8 Ball Bunny

Hey, what's up, doc?

Mm. Nobody here.

It must have been a nightmare.

What the-- It's a bird.

A bird in a tuxedo.

Listen, playboy, what's the idea crashing in...

...in the middle the night and disturb an honest rabbit's slumber?

Why don't you give up this nightlife and fly south or something?

Huh?

Oh, all right. I'm sorry.

What's the matter? You lost or something?

And stop crying. I'll take you home.

Honest and truly. Cross my heart.

And now then, all we have to do is find out where you came from.

Here, let's see now. Uh, mm-hm.

Mm-hm.

Hey, what do you know? You're a penguin.

And, uh, penguins, it says here, "Comes from the South Pole."

South Pole!

Ooh, I'm dying!

Me and my big fat promises.

All right, all right.

If there's one thing I can't stand, it's to see a penguin cry.

Me neither. Penguins is practically chickens.

And I hates to see chickens cry so much...

...that I has to put them out of their misery.

Eh, pardon me, Mac.

But, uh, rabbits is bigger than penguins.

So they are and I love rabbit stew.

Well, playboy, I think from here on you can make out by yourself.

Here's some nice ice cubes I brung you to munch on the way.

Bon voyage. Don't take any wooden igloos.

Ah, this New Orleans.

I think I'll stick around for the Mardi Gras.

There goes the old Admiral Byrd bound for Brooklyn.

Brooklyn? Hey, wait! Wait!

Wait! Wait! Wait!

Hey, playboy, where are you? Where--7?

Uh-oh.

I leave you alone for a few minutes and what happens?

You end up on the menu.

Bugs Bunny came to Martinique