and all he did was kiss and hug her and rub his cheek against hers. "No, no, don't speak. I must leave. We have gone through so much together and we'll never forget it, it's a bond, of course, but it's time to take different paths. And I have some unfinished business to attend, old friends to…Heheh…Visit."

"Le meow!" Penelope whined, and tried to escape, but Pepé was really strong.

"Ma petite!"

"Taylor Jones, huh?" Foghorn grabbed a plank and left the scene with a smile.

Left alone with that stinky skunk! Oh, no! No way! Penelope fought with all her might and got to escape from his embrace and ran as fast as she could, not looking back, and wondering how in the world had she thought of loving that thing.

"Ah! How playful she is! She puts her spell on me, leaves me wanting for more and then runs away…" Pepé clicked his tongue seductively. "I love that...If she wants to play, we shall play."

He had given her enough advantage, so there he went, jumping on his four legs, with no hurry, because he was sure that she would end in his arms again pretty soon.

The shot went right between Bugs' ears, and he wasn't frightened at all.

"Well!" he smiled. "It seemed all that Disney thing about the kiss breaking the spell really works."

"We're…back!" Elmer put down his gun and looked around.

The forest, exactly as he remembered it…The hole which was the entrance to the rabbit's house, his hunting clothes, they were animals…Now everything was familiar and finally it felt right.

"And we're alive! Oh, goodie!" but Daffy soon stopped celebrating and turned to Bugs. "You idiot! You could have get us killed!"

"But I didn't." Bugs replied.

"Wait…the witch…where is she?" Lola looked around and saw nothing but forest, no sign of that lady.

"I bet she went home, like the others."

"Everything back to its place, huh?" Daffy muttered.

"I guess so…" Lola sighed.

"Well, that was fun. And at least I got my memories before you." Daffy said to Bugs.

Bugs shrugged. "Yep, good for you."

"Yeah, everything's back to normal…" Elmer nodded slowly.

Silence.

"…And just in time for duck season!"

"Ah, that's perfect! We can just–What?! At this time of the year! Why you–! Don't listen to him! It's rabbit season!"

"Duck season!"

"Rabbit season!"

"Duck season!"

"Rabbit season!"

Lola shrugged and sighed.

"Yes. There's no place like home." She said with a tired voice, and opened Bugs' door to have some of his carrot pie. She deserved it after what she had been through. When she closed the door, she heard a bang but she didn't come out to see who had been shot. She had her own guess.

"Will you be-be-be-be alright?" Porky looked at the mouse with a worried expression.

"Sure I'll be!" Speedy replied. "I'll spend the rest of the night in the cantina celebrating we are back with my family and friends! Are you sure you don't want to come?"

Porky turned around to glance at Petunia, who was smiling from the sofa.

"Maybe another day, thank you."

"Whenever you want to, you are an amigo."

"Thanks…a-ami-mi-migo."

Speedy saluted him like a military and then, in a second, he had left. Well, that mouse was really quick! Porky took a look outside, even though he couldn't see him, and finally closed the door. He smiled at Petunia as he came close to her. His sofa, his carpet, his painting hanging on the wall and her. Everything was back and perfect.

"Did you miss me, honey?" Petunia asked him, wrapping her arms around him.

"Of course I did. Now it f-feels complete." Porky kissed her cheek and Petunia giggled.

"Uh, Pe-Petunia, darling, if you don't mind I gotta-go-gotta…"

"Of course, go ahead. I'll be right here."

Porky smiled, left Petunia on the sofa and approached you.

THAT'S ALL FOLKS! (Oh, it feels so good to be back!)