Cartoon cheese is definitely immortal, right? It’s always got that perfect hole-to-solid ratio, never molds, and Tom & Jerry can eat it by the wheel without ever worrying about expiration dates. But if we’re talking about survival, I’m picturing Bugs in the corner, drafting up a survival manual using nothing but carrot tops and sarcasm, probably convincing Elmer Fudd to guard the entrance for “security carrots.”
And honestly, the worst bunker roommate has gotta be Daffy. Always scheming, always talking, probably “accidentally” hiding everyone’s rations in the laundry chute. No nap, snack, or secret stash would be safe. Though, if you put Scooby and Shaggy in charge of meal prep, it’d be a never-ending buffet of monstrous sandwiches—even if the only supplies left are moldy sardines and cartoon ketchup.
For cartoon bunker stench, nothing compares to Wile E. Coyote after a week of failed rocket boots and burnt Acme contrapt