(Inset at the top left of the larger panel 2.) Close on Roadrunner, looking shocked and sad.
Here we see why. He’s been caught in a nefariously complex deathtrap by Wile E. Coyote. No expense has been spared by our cunning hero – there are ropes (with pegs) and manacles tying Roadrunner to the ground; knives, guns and a flamethrower all pointing at the annoying bird (rigged up to various ACME contraptions to fire automatically if he even tries to escape); sticks of dynamite strapped round his chest; cartoon bombs fizzing in a circle around him; and a huge boulder balanced precariously above him, ready to fall.
Wile E. stands watching, a knife and fork in his hands; a huge, satisfied grin on his face. He’s licking his lips.
We are in the desert, naturally.
Caption: Roadrunner: Beepus Beatus.
Caption: Wile E. Coyote: Undeniablious Victorious.
Long panel across the middle of the page. To the left we see a grinning close-up of Wile E, imagining the delights in store for him. Following this we see a series of images… a cooked Roadrunner on a plate… a big-bellied Wile E. sitting back with an empty plate before him, picking the last meat from a drumstick… then a bored-looking Wile E sitting beside a deserted desert road with nothing to do… and Wile E. staring down that same desolate road, alone and with nothing left to do… despairing.
Wile E. crouches down and unties the Roadrunner. The pesky bird can’t believe its eyes. Wile E. is filled with self-loathing.
Freed, the Roadrunner scarpers in a cloud of dust. As he “meeps” in celebration of his freedom (sticking his tongue out as he runs) the noise makes the boulder above Wile E. begin to topple. Wile E. looks directly at us, a single tear in his eye.
Roadrunner: Meep meep!
The boulder has fallen, crushing Wile E. beneath it. An arm extends from under the boulder, it’s holding out a ‘To Do’ list. The list reads:
1. Get a hobby
2. Make some new friends
3. Join a dating agency
4. Take a pottery class
5. Seek professional help