Chapter 1
It had been a cold winter night when Buster Bunny got his new job. December 1st to be exact! He had been roaming the streets of Burbank late that night, hoping to come across something worth doing to keep him away from his home. Don't get him wrong, he loved his folks, he really really did. But things around the house had been tense since the show was cancelled. Buster hadn't been sure why his parents got as distant as they had, but he shrugged it off. It had been a main money source for them all. And the fact that there was no decent reason given to them regarding the cancellation probably hadn't done much to ease the couple. Still, he felt as though they had been taking their anger out on him personally. And the feeling he got whenever he thought of that made him sick to his stomach. Oh…wait…right! Getting back to the back story.
He was just about to turn the corner onto South Street when heard someone call his name.
"Aren't you Buster Bunny? As in THE Buster Bunny?" He turned around to see a man in a rather fancy looking suit carrying a briefcase staring at him. Buster couldn't help but notice how out of character he looked when standing in the exact spot he had been standing in at the time. Everything in Burbank was mucky and disgusting. This guy and his suit was clean, well kept and very happy. If this guy is a tourist.. I would hate to see what his hometown looks like he thought to himself as he approached the man nonetheless. "Why, yes, yes I am! No relation." Buster had offered the guy a hand, expecting a gentle yet firm shake in response. What he got instead was a shake so hard that he nearly flew into the sky once the elder man let go. Luckily he was still wearing his Acme Cement Boots at the time.
"Lovely to finally meet you in person Buster! Sorry about your show being cancelled and all." Buster could only manage a slight grimace in response. Yeah, he was sorry too.
"You sure seem to be holding up alright though!" The man continued on, sparkly eyes and all.
"Yeah, well, someone's gotta be the captain of the Titanic, you know?"
"Oh do I ever! Say, you've still got that awesome sense of humor going for ya. Ever hear of the Ink and Paint Club?" Heard of it? He's DREAMED of it! "'Course I have! You can't be a toon if you haven't heard of that place. Must be protocol or something." The man's smile, if possible, got bigger at Buster's response.
"I'm so happy to hear that! Because I just received word that they've got an opening for a comedian every night at 8:30 with your name written all over it." This couldn't be happening. Buster had spent the last nine years searching for a comedy job and now there was one literally being handed to him. Not being one to turn down such an amazing opportunity Buster's eyes blew right up.
"COUNT ME IN!"