A skunk is not permitted to enter Oswald the Lucky Rabbit's revue theater, until a character whose sleep has been disturbed by the noise shows up with a shotgun and the skunk drives him off.
It's offered as an 'ugly duckling' sort of story, but it was a common trope of 1930s animation, and it always seems to me more on the order of a 'useful idiot' story. Who wants to hang around with a skunk? It isn't until the disgusting thing becomes useful that all the other cartoon critters decide he's a good person to have around. Is this a lesson to teach? It's ok to despise someone unless it's to your advantage?