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Bugs Bunny almost sighed with relief when the director was finally satisfied with the ending for the latest cartoon and told everyone that they were finished. As various studio workers began moving about the set, he quickly moved out of the way and made his way towards the catering area, where he spotted his fellow toon costars Porky Pig and Daffy Duck eating.
He heard the black-feathered duck complaining to the toon pig as he approached them. “What a revolting development this is! I’m telling you, Porky, it’s a crime against nature! We shouldn’t have to do this type of thing. It goes against the very foundations of all that is right in the universe, you hear me—the universe!”
Porky rolled his eyes at the duck’s words. “Oh, you’re just eh-egg-exagger— …being silly, Daffy.” He said before biting into his food.
“It’s inhumane, I tell you!” Daffy protested. “We shouldn’t have to come in on a Saturday to complete a scene that should’ve taken only an hour at most to finish. But, oh no! We wasted almost half the day here because we had to redo the entire short from beginning to end!”
Before Porky could argue, the two toons were startled when Bugs spoke up. “You know, for once, I actually agree with you, Daf.”
The toon pig and duck looked at the rabbit with shocked disbelief before Daffy looked at Porky with smug satisfaction. “Ha! See that: even the rabbit agrees with me!”
Ignoring Daffy’s remark, Porky looked at Bugs with concern. “B-B-Bugs, are you fe-feeling okay?”
“Oh, I’m fine,” Bugs assured his friend, grabbing a carrot from the table before munching it. “But I kinda had plans today.”
“R-R-Really? What kind of plans?” Porky asked.
Before Bugs could answer, Daffy interrupted. “Bet he had a date today,” he said to Porky before giving Bugs a smirk. “Finally asked that new toon girl out, huh? What was her name again? Liza? Lila?”
“Lola. Her name’s Lola, Daffy,” Bugs said, rolling his eyes at the duck. “And, no, I didn’t have a date with her today.”
“Good for you; otherwise, you’d really be in the dog house for missing your date with your girlfriend.”
“She’s not my girlfriend, Daffy!” Bugs retorted before his ears drooped. “I haven’t had a chance to ask her out yet.”
Daffy looked at the toon rabbit with wide eyes. “Seriously? You’ve been mooning on that girl for almost two months, long-ears, ever since you saw her. And you mean to tell me you haven’t even asked her out on a date?” When Bugs didn’t answer, Daffy slapped a hand to his face. “Yesh! Talk about hopeless love—and, here, I thought rabbits were supposed to be romance experts!”
Bugs glared heatedly and surprised the two toons with a sharp growl. “Why, you little…” However, before he could strangle the toon duck, Porky interfered.
“D-D-Don’t listen to him, Bugs,” the toon pig stated. Before Daffy could protest, Porky grabbed and closed his bill with his left hand and gave the duck a shrewd look. As he held the duck in place, who began struggling to free himself, Porky returned to the rabbit. “So, w-what were your plans for today?”
Calming down slightly and amused by the sight, Bugs smiled at Porky. “Well, now that you mention it, I was planning on taking the kids on a short trip down to Los Angeles,” Bugs stated, pronouncing the city’s name as “Las An-guh-lees.” His smile grew fonder as images of his children—Yakko, Wakko, and Dot Warner—flew through his mind. “I had it all planned out: we’d do some sightseeing, I’d show them where my star is on the Walk of Fame, grab some lunch at this new eatery Speedy told me about, and then take one of those guided tours at that museum with the battleship docked next to it, before coming home.”
“Sounds wee-won-wond— ...eh, uh, that sounds nice, Bugs. I’m sure that the children would’ve loved it. M-M-Maybe you can do it again next week.” Porky suggested.
Before Bugs could reply, Daffy yanked his bill out of Porky’s left hand. Rubbing his beak, he gave the toon pig a glare. “You’re despicable!”
Bugs rolled his eyes at the toon’s behavior. “Oh, brother,” he muttered.
“Don’t you start, rabbit!” Daffy huffed, turning his attention to the rabbit.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, feather-head.”
“That’ll be the day,” Daffy snorted and crossed his arms. A few seconds later, though, his hard look slowly evaporated into one of curiosity. “By the way, speaking of your kids, I haven’t seen them with you when you came in. Where are they?”
Bugs shrugged his shoulders. “Probably sitting at home watching TV. I tried to see if Granny would watch them, but unfortunately, she had to take Sylvester to the vet—the poor guy got hurt again trying to chase Tweety.”
“Oh, d-d-dear,” Porky said, his eyes widening in shock. “Will he be alright?”
Before Bugs could answer, Daffy interrupted him. “Oh, I’m sure he’ll be fine. But let’s not change the subject,” he said, looking towards Bugs. “So, you just left them all by themselves at your burrow? Aren’t you worried?”
Bugs hesitated momentarily before admitting he was somewhat worried about leaving them alone. “I know that nothing will probably happen to the kids, and they can take care of themselves if anyone tries anything, but still…” the rabbit sighed before shaking his head. “I guess some part of me will always be worried, no matter what.”
“Aww gee, Bugs, that’s so sweet,” Porky stated.
“Yeah, uh, sweet…but that’s not what I meant,” Daffy corrected, catching the attention of his friends. Looking at Bugs, Daffy shot the toon rabbit a look of disbelief. “You left your kids at your burrow with no adult supervision? Sounds like a recipe for disaster if you ask me.”
Realization struck Bugs, who immediately gaped at the duck. “Wait, are you telling me that you think my kids will tear up the joint if I’m not there?”
“Maybe not on purpose,” the duck shrugged. Upon seeing Bugs glaring, he raised his hands in mock surrender. “Hey, I’m just saying, Bugs. I remember when I was young—well, younger, anyway. I was bouncing off the walls, hootin’ and hollerin’, and wrecking the furniture.”
“Excuse me, ‘was’? Daffy, you did all that during the Back-To-School party at Acme Loo last week.” Bugs said, crossing his arms over his chest. “Look, I know they’re a little…energetic, but they’re good kids. And, not to tote my own horn, ever since I took them in, they’ve been getting better at handling their ‘zaniness,’ as they like to call it, which has only gotten better since meeting Spielberg and agreeing to be the stars on his new show when it’s ready. They’ve come a long way, so I have no problem saying I have complete confidence that they’ll behave while I’m not around.”
Porky and Daffy looked at Bugs, with the duck opening his beak to make a comment; however, before he could speak, he was interrupted by someone calling Bugs’ name. The three toons turned their heads towards one of the workers walking towards them with a cable phone. “Excuse me, Mr. Bunny, but there’s a call for you; the person on the line said it was important.”
“Thanks, doc, I’ll take it here.” As the toon rabbit took the phone out of the worker’s hands, the rabbit spared a second to look back at his friends. “Pardon me a moment, fellas,” he said before holding the phone up to his head. “Eh, what’s up, doc? Who’s this?”
When asked later, Porky and Daffy would say they were startled by the rabbit. One minute, everything seemed fine as they waited for Bugs to finish his phone call; then, suddenly, both toons and probably everyone else in the room jumped several feet in the air when the rabbit shouted:
“You’re what?!”
“I can’t believe this! Of all the zany, irresponsible…” Bugs was so flustered he couldn’t even finish his sentence. He buried his face in his open palms and groaned. “I-I just can’t believe this.”
Porky glanced at the rabbit through the rearview mirror of his car with sympathy. He opened his mouth to speak, but unfortunately, Daffy beat him to the punch.
“You know,” Daffy said from the passenger seat up front, turning his head back towards the rabbit, “I don’t wanna say, ‘I told you so,’ rabbit, but—”
“Then don’t,” Bugs interrupted him, raising his head and shooting the toon duck a stern glare.
Realizing that Bugs was not in a joking mood, Daffy sheepishly smiled at the toon before turning his head to face the front of the car.
Shaking his head at the duo’s antics, Porky decided to ask the burning question. “So, d-d-did they say what happened over the phone?”
“I don’t know. To be honest, I wasn’t really paying attention after they dropped the bomb on me.” Bugs admitted with a sigh. “All I can think about right now is wondering what kind of trouble my kids got into.”
“I-I’m sure it’s n-n-nothing serious, Bugs.” Porky tried reassuring him as he swerved the car off the road and into a parking lot in front of a tall building.
Bugs said nothing, though he felt his heart beating faster with fear and trepidation when he looked out the window and saw a sign with the words “Burbank Police Department” next to it.
After parking the car, the three went inside and soon met with a receptionist who told them to wait. After a few minutes, the three toons were startled when they heard a voice shout their names and turned to see a toon resembling a tall, skinny man walk towards them. He wore a standard police uniform with a hat that barely covered his short, fuzzy brown hair. Bugs’ eyes widened when he recognized the toon. “Cadet Carey Mahoney?”
“Actually, it’s Officer Mahoney now, Mr. Bunny.” the toon greeted, smiling at the three toons. “I’m honored that you all remember me. It’s been a while.”
“I’ll say,” Daffy said. “Last time we saw you was back in ’89.”
“W-W-What are you doing here?” Porky asked.
“Well, after our show got pulled, the rest of the cast and I were all sort of stuck. Then, my partner Jones thought we should try and join the real police department, assisting them with toon-related cases that have been popping up all over the city.” Officer Mahoney then stuck his chest out in pride. “As of right now, you are looking at a high-ranking member of the BPD’s Toon Division.”
Hearing this, the three toons offered their congratulations to the toon officer. After this, Bugs looked at Officer Mahoney and asked the two biggest questions plaguing his mind. “So, where are my kids, doc? Are they alright?”
“Your children are fine, Mr. Bunny,” Officer Mahoney assured. “If you follow me, I’ll take you to them.”
“So, I don’t mean to be nosy, but can you tell us what happened?” Daffy asked as he and the others trailed behind the officer. “Bugs didn’t get a straight answer when they called the studio?”
“About two hours ago, the department received a call about a disturbance at a nearby supermarket. Originally, we thought it was a 415j and 594, but upon arriving on scene, we quickly realized it was a 415t.” Officer Mahoney stated.
“W-W-What’s a 415t?” Porky asked.
“Disturbance caused by toons. By the time we arrived, the parking lot looked more like a warzone of wieners, whoopy cushions, ooze, and all other things toon-related.”
Bugs’ ears drooped; he was afraid something like that had happened. “Sounds like my kids, alright.”
Officer Mahoney offered the rabbit a sympathetic look. “Thankfully, most of the damage was superficial, and I even managed to smooth things over so that they’re not officially charged with anything—the paperwork’s already taken care of…though, it might be a good idea for them to avoid the limelight for a while.” He added quietly.
Bugs sighed, shaking his head. Although relieved that his kids weren’t going to jail, he still felt disappointed and frustrated with them. What had they been thinking?
Porky glanced at Bugs with concern before turning back towards Officer Mahoney. He then asked a question that had been on all of their minds. “P-P-Pardon me for asking, but was anyone he-heh-hu— …injured?”
To Bugs’ horror, the officer nodded. “Five were injured during the event.” However, the three toons noticed Officer Mahoney smiling upon this admittance. Unaware or ignoring the confused looks directed towards him, the uniformed toon continued. “We sent them to the hospital and are currently waiting for an update on their condition. Though, I wouldn’t worry about them, between you and me.”
“What do you mean?” Bugs asked.
Officer Mahoney chuckled. “I’ll let the kids and the young lady tell you all about it.”
“Young lady?”
The toon officer didn’t answer as they finally reached the holding cells. When the small group stopped in front of one of the cells, Bugs, Daffy, and Porky looked inside. To Bugs’ relief, all three Warner siblings appeared fine. To both his horror and humor, he noted that they used their toon powers to dress up in striped prison outfits while trying to make the most of their situation: Yakko sat on the ground, playing paddle ball in one hand while simultaneously playing a game of jacks against his sister with the other, while Wakko sat on the cot lightly playing the harmonica.
However, the toon sitting beside Wakko inside the cell caught all three adults’ attention. The toon resembled a female, anthropomorphic rabbit; she was tall—almost the same height as Bugs—slim and very pretty, with a mixture of cream and light brown fur and a small tuff of blonde hair covering her head. She wore a pair of purple athletic shorts that showed off her long, athletically-muscled legs, an unzipped sweatshirt that was the same color as her shorts, underneath which was a yellow tank top that came just above her toned stomach. Her long ears had been pulled back and held together by a hair elastic, and her eyes were aqua colored and slightly highlighted by purple plum eyeshadow.
Bugs felt his eyes and ears shot up upon seeing her. “Lola?!”
Lola Bunny looked up and winced when her eyes met Bugs’ black eyes. Offering the rabbit a tentative smile, she greeted the toon star. “Hey, Bugs.”
“W-What? How?” the rabbit stammered, his gaze shifting between the female rabbit and his kids, who had sheepish looks on their faces.
“It’s kind of a long story, Bugs,” Yakko said, dropping his paddle and, with the rest of his siblings, rushed towards the cell door and grasping the metal bars.
“We’ll tell you all about it,” Dot promised, looking at him with wide, sad eyes. “But, first, can you please let us outta here?”
“Please!” Wakko begged. “I can’t take it anymore!”
Bugs looked at Officer Mahoney, who was already reaching into his pocket. “No problem, let me just get the key…out of my…pocket…” However, he blinked in surprise. “Wait, a minute, where are my keys?” he muttered, frantically searching his pockets.
Suddenly, everyone heard the sound of a motorcycle, followed by a bugler sounding off and doing Reveille. Before anybody could act, the far wall of the holding facility exploded as a police motorcycle went through it. Sitting on the bike were two male toons resembling humans wearing police uniforms. The first toon, driving the motorcycle, was short, perhaps just a little bit taller than Yakko, with wild, unkempt red hair underneath his hat and two buck teeth. The other toon, who sat behind him, was taller than the driver, was of African-American descent, had short black hair, and carried a megaphone in his right hand.
Officer Mahoney’s eyes widened upon recognizing the two toons. “Zed? Jones?”
Officer Larvell Jones smiled at his friend. “Hey, Mahoney. Sorry for busting in like this.” He said that before bringing the megaphone to his lips, he began imitating the sound of a small explosion going off.
“Yeah, sorry,” Officer Zed McGlunk said, high-pitched and somewhat raspy. “But we forgot to give these back to you, so we wanted to return them.” He reached into his chest pocket and quickly pulled out a set of keys on a keyring before tossing them to his fellow toon officer.
As the toon officer caught his keys, the other toons looked at each other. However, before any of them said anything, a voice on the radio announced, “Calling all available units: we got a 10-80t—toon pursuit in progress. Officers report the suspect was driving north on Interstate 5, past Alameda Avenue.”
Officer McGlunk’s eyes lit up. “Driving north on I-5? We’re north on I-5!”
His passenger nodded his head before looking towards Officer Mahoney. “Well, see you later, Mahoney. Duty calls.”
Before Officer Mahoney could react, McGlunk spun the motorcycle around and, as Officer Jones imitated a bugle calvary charge, the two shot through the same hole they came through; all the while, Officer McGlunk shouted, “Charge!”
Officer Mahoney sighed, shaking his head. “Oh boy…” Looking back towards his audience, the toon officer shrugged his shoulders helplessly. “Alright, let’s get the young lady and your kids outta here, Mr. Bunny, before I go and explain to the captain why the department has a new garage door.”
Everyone in and outside the cell backed away as the man opened the cell door. Faster than anyone could blink, Wakko raced out of the cell with blinding speed. “Wakko?” Bugs called.
The middle Warner didn’t look back at Bugs. “Sorry, but I really have to go!” he shouted.
The male rabbit blinked before looking down at his two other kids. As if reading his mind, Yakko answered his unspoken question. “He began complaining about needing to go to the bathroom thirty minutes ago but was too embarrassed to use the one inside the cell with me, Dot, and Lola. We offered to look away, but…”
“I get the picture, Yakko,” Bugs assured him.
Several seconds later, Wakko sped back to the group with a look of relief. “Man, I thought I was gonna explode.”
“I hope you remembered to wash your hands this time,” Dot said, shooting her older brother a look.
Wakko glared at his sister and was about to reply when the entire building shuddered as a deep, commanding voice shouted, “Mahoney!”
The man in question merely shook his head and sighed. “Guess someone finally told Captain Harris about the new door,” he muttered before looking at the large group before him. “It’s probably best that you all leave now unless you want to stick around for the fireworks.”
Hearing the word “fireworks” brought a smile to the Warners’ faces, one that Bugs instantly recognized. Before he could stop them, they used their toon powers, switching out their prison uniforms into tourist outfits and holding small American flags and sparklers.
“Hey, we can never say no to a fireworks show,” Yakko said as he and his siblings waved their items in the air.
Daffy snorted in amusement at the toon kids’ antics; however, his amusement was cut short by Bugs, who shot the duck a stern side glare. When he was sure the duck wouldn’t cause any problems, Bugs turned his disapproving look towards his kids. Immediately, the black and white toons with red noses halted their antics, putting their items back in their hammerspace and swapping back to their original clothes before looking up at Bugs with sheepish expressions.
Bugs shook his head and sighed.
After thanking Officer Mahoney and getting Lola’s car out of the impound lot, everyone decided to meet back at Bugs’ burrow to discuss what had happened. During the drive, while squeezed in the front of Porky’s car with him and Daffy, the toon rabbit took a moment to look back at his kids through the rearview mirror, noticing how they were pale with worry, and refused to meet his eyes when they saw him looking back. They’re acting almost like when they trashed Scratchy’s office and thought they would be thrown back in the tower, Bugs thought, recalling the memory in his mind.
He almost wanted to crawl to the backseat and reassure them, but ultimately decided to wait until he talked to them and Lola before deciding what to do.
Ten minutes later, everyone had arrived at the rabbit’s burrow and was soon seated around the living room. Standing near the center of the room, Bugs looked at the Warners, who made themselves comfortable on the old couch, and Lola, who sat in his cushioned rocking chair, before deciding to ask the burning question that was on his, Porky’s and Daffy’s minds. “Now that we’re here, will someone please explain what happened today?”
The kids looked at each other as if trying to decide which would speak first. However, to their and Bugs’ surprise, Lola spoke first. “It’s all my fault, Bugs,” she said with a look of shame on her features.
Before Bugs could say anything, his kids immediately jumped to the female rabbit’s defense, much to the adults’ shock.
“No, it wasn’t, Lola!” Yakko exclaimed.
“Yeah, it wasn’t your fault!” Wakko agreed, nodding his head rapidly.
“Don’t listen to a word she says, Bugs!” Dot yelled, looking at the toon star. “The entire thing was our fault!”
The four soon began arguing over whose fault it was, their voices raising as each tried to claim responsibility for the other’s actions. Bugs blinked in confusion at their antics, having never seen anything like this. Bugs looked back at his two friends, who gave him confused looks and shrugged helplessly at the scene before them.
After several seconds of listening to them argue, Bugs decided that it was time to stop them. “You guys might want to cover your ears,” he suggested to his two friends.
Blinking owlishly, the two toon stars did as the rabbit suggested and held their hands over their ears.
Casting one more look at the four toons before him, Bugs took a deep breath, summoning every ounce of his available toon powers, before opening his mouth and bellowing, “Quiet!”
Lola and the Warners jumped from their seats when they heard Bugs scream, which echoed throughout the burrow. Ears ringing and hearts racing, they looked towards the toon rabbit with wide eyes.
With his arms crossed over his chest, Bugs looked at them semi-apologetically. “Sorry ‘bout that, docs,” he said, “But before we decide who’s to blame for this mess, how’s ‘bout we start with what happened at the beginning and then go from there? Starting with you kids,” he then looked towards his kids with a raised eyebrow. “Earlier this morning, you guys said you’d be fine staying home alone while I went to the studio. So, what happened?”
The Warners glanced at each other before Yakko nodded and spoke first. “Well…at first, everything was normal—I was reading the newspaper, Dot was drawing in that coloring book Granny gave her, and Wakko was watching a Don Knotts marathon on TV. However, things changed when it was lunchtime.”
At this point, Wakko began speaking, “We noticed we were running low on food. At first, we thought about letting you know over the phone, but we figured you might be busy. So, we decided to do a quick grocery run at the local supermarket.”
“It was only after we finished that we ran into Lola,” Dot said, looking towards the female rabbit. She frowned when she saw the rabbit looking depressed, and immediately walked towards her and gave her a reassuring hug. As the female rabbit wrapped her arms around Dot’s tiny frame, the youngest Warner sighed before looking back at Bugs. “And that’s when things began to get out of hand…”
“Alright, sibs, I think that’s just about everything,” Yakko stated, walking out of the supermarket with his siblings. Each of them carried a large shopping bag filled with groceries.
As she walked slightly behind her eldest brother, Dot glanced at her bags before asking him, “You sure we got the right stuff?”
“Yep,” Yakko assured her. “I made certain to check the labels. No peanuts or dairy products, Dot.”
“I hope you’re right. The last thing we need is a repeat of the ice cream incident,” his sister said, recalling how a few months ago Yakko, after accidentally eating ice cream that was not dairy-free the night before, spent an entire morning “yakking” into a bucket.
Yakko shuddered as the memory flew through his mind. “Thanks for the reminder, sis.”
As the three kids began crossing the parking lot, Wakko stopped suddenly. “Hey, guys, look over there,” he said, pointing to a random spot across the parking lot. His brother and sister looked and spotted a familiar figure.
“It’s Lola!” Dot exclaimed, recognizing the female toon they met several weeks ago at the studios.
“Yeah, you’re right, Dot,” Yakko said before smiling at his younger siblings. “C’mon, let’s go say ‘hi’ to her.”
Careful not to spill their groceries, the three kids sped across the parking lot. However, as they approached Lola, it was clear to the Warners that something was wrong. The rabbit looked frustrated, muttering as she rummaged in the back of a small, yellow car. A single shopping cart laden with grocery bags sat next to the vehicle.
After looking at the scene for a few seconds, Dot called out to Lola. “Hey, Lola.”
Surprised, the female rabbit turned around, and her mood brightened immediately upon seeing the children. “Oh, hey, Dot!” She then paused for a moment. “It is Dot, right?”
“Yep.” The young toon said, smiling brightly, before gesturing to her brothers. “And you remember my older brothers, I hope?”
“You mean, Yakko and Wakko? How could I forget?” She rhetorically asked, getting smiles from the children. The rabbit shook her head and smiled. “It’s been a while. How’ve you kids been?”
“Fine, thanks,” Yakko said, smiling. “Just doing a little grocery shopping. How ‘bout you, though? Looks like you’re having some trouble.”
Lola sighed at the young toon’s words. “Yeah, you could say that.”
“What’s wrong?” Wakko asked.
“Like you kids, I was doing some grocery shopping, but when I finished and came out of the store, I saw that my car had a flat tire,” Lola stated, moving toward the front of the car and showing the kids that her front left tire was deflated.
Yakko shook his head sympathetically. “Yeah, that certainly meets the definition of ‘trouble,’” he said.
“It’s almost as flat as a pancake,” Dot agreed.
“Mm…pancakes,” Wakko said, licking his lips, with his tongue sticking out, as he daydreamed about food. However, he immediately stopped when he saw the looks his siblings gave him. Grinning sheepishly, he shot them an apologetic smile.
Shaking his head, Yakko then looked towards Lola. “Would you like some help?”
This surprised the toon rabbit. “Oh, you don’t have to—”
“You’re right: we don’t have to,” Yakko started, looking between his siblings, who smiled brightly.
“But we want to,” Wakko added.
“Please!” Dot pleaded, giving Lola her “cute” look, batting her eyes, and pursing her lips into an adorable little pout.
Lola blinked, but seeing the eager looks on the Warners’ faces as they offered to help, she sighed before shaking her head. A small smile began to appear on her lips. “You’re not gonna take ‘no’ for an answer, are you.”
The way she said it made it clear to the Warners that she was not asking a question. “Nope,” Yakko stated with a slight smirk, one that was mirrored by his siblings.
Lola snorted. She didn’t know what was more endearing: that they were willing to help her or the looks on their faces. After a few seconds…
“Okay, fine.” She said with her arms crossed over her chest.
The three toon kids gave a small cheer before immediately getting to work. Yakko, assuming the leadership role, began assigning tasks. “Sis, you grab the jack. Wakko, see if your gag bag has any tools we can use while I grab the spare from the back.”
“You got it!” his siblings acknowledged, offering mock salutes before getting to work.
As she leaned against her car and watched the kids with amusement, Lola decided to ask the kids something that had been on her mind. “So, how’s Bugs doing?”
This caught the attention of all three siblings, who looked at her with raised eyebrows and eyes that flashed with interest. Dot, who had pulled the jack out and placed it under her car before turning the handle, was the first to respond. “He’s doing okay,” she said, alternating her attention between the female rabbit and slowly raising the car. “Been a little busy lately, working on new cartoons, but other than that, he’s fine.”
“That’s good to hear. I haven’t really had a chance to talk to him since we met two months ago. I’ve been hoping to see him around the studio lot, but unfortunately, our schedules aren’t lined up with each other’s.” Lola paused momentarily before continuing, “And…if I’m being honest, I’ve been kinda worried about him—him and you kids, I mean.” She added the last bit, a slight blush on her face when she realized how that sounded.
Inwardly smirking at the rabbit’s words and blushing face, Dot looked at Lola with a mixture of concern and confusion. “Why were you worried about us?”
“I heard about what happened last month,” Lola revealed. “How some would-be animators tried kidnapping you kids and hurt Bugs in the process. I-I almost couldn’t believe it.”
“Yeah, it was pretty scary,” Wakko admitted, catching Lola’s attention. After rummaging in his gag bag, the middle Warner sibling successfully pulled out a small toolbox and handed it to Yakko before turning toward Lola. “To be honest, we sometimes have nightmares about it.”
“Bugs, too, even though he tells us otherwise,” Dot stated, frowning at the thought.
“I can imagine,” Lola said. And she could. It must’ve been so terrifying for the three toon kids to say nothing of what Bugs must have felt. They all must’ve been terrified and filled with worry. Just thinking about it, Lola’s heart went to the kids and their tutor.
“Things were pretty hectic for a while,” Yakko said as he focused on removing the lug nuts from the wheel hub using a lug wrench from Wakko’s toolbox before attempting to cheer everyone up. “That said, though, Bugs managed to bounce back from his injuries, we managed to escape, tormented our would-be captors until the cops arrested them, and we even got asked to be toon stars with all of our friends in Spielberg’s newest series. So, all in all, I’d say that everything ended up working out.”
“I’m glad,” Lola said with a small smile. “Really, I’m just happy that you guys and Bugs are alright after everything that’s happened.”
This brought a smile to all three Warners. “Thanks, Lola.”
It took the Warners no time to pull out the old tire and replace it with the spare. “There we go. All finished.” Yakko declared proudly.
Lola looked at the three kids with a grateful look. “Thank you, kids, so much. I really appreciate it.”
“You’re welcome, Lola,” Dot said with a smile.
“Yeah, we were glad to help,” Wakko stated.
Lola smiled before grabbing her purple purse from her cart and unzipping it. “Well, behavior such as that should be rewarded…” she paused before pulling out several colorfully-wrapped lollipops. “Good thing I always carry some sweets in my purse. Take as many as you’d like.”
The kids’ faces practically glowed at the proffered treats. “Thanks, Lola!” They said in unison, reaching out to accept the treats.
However, unknown to the four toons, trouble was about to arrive.
Before the Warners’ fingers touched the lollipops, the small group was startled by the sound of tires squealing against the pavement. Turning towards the disturbance, their eyes widened when a vehicle roared across the parking lot, weaving dangerously before coming to a dead stop just a few feet from Lola’s car. As the dust settled, the four toons noticed that the vehicle was an old-fashioned panel delivery truck from the 1930s. The car was black with a chrome grill and bumpers, and mounted on top of the cab was a single red light flickering on and off.
Wakko read the white letters painted on the car door as the four recovered from the vehicle’s dust. “The Toon Patrol?”
Yakko scratched his head in confusion. He’d never heard of them. “Are these guys cops or something?”
“They’re not cops,” Lola growled, looking at the vehicle with contempt, catching the Warners’ attention. “They’re trouble.”
Dot blinked before looking at the older rabbit with concern. “What do you mean?”
Before Lola could explain, the doors of the truck flung open, and five occupants exited the vehicle. The Warners’ eyebrows shot skyward upon seeing that the occupants were male toons that resembled anthropomorphic weasels. As the weasels were getting out of the truck, Lola moved and stood protectively in front of the kids.
Upon seeing Lola, one of the weasels walked towards her. He had brown fur with sienna markings on his muzzle and underbelly and wore a light pink double-breasted zoot suit coat with a matching fedora and a white dress shirt. The weasel had several accessories on his person, including a gold chain in the left pocket of his suit, a bejeweled hot pink tie, and a pair of spats on his bare feet. Given how the other weasels followed behind him, it was clear to the kids that this guy was the group leader. When he was a few feet from Lola, he offered the female rabbit a toothy smile. “Well, well, what do we have here, boys?” he said, smug and sarcastic.
Before he could continue, another weasel interrupted him. This particular weasel appeared overweight and wore a blue and gray striped T-shirt, a red beanie with a propeller atop his head, and a pair of dingy blue sneakers with untied laces. “Oh, I know this one, I know this one, boss!” he said, his voice deep yet holding a child-like quality.
The leader sighed, rubbing a hand down his face in irritation. “What, Stupid?” he asked rhetorically.
The weasel looked towards Lola, who glared at him, and pointed a finger at her. “It’s a…It’s a…” Stupid pondered momentarily; everyone could almost hear the metaphoric gears in the toon weasel’s head grinding as he tried to answer.
However, Stupid was stopped by a third weasel. This weasel had long, greasy black hair slicked back and dark brown fur with tan markings. Sporting a slight potbelly, he wore a green zoot suit-styled trench coat, with a white dress shirt with a partially obscured pink tie and a matching green fedora that attempted to obscure his eyes, which were black. Unlike the rest of the weasels, this one wore trousers that hiked up to his chest, and he wore white spectator shoes with single black stripes on his feet. Slapping a hand over Stupid’s mouth, the green-wearing weasel shot the child-like weasel a stern look. “The word you are looking for is ‘rabbit,’ Stupid,” he said, his voice laced with a thick Puerto Rican accent.
The fourth member of the group snorted. Unlike the rest of the weasels, this one had smoky-blue fur with lighter grey markings. He wore a white pork pie hat with several cigarettes sticking out of the top, a black vest over a wrinkled shirt, and a loose black tie around his neck. Rolling a cigarette between his yellowed fingers, the weasel puffed on it before looking towards the weasel in green with pink bloodshot eyes. “That’s one way to shut him up, Greasy,” he muttered, his voice dry and raspy, smoke billowing from his mouth.
“Ah, he was getting on my nerves, Wheezy,” replied Greasy.
“And you guys are getting on my nerves!” the lead weasel shouted before giving the three now-startled toon weasels a harsh glare. “Now, shut it!”
As the lead weasel focused on the trio, his attention was diverted when Lola, who did not take her eyes off the group of toon weasels when they got out of the truck, demanded, “What do you want, Smarty?”
The final toon weasel began laughing insanely when he heard her. “Smarty!” he giggled, his voice extremely high-pitched. Unlike the rest of the group, this weasel didn’t wear a hat, showcasing to everyone the frizzy strands of hair atop his head. He wore an unbuckled straitjacket, the sleeves covering his hands. His eyes contained yellow swirls, and he had a gangly set of yellow, sharp teeth.
Smarty, gazing at the laughing weasel, scowled before barking, “The same goes for you too, Psycho!” The fuzzy-haired weasel stopped laughing, holding his covered arms across his chest and looking at his boss with a scared look.
“Sorry,” Psycho uttered.
Snorting in irritation, Smarty turned his attention back to the female rabbit. “As for you, rabbit, my name’s not ‘Smarty,’” he complained, “It’s—”
“Oh, I know what it is,” Lola interrupted him. “And I don’t care. If you think I’m going to say that in front of these kids, you’re even crazier than I thought.”
“Seriously,” the toon said, attempting to look around the rabbit, only for the female to block his view of the kids. Huffing in irritation, he returned his focus to Lola. “What’s the big deal? They’re going to find out eventually.”
“Not if I have anything to say about it,” Lola growled fiercely, surprising the Warner siblings and the weasel.
Smarty rolled his eyes and shrugged his shoulders. “Fine. Anyway, that’s not why we’re here.”
“Oh, yeah, and why are you weasels here?” she asked tersely.
“We got a call about a car with a flat tire, so we thought we’d come down and offer our…services,” he said.
The Warners were surprised by this information, with Yakko looking at Lola. “Did you call someone to help you with that flat?” he asked.
“I certainly didn’t,” the female toon said, not taking her eyes off the pack of weasels. “And I certainly wouldn’t have asked for them to come and fix my flat.”
Smarty brought his hands up to his chest as if he had been shot. “Oh, you wound me, sweetheart!” he said dramatically. “We just want to help.”
“Yeah, and how much would it have cost me?”
Before Smarty could refute Lola’s words, Stupid, after prying Greasy’s hand off his mouth, blurted, “About two hundred bucks.”
“Stupid!” Smarty reprimanded, twisting around and flashing his teeth at the child-like weasel, who cowered under his leader’s anger.
Meanwhile, Wakko balked at Stupid’s words. “Two hundred dollars? That’s robbery!”
“You said it, Wakko!” Dot agreed.
“I’ll say. Why, for that amount, Lola could buy four new tires with enough to spare—pun intended, of course.” Yakko added with a slight grin. Despite the situation, Lola and his siblings couldn’t help but lightly snort in amusement at the young toon’s joke.
Turning back around, Smarty looked at the three kids behind Lola. “Yeah, well, times are tough, ya half-pints,” he snarked. “And since no one ain’t asking us to star in another movie or a cartoon, we’ve had to take odd jobs to support ourselves.”
If Smarty had expected any sympathy from the four toons, he would have been mistaken. Lola just glared at him with her arms crossed, and the Warners looked at him with unimpressed looks.
Huffing at them, Smarty turned his attention back to Lola. “Alright, fine. Tell you what, rabbit, how does one-fifty sound?”
Lola looked at the toon with disbelief. “You must really be crazy. Why would I pay you a hundred and fifty dollars? I don’t have a flat tire anymore.”
“Oh, we can fix that…right, boys?” Smarty remarked darkly, turning towards his underlings with a twisted smile. The rest of the weasels chuckled darkly, with Greasy pulling out a switchblade.
The kids gasped, and Lola’s eyes widened upon seeing the knife.
Looking back, Smarty gave the four toons a not-so-friendly smile. “So, hear’s the deal: youse give us the money, nobody gets hurt, and we’ll even leave your puny tires alone…maybe.”
Lola looked at the weasels. She had encountered the Toon Patrol only once before and knew that these guys meant serious business. Usually, had she been by herself, Lola was confident in her ability to fight back and defend herself against the five toons. However, with the kids behind her, she hesitated to make rash decisions…
However, before she could even blink, the Warners, who had been silent, sprang into action. Accessing their toon abilities, the kids pulled out various tools and gags from their hammerspaces before jumping in front of Lola with determined looks.
Their actions surprised the toon weasels. Smarty looked at the kids as if they were crazy. “What’s this?! You kids got a death wish or something?”
“What the—kids?! What are you—” Lola sputtered, not expecting them to act like this.
“Allow us to introduce ourselves,” Yakko began with a steely look as he observed the five toon weasels before him, holding a small anvil.
“We’re the Warner brothers,” Wakko stated, a plunger in one hand and a wrench in the other.
“And the Warner sister,” Dot added, brandishing a wooden mallet.
“And you five just became our new special friends.” Yakko finished.
However, before the three could move, Lola jumped before them. “Kids, stop!” she cried, looking at them worriedly. She glanced at the still-stunned weasels and looked back at the children. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“What does it look like? We’re protecting you and your car from these creeps.” Yakko said as if it were obvious.
“Hey!” Smarty yelled.
“Look, not that I don’t appreciate it, but these guys are not like those would-be animators you fought.”
“Yeah, they’re toons,” Wakko replied. “Meaning that we won’t have to hold back on them.”
Lola sighed, rubbing a hand down her face. “That’s not what I mean. These guys are some of the nastiest toons around, and they won’t hesitate to hurt you.”
“But Lola—” Dot uttered, looking at the rabbit with pleading eyes. She knew the rabbit was just concerned for her and her brothers’ well-being and safety—which she and her brothers appreciated—but they could take care of themselves. Especially against these creeps, she thought to herself.
However, Dot is interrupted by Smarty. “You kids heard her: we’re some of the nastiest toons this side of the West Coast,” he bragged, flashing the four toons a smirk. “So, how about you kids put your toys away while the adults talk business. Right, doll?” He said towards Lola.
What happened next surprised the Warners. As if a switch had been flipped, Lola looked up towards Smarty, her concerned expression melting into a slight frown. Unknown to the kids, her eyes flashed like red embers as she glared at the Toon Patrol. “‘Doll?’” she hissed.
The toon weasels back away upon seeing her change in demeanor. Smarty, for the first time, looked nervously at the rabbit.
Faster than anyone could blink, Lola muttered an apologetic “Excuse me, Dot,” before grabbing the wooden mallet from the female Warner’s hands and, with agility worthy of an Olympic athlete, appeared in front of Smarty before slamming the hammer into his chest, sending the toon weasel flying back before hitting the side of the Toon patrol’s truck. Everyone cringed when his body struck the metal, the force of the blow leaving a large, weasel-sized dent.
As everyone looked at the scene with stunned or terrified looks, Lola noticed that her ears had fallen over her eyes and blew them back into place before glaring at the downed Smarty. “Don’t ever call me ‘Doll’.”
As the weasels looked at the mallet-wielding rabbit with terrified expressions, the Warners looked at the Lola with surprise. Dot, being the first to recover, smirked. “I like her.”
Wakko shot her a confused look. “I thought you already liked her?”
“Yeah, but I like her even more now,” Dot clarified with admiration.
Yakko snorted. “You’re not the only one, sis,” he said before returning his attention towards Smarty, slowly getting up off the ground, and the rest of the Toon Patrol, who began pulling out various weapons from their hammerspaces. His lips curled into a mischievous smile. “That said…we can’t let her have all the fun, eh, sibs?”
His siblings were in complete agreement.
“…Things kinda spiraled from there,” Yakko said as he, his siblings, and Lola began wrapping up their tale. “By the time we finished teaching those jokers a lesson, we caused quite a bit of damage to the parking lot and suddenly found ourselves surrounded by Officer Mahoney and his crew. After the weasels were taken to the hospital, we were sent to the Burbank Police Department, where they let us call you before being taken to one of the holding cells. You know the rest of the story.”
Bugs and his friends looked at the four toons with wide eyes. After a long moment of silence, Daffy was the first to speak. “So, the reason you guys were arrested was because you fought the Toon Patrol in the supermarket parking lot?” he asked with disbelief.
“More like massacred,” Dot corrected quietly, though Bugs’ noted a tiny hint of pride in her voice.
“Yeah, especially when Dot and Lola began taking turns with the mallet,” Wakko chuckled; he stopped when he saw both females giving him a stern look. Feeling sheepish, the middle Warner offered them an apologetic smile.
Meanwhile, Porky shook his head. “Y-You know, I always wondered what he-hay-happ— ...eh, uh, what became of those w-weasels after we did that film with Disney.” he mused. “T-They just sorta…disappeared.”
Daffy snorted. “Not like anyone was concerned about ‘em enough to look for them. Those creeps make Rocky and Mugsy look like angels on their worst days!”
Lola nodded her head in agreement. “No kidding,” she said. She then hesitated for a moment before looking in Bugs’ direction. The male rabbit had not moved from his spot, nor did he say anything while she and the kids recounted their adventure. He just stood there with his arms across his chest. She didn’t know what was going through the toon’s mind and worried about what he would say.
Catching the female toon’s gaze, Bugs released a loud sigh, which caught everyone’s attention. A second later, the rabbit looked towards his kids. “You kids…it’s like you’re constantly trying to give me gray hairs.”
Despite the situation, Yakko couldn’t help but joke, “You already had gray hairs even before we met you, Bugs.” However, upon seeing the scolding look from the rabbit, the young toon quickly apologized.
As her older brother apologized, Dot hesitantly eyed the rabbit before asking him quietly, “Are…are you mad at us, Bugs?”
The rabbit glanced at the young girl before looking at all three Warners, whose faces held a mixture of fear, sadness, and worry. Taking a deep breath, he answered her. “No, I’m not mad. I’m…I don’t know, honestly,” he admitted. “I can’t say that I’m thrilled with you kids getting into trouble again, that’s for sure. Do you know how worried I was when I got your phone call? I almost had a heart attack.”
The Warners’ faces fell. They didn’t mean to cause any trouble and didn’t mean to worry Bugs. “We’re sorry, Bugs,” Yakko replied softly.
“Yeah,” Wakko uttered in a similar tone. “We didn’t mean to cause so much trouble.”
“You might not have meant to, but you kids did get into trouble. I’m just…disappointed,” Bugs stated.
The toon children cringed upon hearing this. This was the first time they ever heard Bugs use the word, and it struck them in a way worse than anything they experienced before. They looked down at the floor in shame.
“That said,” Bugs said, catching the children’s attention. They looked up to see the rabbit with a slight smile on his face. “I’m also very proud of you.”
The Warners looked at Bugs with surprised looks. He was proud of them, even after what happened?
Bugs, sensing his kids’ confusion, began to elaborate. “What you kids did today took a lot of courage. You could’ve done nothing and let those creeps get away with it, but you didn’t. You stood up against those bullies and helped protect Lola and her car,” he said, sparing the female rabbit a smile before looking back at his kids.
The three children looked at the rabbit with bright eyes, their mouths curling upwards. “Do you really mean that, Bugs?” Dot asked barely-restrained hope and happiness building in her chest.
“Of course I do. Every word,” Bugs stated without hesitation.
The second those words escaped his lips, Bugs found himself wrapped in an enormous hug, courtesy of the Warners. Kneeling down to their level, Bugs wrapped his arms around his kids and gently patted them on the backs in reassurance. While Bugs and the kids hugged, the other toons remained respectfully silent, content with observing the heartwarming scene before them with small smiles.
After several moments, the children released the toon star from their embrace. “Thanks, Bugs,” Yakko said, smiling brightly.
“You’re welcome, kids,” Bugs replied.
At that moment, the relative peace of the room was broken by a sharp series of beeps that filled the silence. Everyone looked around until they detected the noise was coming from Porky. Feeling self-conscious, the toon pig offered a sheepish chuckle before pulling back the left sleeve of his shirt, revealing a wristwatch. Pressing a button on the side of the device, the noise ceased. Glancing at the time, Porky’s eyes widened. Raising his head up, he met everyone else’s gaze. “S-Sorry, everyone,” he said, “B-But I gotta get g-going. I-I’m expecting guests for dinner at my place tonight, and I still need to pre-prep-pre— ...eh, uh, make the food.”
“Guests? Food?” Daffy asked with disbelief. “What are you a caterer or something?”
Shooting the duck a look, Porky was ready to argue, except Bugs cut him off. “Ignore him, Porky. It’s alright,” he said before turning towards his fellow toon star. “As for you, Daf, you realize that he is your ride home, and after everything today, I have no plans to leave my burrow. So, ask yourself, is teasing the guy really worth it when you’re several miles from home?”
Daffy raised a finger in the air and was about to argue. However, he halted as the toon’s words filtered through his mind, realizing the rabbit might have a point. Using his other hand to lower his raised finger, the toon duck shot Porky a toothy smile, to which the pig responded with a tiresome eye-roll, much to the amusement of everyone else.
Holding back chuckles, Bugs looked towards his fellow toon star. “Well, we won’t keep you any longer, doc. Thanks again for the ride home. I’ll see you guys on Monday.”
“Yeah, yeah, rabbit,” Daffy muttered, arms across his chest.
Shaking his head at the duck, Porky turned back and smiled at Bugs. “T-T-Take care, Bugs. You too, kids, a-and Lola, of course,” Porky included, looking at the other toons. “Have a wee-won-wonder— ...eh, uh, have a great evening!”
“You too, Porky! You as well, Daffy!” Yakko replied as he and his siblings waved farewell to the toons.
“Yeah, thanks,” Wakko added cheerfully.
“Take care!” Dot chirped.
After the two toons had left, Bugs turned towards Lola, who rose from her spot. “Are you headin’ out too, Lola?”
The female rabbit nodded her head. “Yeah, but I’m not going home. I have to go to another supermarket and do more shopping,” the rabbit groaned. She then explained that she had left her items in the shopping cart when the Toon Patrol came and, in all excitement, had forgotten about them. “Someone probably stole them after all the trouble we caused,” she sighed sadly.
Bugs frowned upon hearing this and was about to offer his apologies when his eldest kid suddenly proclaimed, “Oh, I don’t think so!” Yakko then turned towards his brother. “Right, Wakko?”
Wakko smirked before taking out his gag bag. To the surprise of both toon rabbits, he began pulling out several bags of groceries, one after another, and handing them off to his siblings. When it seemed the kid was finished, the middle Warner shocked Bugs and Lola when he pulled out a shopping cart laden with more groceries.
As her older brother placed the cart on the ground, Dot couldn’t help but giggle at the astonished looks the two rabbits possessed. “You two should see the looks on your faces!”
Hearing her words, Bugs and Lola quickly recovered from the shock and looked at the three beaming Warners. “Kids, how’d you—?” Bugs began to ask.
“We figured that things might get hairy during the fight, and we didn’t want anyone to steal ours or Lola’s food,” Yakko admitted before gesturing to his brother. “So, while we were putting Smarty and the rest of those weasels in their place, Wakko grabbed everything and stuffed them inside his gag bag.”
“It was nothing, really,” the cap-wearing toon stated bashfully, his cheeks blushing a light red. He then pushed the cart towards Lola. “Anyway, here you go, Lola. Everything safe and sound.”
The female rabbit blinked before smiling. “Thanks, Wakko,” she said before looking at his siblings. “And you too, Dot, Yakko. Thanks for all your help today.”
“You’re welcome.” The three toons said in unison, smiling brightly.
Bugs shook his head and chuckled. His kids were something else. Looking at the various bags of food momentarily, the rabbit turned towards the three toons. “Alright, how’s about you kids start putting what ya bought in the kitchen while I help Lola put her groceries in her car?”
The female rabbit looked at the toon star with surprise. However, before she could argue, the kids caught her attention when they gave Bugs a mock salute and said, “Yes, sir!” in unison before grabbing their bags and making their way to the kitchen area.
As they left, she turned back towards Bugs, who had already begun grabbing some of her bags from the shopping cart. Feeling a small smile forming on her lips, the female toon shook her head before grabbing the rest of the bags and followed him outside to where she had parked her car.
After putting the last bag of groceries in the back of her car, Lola turned towards Bugs. “Thanks, Bugs. You didn’t have to do this.”
“It was no problem, Lola,” Bugs assured. “If anything, I should be thanking you.”
Lola’s ears drooped upon hearing this. “You shouldn’t have to. After all, it was my fault that those kids got in trouble,” she said, guilt laced in her words.
“From what you guys told me, none of what happened today was your fault.” Bugs reminded her. “If anything, it was those stupid weasels—they’re the ones who attacked you and the kids in the parking lot. If anyone’s to blame, it’s those no-good, nasty, marble-headed ignoramuses.”
Despite her guilt, Lola couldn’t help but snort at Bugs’ words. “Perhaps,” she admitted.
Seeing Lola smile at his words, Bugs took a risk and stepped closer to the female toon, placing his left hand on her shoulder. As she raised her head to look at him, he looked directly into her aqua-colored eyes. “Seriously, Lola. Thank you for protecting my kids.”
Lola stared at Bugs, slightly taken aback by the sincerity of the rabbit’s words. While sitting in that jail cell with the Warners, she had been certain that the moment the rabbit found out about her involvement, the toon star would be angry with her for getting the kids in trouble, perhaps not even wanting to see her again. She was relieved that her fears were unfounded and that the toon star was not angry with her. “You’re welcome, Bugs,” she said, giving him a small smile, which the rabbit returned.
The two of them smiled for several seconds before Bugs’ eyes wandered to his left hand, which was still on the female’s shoulder. Eyes widening, the rabbit quickly removed his hand, his cheeks red with embarrassment. “Sorry.”
Lola raised an eyebrow and smirked, finding the rabbit’s flushed look adorable. “It’s alright, Bugs.”
Rubbing the back of his neck, Bugs suddenly remembered his conversation with Daffy earlier that day, specifically about his “mooning” over Lola and how he never got a chance to ask her out. Realizing that he might never get another chance for who knows how long, the rabbit took a deep breath and summoned his courage before asking, “Say, um…Lola…”
“Yeah, Bugs?”
“Listen, I was wondering…would you, perhaps, like to have breakfast with me…tomorrow?” he asked.
The female toon looked at the rabbit with wide eyes. Did she just hear right? “Bugs Bunny…are you…asking me out?”
“Um, yes? I mean, I would! I mean—” Bugs attempted to say, mentally berating himself for stuttering like an idiot. Taking another deep breath, the rabbit forced himself to calm down before looking at Lola with a sincere gaze. “Yeah, I am, Lola. So…what do ya say?” he asked, mentally bracing himself for whatever happened next.
Lola looked at the toon star, taken aback by the rabbit’s words. After everything that had happened that day, this was the last thing she expected, especially from the rabbit himself. However, as the shock wore off, she felt a warm feeling building inside her chest, and her lips curled upwards. “I’d love to.”
For a second, Bugs stood in shock before his ears perked up, and a smile began to form on his face. “Really?”
The female toon nodded in confirmation, continuing to smile. “I know this little coffee place near the studio. A bit pricey, but their coffee is good. How’s eight o’clock sound to you?” she asked.
“Sounds good,” he said.
“Great!” With a spring in her step, the female rabbit hugged her male counterpart, which Bugs returned after a second. She then entered the driver’s side door and started up the engine. Lowering the car window, she called Bugs, “See you later, Bugs. Take care and tell the kids I said goodbye.”
“I will,” Bugs promised, waving at her.
With a smile, Lola drove off. Bugs stood there, watching her car quickly disappear in the distance. He stood there for a moment, his grin widening as he thought about what tomorrow may bring. He honestly couldn’t wait for his breakfast with Lola.
As he turned towards his home, Bugs stopped upon seeing the Warners standing at the entrance. The three children looked at the rabbit with large smirks, their eyebrows wiggling. “Well…this just got interesting,” Yakko stated, his voice filled with barely contained mirth.
Bugs felt his face heat up. Oh, brother, he thought, realizing that his kids caught him in the act.