By the time one Barbara Anne ("Don't call me that!") whoops, sorry, I mean, Babs Bunny had gotten dressed and made her way to Buster's warren, dawn was beginning to peek over the horizon. As she approached the stump, Babs saw that it had been shut panic room-style. Gently knocking on it (and by "gently knocking" I mean "pounding with all her might"), she cried out "BUSTER BRIAN BUNNY, YOU GET UP HERE RIGHT NOW!"

Buster almost choked on a swig of OJ. "I hate it when she uses my full name." he meekly stated. Above ground, his image appeared on a monitor. "Eh," he took a few seconds to eat a spoonful of Carrot-Os, "what's up, doc?"

"My blood pressure, that's what! Now you get your cottontail up here right this minute!"

"I'd love to, Babsy, but I'm allergic to pain," he coolly stated, cocky half-grin smeared on his face.

"But Buster, without you, Plucky'll be the star of the show." Dejected, Buster turned to face the audience as his head turned into a giant lollipop with the word "sucker" on it. Elsewhere, a certain mischievous mallard got dollar signs in his eyes (complete with the "ching-ching!" sound effect) and he had no idea why. But I digress…

With that, Buster pressed the door release and bolted up through the stump, or rather, he would have, if he hadn't run headlong into the bottom of a cast-iron frying pan that Babs was holding over the hole with a resounding "clang!" Babs took a second to marvel at the ears-and-all impression Buster's noggin had left before spin-changing into the infant version of the aforementioned waterfowl. "Buthter go down da ho-ole." Deciding to indulge herself by doing one more spin-change, she disguised herself as one of her favorite comediennes, as she now donned a ginormous squirrel tail tied around her hips, a magenta handbag, a green umbrella, and a green bowler with a white gardenia. "Now that's comedy! Heh, heh, heh." Changing back, she quipped, "I just can't help myself."

Meanwhile, all that Buster (who lay at the bottom of a newly formed lagomorph-shaped crater in the floor of his warren) could do was sing "…up above the world you fly…"

Buster's spirits improved not a jot as he caught up with Plucky on the way to school. "So, Pluckster, what'd ya think of the movie last night?"

"It wash a shmash," the downtrodden duck sardonically punned as he indicated several bandages and bruises. "Sho, did ya do it?"

"Ugh. Yeah."

"How'd she take it?"

"Let's just say that when she gets over it, they'll have a better chance of finding El Dorado than they will of finding me."

"Cheer up, buddy, I've got shome good newsh."

"Yeah? What?"

"I got a royalty check from Babsh' lawyersh today!"

"How's that good news for me?"

"Not everything'sh about you, you know. Shay, do you shmell shomething?"

"Yeah! Phew! What, did the sewers back up or somethin'?" No sooner had those words passed Buster's buckteeth than an embarrassed cobalt kitty bolted past them. "Was that Furrball?"

"Looksh like Furrball. HEY, FURBALL!" Silence.

"Reacts like Furrball."

And then they were once again upwind of the foul-smelling feline. "SHMELLSH LIKE HOBOKEN!" As they approached the school, they caught sight of a newly-blonde bunny bouncing up the steps. "If you want to make it up to her, now'sh your chanshe. And remember, I'm right behind ya, pal"

"Thanks, Plucky." Buster gulped nervously. "Hey, Babs!" The cream-colored coney visibly tightened up, and her ears each did a remarkable impression of a tea kettle ("I'm way behind ya, pal." Plucky murmured, as he ran to school so fast that he left a thin flame in his wake).

Composing herself, she turned to the blue bunny boy. "Buster, you pranked me on my birthday! However, as I am a reasonable bunny, I'm gonna go easy on you." She did another spin-change, and when she was done, she had bushy eyebrows, an equally bushy moustache, and was holding her carrot like a cigar. Adopting a thick New York accent, she stated, "I'm gonna give you ten years in Leavenwoith, or eleven years in Twelvewoith."

"I'll tell you what I'll do: I'll take five and ten in Woolworth. Look, I'm real sorry about what I did to ya. Truce?"

"Bustah, I got a good mind to join a club and beat you ovah da head wid it." She changed back. "Ah, what the hey." Babs twitched her eyebrows at the audience. As she took Buster's proffered paw, the buzzer she'd been concealing sent enough volts through him to light up Chicago.

Smoke rising off of his heavily charred body; he muttered "Please don't kill me."

She spin-changed into a clown with a purple suit, some very uneven makeup, and a stringy green wig. "I don't want to kill you! What would I do without you?" Then she spin-changed into a woodpecker costume "Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, hahahahaha." After that, she bolted for the school.

"Of course, you know this means war."

And then the bell rang. "Cuckoo! Cuckoo!" chimed Gogo. "If you plan on breathing around Furrball, you're cuckoo!"