I'm back!

Yes, I know you've all missed me! Let me get a big round of applause *nobody claps* ! Well…Okay, but I do hope you enjoy this. As few of you know, I have another account here, which I've been skipping between it and this one throughout last year. I'm going to be finishing my Tiny Toons stories here first, and maybe my active story from the Looney Tunes archive. I made a plot structure for the rest of this last night, so this story should be around 14 chapters…but hey, maybe there's a sequel in mind?

Thanks to those who've been reviewing in my absence.

Enjoy!

Furrball was walking to the Looniversity. It had been about a week since his talk about the tutoring sessions with Sylvester. Monday morning, he'd be able to see his current chemistry grade within the hour, hoping that by now it would drop to a D. He had put off all his homework assignments, as well as his classwork. Seeing as he had no parental supervision to see to it that he kept up with his studies, he felt it as though he had absolutely nothing to lose. There was Sylvester of course. He was the closest thing Furrball had to a father, and he knew that he would be getting quite the lip from his mentor by the end of the day once he knows about his English grade, but of course…he would understand, wouldn't he?

The school was within walking distance of his alley home, only six blocks…long blocks… He was about half a block away from Acme Loo when he was already able to hear the chatter of students. The janitor always said that the kids were 'loud enough to be heard in Loonsville', though, he never took it seriously. Maybe this was why he got along with adults well; Furrball never spoke. Sooner than he thought, the blue cat was able to spot Calamity in the midst of roaming toons. The grey pup skittered over to his friend, pulling out a sign.

Have you seen your weekly grade average in Professor Wiley's class?

Furrball shook his head, growing hopeful. Calamity of course wore a frown, yet a look of surprise. If he was warning Furrball about what the blue feline would normally consider an outrage, why was he acting so excited about it? The coyote ignored the thought, walking up the stairs to Wiley's classroom, where a gathered group of students were crowded around a sheet outside the door with Period 1's weekly grades. Furrball shoved his way to the front, ignoring the callings from angered students that were pushed out of the way.

'Ryan Thomas Cat…67%...D+'

Smiling to himself, Furrball pushed away from the crowd of students to find Calamity. The coyote held up a sign for him, Well? Why aren't you mad, you never get D's? Furrall smiled slightly, pointing to his wrist, and then holding up four fingers, as if to tell him 'I'll tell you at lunch', their fourth period. Calamity held up a second sign, Just write me a note in class. Furrball nodded, walking into the classroom to get his things out.

Other toons began to file inside, taking their respective seats. Calamity was among the first, taking his seat beside Furrball, who was busy writing a note explaining his intentions. He knew that Calamity was going to think of him a fool for doing something so destructive to his grade just for a girl, but Furrball couldn't shake the feeling that this would all work out…with the slightest stroke of luck…

By the end of last period, the cat tried to make a speedy getaway, instead getting pushed aside by the other running classmates, leaving him the last to leave Sylvester's class. He tried again to get away before the inevitable call from his mentor, as he HAD to know by now about his grade-

"And where do you think you're going, Busthter?"

"Shit…" mumbled the blue feline to himself as he turned around to face Sylvester. His mentor had his arms crossed, holding up a single paper to Furrball, a displeased look on his face. Fixing the paper in front of him, Sylvester began to read aloud.

"Ryan Thomasth Cat…or, Furrball… Let's sthtart from the bottom, in my classth… A+, A, A+, A-, B+… and your first period, Chemisthtry classth…D. Am I the only one who seesth something that doesn't belong in the grade listh?"

"Um… Well, maybe you are…?"
"I'm being stheriousth, Furrball. You're the most advancthed student I've mentored in yearsth. I'm assigning you a tutor, and pleasthe tell me that by nextht month, you'll be back to an A, or a B."

"I…I promise."
"Good. I'll sthee you tomorrow, Champ."

Furrball gave his mentor a shy smile, waving shortly before leaving the classroom. It saddened him to make his mentor so upset, but he could easily raise his grade. He had done the assignments, but hadn't turned them in, for speedy make-ups. He was walking in the almost empty main hallway of the Looniversity's main building, only to be stopped by a shrill female voice. He turned around at her call to him,

"Um, Hey! You, whatshisface with the blue fur and stuff!"

It was then that he turned around, expression rather surprised. It was Shirley McLoon of all people, one of Fifi's friends from the in-crowd. He pointed to himself in question, a baffled expression upon his features,

"Yeah, you. I need to, like talk to you."
A nod of the head, as he approached her.
"Listen, you've really freaking obvious, just to, like, let you know."
He tilted his ado the side, shrugging and shaking hi head in confusion,
"Oh, yeah I forgot you don't talk and junk.. Anyways, you really need to stop staring at Fifi all the time. It's creepy."
Furrball quickly shook his head, as if to tell her he hadn't, as his muzzle reddened tiny bit, clearly noticeable beneath his blue fur.

"Don't give me that, I like, know that you have a puppy crush on her."

"On vous?" questioned a familiar French skunk, stepping up from the side of both of them. Shirley smiled at Fifi a bit sheepishly. Furrball had an awestricken look on his face, hoping Fifi didn't fear any of this. The purple skunk looked from Shirley to Furrball, giving him a small smile,

"Monsieur Cat, my mentor told me t tell you that I'll be tutoring you in Chemistry."

Furrball couldn't believe his ears. His muzzle reddened again as he smiled at her, nodding his head, and gesturing to his wrist.

"After school on Wednesdays and Thursdays, from 3 to 6. I'll see you tomorrow, No?"

Furrball nodded quickly, his smile growing as he waved and started home.

Fifi and Shirley started in another direction, towards the latters house. Fifi frowned a bit to herself…what had Shirley been saying to Furrball before she walked in on the conversation? She decided to ask her friend,

"Shirley…what were vous saying to Furrball, before I came?"
"I told him to stop staring at you and junk. You should have seen the ways he eyed you, Feef, it was like-"
"What do vous mean? How was he looking at me?"
"Like, all over! I like, swear he couldn't take his eyes away. Doesn't it creep you out at all?"
"Well, he eez kind of, how vous say, cute."

Shirley looked at her friend with a hint of disgust. This was the weirdest thing she's said ever since the announcement that she had dated Hamton, which of course, was no longer. Fifi couldn't help but blush just a little bit at how Shirley said 'all over'. Sure, it was a bit odd, but at the same time, it felt nice to know. She shook her head. Fifi would be able to find out a little bit more about him at their tutoring session tomorrow…

Well, here's a chapter! Hope to post tomorrow, or Saturday, so please leave a review! Tomorrow featured ore Shirley, more Calamity, and of course, the study date between Furrball and Fifi!

As a suggestion, would you mind terribly if I stopped writing out the French accents and Sylvester's lisps? It's a shear pain to see so many little red squiggly lines under all the words in the chapter, as much as it's tedious to write it out in the first place. So, if you don't mind, I'd like to give them regular dialogue, with you imagining their accents/speech impediments.

Thanks for reading! Reviews greatly accepted! Artwork greatly accepted! Suggestions greatly accepted! Also, I'm thinking about a sequel once this is over, POSSIBLY with an M rating, but it's very up in the air right now, seeing as this story isn't close to over. Please review for me because I'm a whore!

-The Crowing