[theme music playing]
[Porky sighs] My pencils are freshly sharpened.
I spent all night studying,
and I am thoroughly prepared
for the examin... examin... examina...
-I'm all ready for the test. -[door opens]
Testing, testing, one-two-three...
I'm gettin' me a Ph.D.!
Yeah.
Hiya Porky. Are you as ready for this test as I am?
Daffy? What are you doing here?
I'm here to take the big test. Why do you ask?
Because you never even went to one class.
I mean, did you even study?
I didn't have to. See...
I wrote all the answers on this sheet of paper.
I can just look at it while I'm taking the test.
Isn't that an amazing idea?
I'm like a genius.
A cheat sheet? Daffy!
Using a cheat sheet is cheating
and cheating is against the rules.
Besides, cheaters never wi... wi... succeed.
Eh, tomato, potato.
Now can I borrow a pencil?
No. I... need that.
Me too, and you have so many.
But I need them all.
It's my process.
-Get your own. -[straining] No, you don't.
[ominous music plays]
I'll have my own after I take yours,
-[Porky straining] -you pencil hoarder.
-[both straining] -[Proctor] A cheat sheet?
Who brought a cheat sheet into my exam room?
-It was him. Him! -It was him, all him.
-It was him, he did it. He loves cheating. -him, him, him.
Enough! Be quiet!
Here is the test.
You have one hour to complete it.
And be warned. Even if I think you might be cheating,
you both get an automatic "F".
Are we understood?
-Your test begins... Now! -[timer dings]
Okay... let's do this.
Psst! What's the answer to no. 1?
Shh! I'm not telling you.
Then how am I supposed to answer the question?
Shh!
Hey! did I just hear talking?
Good. I'd better not have.
[fake cough]
What'd you get... [coughs] for number two?
You! Are you coughing or are you cheating?
I'm coughing, honest.
[retches]
See, I had a frog in my throat.
[in frog voice] What's the answer to no. 3?
-[growls] -Hey! No cheating.
It's not me, it's the frog.
-Bad frog! -[frog croaks]
-[glass breaking] -Harsh but fair.
Now get back to it.
[static over speaker]
Attention!
If you are the owner of a... a...
uh... a vehicle. It's being towed right now.
I have a vehicle!
I'll be right back.
And if there's any talking, cheating or funny business,
I'll know, because I know everything.
Now then, what'd you get for no. 12?
Daffy, stop trying to cheat. It isn't right.
Your answer for no. 12 isn't right?
C... cut it out. You should've studied.
Eh, shoulda, woulda, coulda... Now give me answers!
[choking] Okay, okay, I'll back off.
Knock off the funny business and just take your test, Daffy.
You're right. I'm sorry, Porky.
I see now that I've been acting like a complete slime bag.
Cheating is wrong!
From this moment forward,
Daffy Duck will finish this test
using nothing more than the power of his own brain.
What the--
And that mirror.
[sighs in relief] Okay. Let's finish this thing.
[Daffy] There's also an essay portion.
Oh! Right, thanks. What the...
Don't mind me... Just hanging out.
[chuckles awkwardly]
S... Stay away from me!!
I can't believe that worked.
[racy instrumental music plays]
[panting]
[sighs]
Aha!
Wait! What about no. 21?
[objects clattering]
-C'mon, Porky! -No way.
[Daffy] Quit being so selfish! Gimme the answers!
Aha!
-Three: B... -[stomping]
Four: C. Six: False.
Twelve... George Washington? Hmm, no kidding.
-[Proctor] I don't believe it! -[Porky whimpering]
You're cheating on my test!
But... he... but... I didn't...
But... it's not what it looks like...
[chuckles nervously]
[Proctor yells] I warned you!
-[Daffy] Ahhh! -[Porky whimpering]
-[both groaning] -[Daffy] Ouch!
[both sobbing]
Jokers like that will never make it through clown college.
[theme music playing]
[humming "Camptown Races"]
♪ Oh, doo-dah day! ♪
[vocalizing]
♪ Doo-dah! doo-dah! ♪
[vocalizing]
♪ Oh, doo-dah day! ♪
[snarls]
[barking]
[barking, choking]
[yells] Ey...
Shut your yap!
Welp, you never learn, boy.
Why, looky here, this is the 76th time
I've pulled one over on you.
Seventy-six. Ha.
Read it and weep.
Ahem.
Mind if I borrow that pencil?
Pencil, you say? Going to write your concession letter?
Gonna quit so soon?
Ah, maybe you're gonna draft a petition to the ASPCA for help?
[laughs boisterously]
Or maybe your going to write out your will
and then drop dead.
[laughing]
[theme music playing]
[Mama Buzzard humming]
[sniffing]
[exhales sharply]
This pasta primavera is gonna be perfect.
Just a little salt, a pinch of pepper...
and finally the rabbit meatballs.
[Beaky Buzzard humming]
Beaky! You were supposed to get
a rabbit for the meatballs!
Oop. Oop.
Almost got it that time.
Beaky, my little boobadiel...
You want to make your mama proud, right?
Oh, yup, yup, yup, yup yup yup yup.
And you know nothing
would make your mama more happy
than doing what she asks you to do, right?
Yup, yup, yup. Oh, yup. Mm-hmm.
Very good. Now, go out
and fetch your mama a nice juicy rabbit for dinner.
[sternly] And don't come back until you do!
Gosh, I better make my ma proud of me
n' catch a rabbit.
[humming]
[metal detector beeping]
Aha! Jackpot!
Just what I needed.
Now all I need is a can opener.
[whooshing]
Ah, there's one...
How convenient.
Eh! There. Bottoms up.
[gulping]
[muffled grunts]
[grunts, sighs]
Aww, shucks.
[straining]
Eh... What's up, Doc?
[straining]
I'm lookin' for a rabbit.
A rabbit, huh?
So tell me, Doc.
When you find this, um, rabbit...
what're you gonna do with it?
[goofy laugh] Oh, no, no. I can't say it.
-Nope. No, no. -Aw, come on.
-Tell me. -Naw, naw. No, no.
It's too gruesome. Too gruesome. Oh, no, no.
I'm genuinely curious.
Please.
Well, I shouldn't tell ya,
but if I could, I'd say...
I'm gonna catch him and maul him and beat him and skin him
and grind him up and make him into rabbit meatballs.
But I'm not gonna tell you. Nope, nope, nope.
[laughing] Oh, no, no no.
Listen, Doc,
I don't mean to toot my own horn,
but uh, I'm an expert at catching rabbits.
You are? Oh, will you help me catch a rabbit?
Will you, will you, please?
I'll do better than that, my fine feathered friend.
I'll teach ya!
Now just sit down here.
[clears throat] Greetings, class.
Welcome to "Rabbit Hunting 101."
Time to take attendance.
Anyone who's here, raise your hand.
Oh, uh, present.
[goofy laughing]
Now, Lesson One: Outsmarting Rabbits.
It's common knowledge
that rabbits are really good at multiplying.
Now, come up to the board, please.
Solve this multiplication problem.
Now... uh... let's see...
[mumbling]
No, don't tell me... no, don't tell me.
Um, uh...
Is it one?
Wrong. Try again.
Uh... two?
Uh...
Nope. Nuh-uh.
Not. Nah.
Nein. Not a sausage.
Eh, don't sweat over it too much, Doc.
You'll never need this stuff in the real world anyway.
Now for Lesson 2: Tracking Rabbits.
If you wanna find a rabbit,
you gotta learn to follow their tracks.
Now, do you see any tracks?
Oh, uh, uh, I found 'em! I found tracks!
Yup, yup, yup! I found them!
Good job, kiddo.
Now follow 'em and you'll find that rabbit.
[Beaky Buzzard] I hear somethin'.
What's it sound like?
Well, it sounds kinda like a...
-...trai-- -[train horn blows]
Whoa... wait a minute...
I don't think that was a rabbit at all.
I think that was a... train!
Were you trying to trick me?
Trick ya? No, no,
I wasn't trying to trick you.
I was uh... "training" you.
Oh. Really?
Well, makes perfect sense to me.
[goofy laugh] Yup, yup!
Come on, Spinoza.
Time for Lesson 3: Trapping Rabbits.
[grunting]
Is that high enough?
Nyeeh. A little higher, Doc.
[grunting]
All right. That looks good. Hold it right there.
Boy, oh boy.
That's a nice looking rabbit trap.
[chuckling] Yup, yup, yup, yup, sure is.
Oh, wait a second,
I almost forgot the most important part of the trap, Doc!
-Uh, what's that? -The bait.
Uh, say mac, can you do me a favor
and place the bait under the trap for me?
Uh, yeah, yeah... [laughs] I could do that.
Place the bait. [laughs]
Uh... is this where I place it?
A little further, Doc.
[chuckles] Yeah, yeah... A little further.
All right, Doc. Right there!
Uh... like this?
Perfect!
-Okay, I placed the bait-- -[thuds]
[straining, grunts]
Did the trap work?
You bet it did, Doc!
You caught your first rabbit.
I did? Where? Where's the rabbit?
He's right here, see?
[laughing wickedly]
Uh... got you!
[choking, grunting]
That's it! Take him down!
You got 'im, Doc! Give him a left,
and a right, and another!
Boy, he sure is a slippery fella.
-Here, finish him off with this! -Thanks.
Now I gotcha!
[Beaky Buzzard groaning]
No, no, no. Don't.
Did I get him?
Did I get the rabbit?
Bravo, Doc. You did it.
You passed the class with flying colors!
Therefore, I present you with this diploma.
Oh boy, oh boy! I got a rabbit and a dee-ploma.
Oh, Ma!
Look what I got, Ma.
I caught you a rabbit and I got an edjumacation.
Are you proud of me, Ma?
Are you proud of me? [laughs]
[Mama Buzzard] Beaky! No!
[blows]
Oh...they blow up so fast.
[fake tears] Ah, well.
Class dismissed.