Credit for Who Framed Roger Rabbit Movie goes to Robert Zemeckis

Credit for Who Framed Roger Rabbit Comic Series and Toon Tonic goes to Gary K. Wolf

this is just going to be a two chapter story, but I hope some of you like it.

please tell me this is not happening,

I did not just wake up in a hotel room in los vegas right next to one of the members of the toon patrol

my thoughts were racing and so was my heart

as I look at him sleeping soundly as he seem to have a smile and peaceful look on his face

how did this happen in first place?

oh right, drinking at the casino bar even if the two of us were drinking at different tables and I was the only one who took notice of him with the other two weasels with him

but who knew having a few drinks for myself would lead to this kind of mess

I look at the ring on my left hand on my wedding ring finger how was I suppose to explain this?

I let out a sigh as I tried to wake up the sleeping weasel

maybe if I ask him to agree to get the marriage annulled and forget this ever happen

we wont have to go into the embarrassing detail with his patrol or my friends and family

then a thought to me when I was in the middle of trying to shake him awake

why not just take off while he is sleeping? he doesn't need to know we got married

and I can probably just take the ring off his finger, make him think it was all a dream

I would just need to lay low for a while and if he sees me in the future

I will just say that he might of saw me at los vegas since that was the last time I seen him there

yes! it was a win-win, I can fake not being married to this sleazeball and my life can go back to normal!

which it would of been a smooth plan if he didn't wake up just as I took the ring off

and was about to put it in with my belongings.

"wha...whats going here? quién eres tú?"he asked with his eyes half open while looking at me

"uh...this is all a dream?"I told him hoping he would buy it

"oh...*yawns*...okay then."he said as he covered his mouth as he yawned and then started to lay back down in the bed and went back to sleep.

yes! he bought it! now all I need to do is take the rings, hide them and pretend this accidental marriage never happen

I thought I was in the clear but as I put my hand on the doorknob, I heard him shot himself off the bed and scream

"wait a minute! did I just get casado?!"

so much for getting out of this scot-free,

I was really hoping I could get out of this without him finding out we are married now but looks like I'm not so lucky.

I didn't have time to registered it when he came over and took his ring out of my gym bag

(I use to go to the gym a lot)

and placed it back on his finger.

"are you serious?"

"yes! we are married right? that means we should keep these on for better or for worse."he said that last part with a playful wink towards me but I roll my eyes at him, for better or for worse huh? I say this is the worse part by far.

wait a minute...

"wait aren't you heterosexual? you do know I'm a guy right?"

"sí."

"then why are you okay with being married to a guy? you are heterosexual right?"

"of course I'm okay with it, and to answer your question about if I'm heterosexual, no I am not because I swing both ways...I just don't find many guys that catch my eyes as much as the señoras do, and believe me querido there aren't many good looking guys that catch my interest."

his eyes were looking me up and down and making me feel really uncomfortable

even more so when he started to lick his lips and wiggle his eyebrows up and down

I was wearing a simple loose black shirt on and blue jeans, with of course light brown cowboy boots

it was of course the clothes I came into the bar in.

I decided to just leave, I still have some vacation left before I had to head back

and being around this womanizer or manizer (is that even a word?), isn't helping with my break from work.

"before you go querido, what's your name?"

might as well tell him, not like we will see each other again after this

and if we do I'm going to get him to agree to a divorce.

"it's Rustyn."

after I told him my name he got this smirk on his face "should I call you Rusty querido?"

I replied with a glare and saying "please don't."

and with that I turn the doorknob once more so I can leave this nightmare

little did I know, fate had other plans for me...

I started to hear thunder outside even if we were still inside and I was not yet in the hallway yet

but I knew better than to go out when it was thundering like the way it sounds

and plus how loud it was made me jump and grab the next thing close to me

I didn't even notice that I end up kicking the door back into being closed

the one I was hugging close to was the last person I wanted to comfort me during this weather

that was keeping me from leaving...and it really didn't help that he made shh-shh noises to me

before kissing my forehead "it's okay querido, I'm here..."

great, now I'm stuck until the storm let's up and who knows how long it will last

"oh by the way, the name is Greasy."he tells me as his mouth was really close to my neck as he whispered it in my ear before placing ghostly kisses on my neck making me get chills all throughout my body

my eyes were closed and then I started to notice that I was being picked up and placed back onto the bed

and when I open my eyes I saw Greasy as he called himself

going back over to the door and locking it back up before turning to me with a seductive smirk

"while we are waiting...we might as well spend some time together querido."

oh boy...this day just can't get anymore worse, I mean even if I do like guys myself

but I would never think of going for someone from the toon patrol because of their past

plus I wonder how he would react if he knew I was really a toon that was using toon tonic to make myself seem like a human...and I was really a toon weasel like him?

Ha! as if he could figure that out, I mean what is he going to do? go through my stuff?

as he was walking towards me his foot it one of my bags and making something fall out

it was a bottle of blue liquid "wait is this...?"he pondered as he bends down and picks up the bottle

"toon tonic? querido do you want to explain something to me about why you have this?"

great now even sounds like a husband,

guess I should explain to him why I have it and the reason behind why I hide my real form...

maybe this will get him to agree to a divorce.

to be concluded