|
|
The Bunnies trash Auntie Jackie's house and ... SO
|
Date: Mon, 23 Feb 1998 01:29:02 -0500
From: Cristina Forbes
Subject: Re: OT: That Party At My House...
To: Multiple recipients of list PETBUNNY <PETBUNNY@LSV.UKY.EDU>
Bunnies all lined up at Auntie Jackie's door. *Paw waves* to the neighbors,
who are watching suspiciouly through their curtains.
THE SPICE BOYS [opening the door]: YIIPEEE, we are going to have fun!!!
Let's signal Mommy.
::THUMP:: ::THUMP:: ::THUMP::
AUNTIE JACKIE: Thanks for coming, pretty girls and handsome boys!!! There's
lots of organic produce in the fridge for you...
CHARKY: Pssst, Spice Boys, Schmidt brats, Chris and Sara, Ashy let's sneak
into the SO's bed. HAR-HAR.
[bunnies hopping up on bed, snuggling close to the snoring SO]
SO: "Oh my darling, your legs seem a bit furry tonight and those whiskers
(?) tickle. That body wax just doesn't seem to work." ::CHOMP:: "OUCHHH, ok
my darling, au naturale is fine with me... and you're so nice - you left
some Hershey's kisses for me on my pillow! Thank you!"
FUZZBUTT: Let's go and hide behind the sofa in the living room before he
realizes...
[In the bedroom] SO: ARGHH &^%$&**^*&^%$#@*^*&^*^GHHH**^%&*!@~#$%^&*
AUNTIE JACKIE: What's going on, Honey?
SO: I think I was having a nightmare. Your ears were very long in my dream!
Ughhh! The horror of Morning Breath! I think I need to go and brush my
teeth.
AUNTIE JACKIE: [noticing cecal-encrusted teeth] Eeew! Yeah, it was just a
nightmare. [patting him on the head] Go back to sleep now...
CHARKY [dialing a neighbor on the telephone]: Are you awake? Because we
are! HAR-HAR. We are having a poop party over at Auntie Jackie's. You want
to come? Bring a bag of timothy and hop on over here. HAR-HAR. [Slams phone
down]
CINNAMON BUN-NY: [noticing the SO's hat on the floor] Does that look like a
litterbox to you, Charky?
CHARKY: No doubt about it! Let's jump in. AHHHH. It has a very soft felt
toilet seat.
PEPPER: The SO is snoring again - Mom is coming back! ::THUMP::THUMP::
[the sound of the blender whirring in the kitchen, green glop splattering
on the celing fan, one bunny hanging onto each fan blade]
CHARKY: [dropping off of ceiling fan, sliding out-of-control across kitchen
countertop on footpads] Whee-hah!!!
BEAMERM3: Retract before impact! Retract before impact!
CHARKY: [slamming into, then flipping into blender, shaking cilantro
margarita off of his ears] HIC-HIC! Auntie Jackie, we are all ready for the
party! We are preparing some cilantro margaritas and carrot cake for you.
We are all lined up for those great bunny massages.
AUNTIE JACKIE: Yum, this carrot cake tastes delicious... Come here, Chark.
You are first. [Auntie Jackie towels him dry and starts bunny massage.]
CHARKY: [belly-up, kicking furry feet in the air] Ohhhh, this feels
gooo-oood. Can we come here more often Auntie Jackie? A little bit more to
the left pleazzzzeeeee. Ahhh. Yes, that's it....
Loud bunnyhop music blares as party starts...
|
|
|
