I, Toon
Warning Speech to Cartoon FEUDers
By Mary “Mel” O’Deeze, President, Friendly Enemies Using Discretion
Great news Toons! Road Runner survived emergency surgery and is out of the ICU. Using an Acme magnet the size of a piano, a crack team of veterinarians, led by Dr. Hartman of Quahog Hospital, extracted two pounds of birdshot embedded in Roadie’s glutes. Road sends heartfelt meeps.
Just yesterday, using staples and a glob of Bazooka, the same team reattached Squidward’s tentacle after it was severed by a crab cleaver. This having allegedly occurred during an interlude of zany hijinks outside the Krusty Krab. We are pausing investigation until Patrick and SpongeBob tire of pointing at each other and saying “Jinx.”
These reckless incidents MUST stop. I refer to Rule One of animated feuding.
Maintain a perpetual stalemate of theoretically infinite duration.
Or at least thirty episodes. You don’t like it, try South Park.
Our feuds mint cash, and that’s without residuals. Mr. Leghorn! You of all gallinaceous avians should appreciate the risk of killing the goose that laid the golden egg. Your latest prank, drumming on Barnyard Dawg’s noggin with a pair of nunchuks well past the point where floating stars and Xs marked his diminishing consciousness, was way out of bounds. Lose the drawl, Fog, we’re not filming.
As for Wile E. Coyote. Our psychiatrist attributes his break to the extreme stress induced by serial epic failures to nab Road Runner. Had we reflected on Wile E.’s increasingly desperate tactics, we might have intervened. Attempting to deflect a boulder with a cotton parasol does not suggest cognitive stability.
Wile E. is in treatment with Dr. Lucy Van Pelt, who fortunately was in. We will provide unlimited nickels as required. You may send gift packages, but to avoid triggering flashbacks, ensure they are not marked “Acme.”
On that topic. We have a moratorium on Acme firearms. As any toddler knows, the shotgun Wile E. used on Road was supposed to fire after Wile E. stuck his snout in the barrel. We have used variations on this gag dozens of times. Wile E. tries to shoot The Roadster, the gun won’t fire, Wile E. sticks his snout in. Blam! Wile E.’s regenerative ability exceeds that of Wolverine. All in good fun.
Acme certifies every weapon it produces is useless on Road Runner. Harvey Birdman over in Legal is calling the plays here. While we all love watching Wile E. rub his paws with delight when the Acme package arrives, our quants think the beta risk is too high. After Acme rolls out Six Sigma, we may revisit their catalogue. Until then, foam blasters and Mento rockets.
Mr. Fudd. Don’t be a schmuck. Bugs is a franchise player. You are getting weckless. We do sympathize with your ceaseless humiliation by a wabbit who not only has an IQ that dwarfs yours, but has built a career on coolly poking you until your veins pop.
That said, your contract stipulates that you are a) gullible, b) incompetent, and c) dumber than rock salt. We rotate in Yosemite Sam and Marvin the Martian to provide you R&R. If you continue to abuse your hunting rifle, we will swap it for a Nerf Super Soaker and may even deal you to Beavis and Butthead. Known hereabouts as the “Tenth Circle of Hell.” Know why? You don’t want to find out, buster.
Let me touch on a few other troublemakers.
- Tom and Jerry, we have always given you creative discretion. Everyone loves the one where Jerry sticks matches in Tom’s feet and lights up. But decapitation with an egg slicer? This is not Reservoir Dogs. Lose it.
- Sylvester Pussycat Sr., Tweety is just a canary and in Episode 19 you came perilously close to looking like the cat who ate one. We’re putting you on a vegan diet. Sufferin’ succotash.
- Daffy, Daffy, Daffy. Love ya’ Daff! As our first screwball character, you have loads of leeway, but swallowing nitroglycerine is not only dethpicable, it’s driving our insurance premiums through the roof. Stick to Blair’s Ultra Death Sauce. At over one million Scovilles, it will turn your irises crimson and your bill may explode, but you won’t be a write-off.
I trust I’ve made my point.
Oh boy. Elmer? Elmer, easy now. Elmer, lower the wifle.
Security? We’ve got a Code Silver. Yep, Fudd again. Get Bugs out of here. Stat.
That’s all folks!





