January 29, 2026, 211 days till movie releases

I got nothing. It’s 7:00 in the evening and I have nothing to show for it. All day, I’ve been starring at this week’s supplies. Five anvils. Twelve boxes of TNT. Five ropes. An uninflated hot air balloon filled with holes. Thirteen paint cans, two had been crushed by a car. There was still a gigantic paint stain on the side of the road. Nothing. All I’ve ever gotten is nothing. “Meep Meep?” The bird was just outside my door. Hesitant yet hopeful we could resume our chase soon. I could off eaten him right then and their, save me the trouble of thinking up some fantastical trap. But no. My first caphcter after our little break must be perfect. When Coyote Vs Acme was first scheduled to be written off, me and the bird diseded to form a truce. A temporary bond to take out a greater evil. We knew it wouldn’t be forever; we just didn’t think it would take three years. It’s not like I haven’t been building up ideas. I’ve been trying to formulate these large rube Goldberg contraptions, traps that spread out for miles, that account for every possible thing that could go wrong. Of course, when you’re constantly planning for the worse, even the most minute flaws could possibly sabotage the whole thing. What if the spring breaks? Will the dynamite go off at the right time. Will the balloon fly away when I let go of the anvil? I’ve never had this much time to think about my plans like this. For almost a century, I have been clawing and scraping my way to fulfill my hunger. back then it was just about me and my goals. It was a horrible feeling failing time and again, but it only affected me. Then they wrote off Coyote Vs Acme for taxes. We were told of the tax write off as soon as production wrapped. There was oppressive silence throughout the set. Suddenly, It wasn’t just my failure. I had failed everyone in that entire production. One of the animators tried to cheer me up by inviting me to lunch. She was a nice girl. She was obsessed with Rodger Rabbit and that included the novels nobody reads She helped us figure out how to get the lighting on the toon’s just right. “You know, even when I didn’t believe in myself, you believed in me.” She started to scratch at the sleeves of her sweater. “You’ve never given up on anything. You’ve been blown up and had your lungs filed with gun powder hundreds of times, yet you never gave up on yourself.” I could see scratches underneath her wrists. “Thankfully the backlash was so severe, that they’re going to find a new distributor for the movie. Someone will buy it I know they will they have to.”  The scratches were starting to bleed. She was hyperventilating I held her hand. She gently rubbed the fur on my palms. I’m no licsoned therapy animal but that seemed to calm her down. At that moment I promised myself that I would get that film released no matter what. So began the shopping for a distributor. We assumed that people would be willing to pay the 70 million, but they kept telling us that was far too high a price for a nesihe property. Me? A neiash property? I’m the biggest Coyte in Hollywood! Is this what humans call hopelessness? I can’t be hopeless; My entire profesnal career has been made up of hope that I would get that infernal bird. I wouldn’t do what I do if I thought I was destined to fail. And for once in my life, I got everything I wanted. But what if I want something again? Will I ever have the effort to want something ever again? And what about everyone else? I have my happy ending now. But what J.G. Qintell and his show Close Enughf? That’s been written off for taxes. Yeah I know thares this hot new thing called piracy that all the kids are doing, but Quintel won’t get shit from that. All the movies and shows that were canceled. All the artists who lost their jobs due to mergers and ai. Every bad thing that has and will happen to the arts I want them to matter again. invalidates So many people. So many toons have come up to me these past three years. Animators who got layed off. Toons who’s films got cansled. Screenwriters who had their shows deleted from streaming. The families of creatives who killed themselves over everything. You know what they’ve said to me?! All I must do is bring a little hope back into the world. And the best way to do that is by destroying despair! I rush out of my bed and out of the den. No doubt leaving flames behind me. That would be a pain to clean up when I got back but I didn’t care. I grabbed the bird. Not to eat him-although his aroma was tempting. -I was hugging him. I knew how to reinvigorate the creative juices. The bird was deeply confused. I hold up a sign for him. “I know how to make everything right.” I flip the sign. “I just need more time. Trust me.” The bird let out a disappointed Meep. Of course, our chases are all just a game to him. I despise that part of him but the point is I knew exactly how to get out of my hunter’s block. If I’m a vison of hope, then I need to destroy despair. I needed to blow up the Cartoon Network building. Or you know what’s left of it.