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“Hello, Earthlings.” Marvin leaned towards you guys from behind his stand, eyebrow raised. “I somewhat apologize if you were in the middle of something else, but I’m pleased to announce to have hold of my main rival, Duck Dodgers!” The Martian steps to the side revealing the obviously black duck we love strapped to a board.
“Yeah, okay, that was only for the way older show we’ve done way back.” Daffy pointed, unimpressed being his main expression. “Does anybody even remember that anymore?”
“Don’t they?” Marvin wondered, “I mean it’s just easier to remember that namesake.”
“Perhaps, yes.”
“Huh.”
Beep
“Yes, let’s try this again, shall we?” Marvin once again revealed Daffy, “my main nemesis Duck Dodgers in the name of Mars-“
The duck’s head was fallen back, in sleep mode.
“Oh dear. I’m sure he’ll wake up soon.” Marvin sighed, “Now as I was saying, isn’t it lovely to have-“
Daffy snored.
“You are making me very angry!”
Beep
K9 sniffed at the camera, curiously.
“Down, K9. You ain’t allowed up there.”
The alien dog leapt offscreen to allow Marvin back into his limelight. “Once again, from the top…”
“They get it, bub. Duck Dodgers (used to be in the 24th ½ century) captured in the hands of the Martian leader.” Daffy rolled his eyes in boredom, “can you just move it along?”
“Very well, only cause you asked.” Marvin aimed his weapon and fired… completely missing the duck. Another shot then another, but still no cigar.
“Seems detached today.”
Daffy blankly stared, growing accustomed to the occasional missing hits. “You know, you could always try again later.”
“Light was in my eyes! Oh you pesky- I could just pinch you!” The Martian decided on giving it one last try, “just a little more…” off went the shot, bouncing all over the place causing both toons to take cover till it hits the camera.
Beep
Marvin rubbed his head recovering from the incident, Daffy shaking his in a blur. “Not angry… just terribly hurt.”
“Make that two.”
Both suddenly jump at the presence of a noise sounding similar to whatsoever music we enjoy today.
“… ET, really?”
“It’s got good taste.” Marvin dug up said cellphone, “this is Marvin, and I’m a Martian.”
Up pops a square image to us viewers of a well known rabbit, munching on his trademark vegetable.
“Eh, what’s up doc? You been trying to torment my buddy at your place?”
“Believe me, he has.” Daffy then called out, “what’s up, Bugsy?”
“Oh, you couldn’t have picked a worst time,” the alien mumbled.
“Nah, feels like a better time.” Bugs checked his nails despite being hidden behind gloved paws, “anyways, I’m stopping by Barley’s to grab a quick snack before I happen on the scene and cause possibly a chasing sequence. Daffy want anything?”
“But, I was so…” Marvin pinched his brow, with a heavy sigh.
“Well?” The duck asked.
“He asked if you wanted anything from Barley’s.”
“Actually, I could go for their nuggets and curly fries, no dipping sauce.”
Marvin begrudgingly nodded, “says he wants curly fries and nuggets, no sauce.” He paused a small beat, “I don’t suppose you can add on that order a handful of sweet potato taters? That’d be lovely.”
“Mmm, we’ll see, doc. Cya soon, folks!”