I always loved this little loud-mouthed chicken hawk, Henery Hawk. (Yes, that's how it's spelled.) No one would let him catch a chicken, but he was totally determined. With his New Yawk accent ("I'm gonna get my fuyst chicken today, and dat's dat!") and punkass ways, he always won over peeps like Foghorn Leghorn ("I say, my boy, I say. . ."), who dismissed him for his size. Man, these were violent, though! Everyone's gettin' brained by that little guy!