Int.

The bus was partially crowded by murmuring passengers, yet Buster and Plucky managed to find seats for themselves...in the very back.

It was at least over an hour during their bus ride and Buster still grew clueless as to where they were going. But as his suspicions narrow to Plucky, he may have a pretty good idea where they were going. However, he wasn't sure of whether it's an honest joy ride to a place he wasn't told about or an elaborate scheme to have him rising in sexual ecstasy.

Either way, Buster's questions grew unanswered at this point. And he hadn't the time to question his little mind since his drowsy eyes were drifting to a close due to the air conditioner inside the bus. Throughout the hour, he tried to fight the air, but couldn't. He could feel his head loosening and lowering down, but he managed to lift it back up.

As he sighed frustratedly, Plucky took notice of the predicament.

"Can't stay awake?" He asked

"No! And it's becoming inevitably impossible since the air conditioner's set to cold." Buster said before laying his head against the window with his eyes open. "Where are we going anyway?"

"None of your business. I said the trip is for me."

Rolling his eyes a bit, Buster spoke.

"And yet, you decide to drag me along."

Plucky sighed in defeat before speaking.

"Fine. We're going over to a private lounge where Fowlmouth and Company is at."

Buster cringed during the statement as Plucky noticed.

"What?"

"You said the 'P' word in there."

Plucky scoffed.

"What...'Private?'"

"Yes! Don't-Don't say that word in front of me, okay?"

Plucky groaned a bit and gazed from Buster.

"Oh, please. Sex is the last thing on my mind. And don't tell me that saying the 'S' word is giving you any uncomfortability."

"With the vow in effect, it's starting to."

Buster yawned a bit, as Plucky grew quiet. After two minutes, he shut his eyes a bit, and then quickly opened them back up in his wake.

Shaking his head, Buster spoke.

"Plucky, it's no use. I can't..." He trailed off

As he gazed to the side, he didn't see Plucky. Instead, to his surprise, he saw the same sensual beauty sitting beside him, fluttering her eyelashes and smiling seductively. Buster had no doubt that this was the feminine blue bunny from his repeated dreams. And what was more wildly surprising about this dream is that this girl was wearing a bikini...on a bus.

Briefly swallowing saliva, Buster started to speak, but only came out in stutters while gazing her seductive eyes and clothes.

"Wh-Wha-What are you doing here?" He asked

The female bunny giggled a bit and spoke.

"What am I doing here...lover?"

Buster gritted his teeth nervously due to the last part that she very seductively spoke of. Despite his nervous discomfort, he managed to speak.

"Y-You're not supposed to be in here."

Slowly, she crawled over to him while Buster braces back against the window.

"Why not?" She asked softly

Before he answered her, he glanced over to the other seats and noticed that no one was in any of the seats except for the driver, who happens to notice and gazed his way with an evil grin on his face.

"Don't mind me, friend. Go ahead."

With his shocked gaze to the driver, Buster spoke before returning his gaze to the seductive female blue bunny.

"B-Because you-you have a bikini on."

The female bunny took notice of her attire, literally admiring it, then gazed Buster joyfully.

"Oh! You like it?"

Buster swallowed saliva a bit and spoke.

"It's very- (Tic)-intriguing. But-But what I'm saying is that, uh, you-you're on a bus. You can't wear that on a bus."

With her smile kept, she creases her left brow.

"The driver doesn't mind."

With his evil grin, the driver spoke.

"No, I don't mind."

"See?"

Buster almost hyperventilated a bit then literally grew in despair since he doesn't have his medication with him. Shaking his head, he spoke.

"Fuck it."

Then, he instantly grasped her face with both hands and started lip locking with her.

When he released, he was issued a left hook to the face, which got him by surprise due to the impact.

"Ow!"

"Wake the fuck up, will ya?" A voice shouted out

Buster recognized that voice and grew of confusion before quickly gazing to the side to catch eyes with...

"Plucky?"

Plucky nodded, yet he had the surprise look on his face from the lip-lock.

"Yeah."

Buster took time to think while in his confused state before speaking.

"Was I asleep?" He asked

Naturally, Plucky nodded in response.

Slowly closing his eyes, Buster's lips tensed up before he started gritting his teeth in frustration. But instantly managed to suppress his anger and spoke.

"Dammit! This dream is killing me."

Rubbing the lip-locking taste from his mouth in disgust, Plucky spoke.

"I'll say it is."

As Buster sighed deeply with his gaze from him, Plucky started digging in his pocket for something.

"Look, here's something for you to stay awake for the rest of the ride."

Buster gazed Plucky, then looked down at the small circular pad in his hand.

In confusion, Buster gazed Plucky.

"What's that?" He asked

"Shock pad."

Quickly grimacing in surprise, Buster shook his head in response before Plucky spoke.

"Look, you wanna stay awake or not?"

"Sure. But-But--"

"Then, here."

Instantly, Plucky slapped the pad on the back of Buster's hand.

Due to contact, the pad instantly sent an electric shock to Buster's hand, causing him to flinch from the reaction with his teeth gritted and his eyes wide open.

Plucky noticed and spoke.

"You okay?"

Slowly, Buster turned to Plucky and spoke with his teeth gritted.

"Yes. I'm fine."

Plucky nodded.

"Good. No more dreams."

Plucky got comfortable in the seat and kept quiet while Buster breathed in and out from the experience of the pad before relaxing himself.

Ext.

As the bus made its leave throughout the streets, the entire ordeal was being watched by a shadowy figure on the sidewalk.

Int.

Meanwhile, in a private lounge, Fowlmouth was seated at a lounge seat with a few friends, who were in their early 20s, that consist of two male coyotes, and two black human teenage boys.

The first grey coyote, whose name is Lloyd, wore a jersey jacket, wore tennis shoes, and blue jeans, he had hair between his ears, blue eyes, and sharp jaws.

The other, whose name is Joe, was wearing the same coat, only he was wearing green pants. He has green eyes, shorter hair between his ears, and a short-lined goatee on his chin, tennis shoes on his feets, and has sharper jaws than the first one.

The first dark-skinned teenager, whose name is Damon, had shorter black hair, brown eyes with the shades covering it, and has a bit of sideburns on both his cheeks.

He wore a black designed jacket, dark pants, and tennis shoes.

The other dark-skinned teen, whose name was Dennis, was almost in the same article of clothing, except that he has shorter black pants on. His hair was cut short almost to the point of baldness, his eyes were a black color, and had a shorter goatee to his chin.

All were having a joyful conversation in their own profane manner, while a few half-naked female ladies were dancing upon the center stage nearby.

Momentarily, Fowlmouth checked his watch and grimaced in annoyance.

"What the fuck is taking them so long?" He muttered

All that was presence at the table shared glances to him upon his question.

"What the fuck is taking who so long?" Damon asked

Fowlmouth gazed up to them a bit in confusion, and then anticipation quickly framed his face before he spoke.

"Oh! Oh, I-I'm just waiting on a friend. He's coming over here pretty soon."

"Oh, yeah? Who are they?" Dennis asked

"Plucky and Buster."

Dennis nodded, but did a double take of surprise to Fowlmouth before speaking.

"Wait. Buster Bunny?"

Fowlmouth nodded, but grew confused by his expression.

"Yeah, why?"

"Isn't he playing 'Cinderella Rabbit' right now with this vow thing?"

Fowlmouth shrugged both his shoulders at the thought before speaking.

"Well, technically, yeah. With a certain blunt of difference."

"Such as what?" Damon asked

"No white dress, no wigs, no feminine figure, no ruby red slipper, no bullshit like that."

Damon nodded impressively.

"Ah, blunt."

"Alright, look. Get rid of those strippers before they get here."

Dennis and Damon nodded before getting up from the seats and waltzing towards the stage to carry out the ordeal.

It took a while, but the two guys managed to do away with the strippers as they made their way back to the lounge seat while conversing in their own profane manner on a recent incident.

"Boy, did you check out her ass?" Damon asked

Literally, Dennis made a gesture for a picture of description before speaking.

"This thick." He said while Damon chuckled. "I mean, I have never seen a girl's ass that thick in my whole fuckin' life, man."

Fowlmouth snickered and spoke.

"Yeah, you have."

As they both sat in their seat next to Joe and Lloyd, Dennis grimaced to Fowlmouth and spoke.

"And how do you know?"

"Trust me. You're not hard to figure out, brah."

Lloyd and Joe shrugged their shoulders.

"That's true." They both said in unison

"Hey, shut up!" Dennis said

All, except Dennis, started snickering inwardly. But Fowlmouth instantly halted when he caught sight of a bus stopping across the street.

As Fowlmouth resumed close observation, the bus departed to reveal Buster and Plucky on the sidewalk in an attempt to cross the streets to their position.

"Oh, shit. They're here." Fowlmouth said

All eyes fell to Fowlmouth in surprise before Joe spoke.

"They are?"

Fowlmouth nodded.

"Yeah. Listen, if you guys have any cigarettes with you, toss it. Don't ask me why. Just do it."

Dennis, Damon, Joe, and Lloyd exchanged glances to each other in confusion a bit before gazing Fowlmouth and nodding in response.

Ext.

Buster and Plucky were crossing the street while the cars were awaiting the change of the traffic lights.

During their walk, Buster was becoming increasingly worried on the issue of his medication while Plucky tried to no avail to calm him down.

"Buster, will you fucking calm down?"

"Plucky, I have to get my prescription for my medication." He said as they both were now on the sidewalk and approaching towards the designated area. "If I go pass the time line..."

"I know, I know. Listen, you have your doctor's cell phone number?"

"Yeah, why?"

As they halted in front of the restaurant, Plucky reached in his pocket, took out his cell phone, and then tossed it to Buster, who caught it with both hands.

"Call him. Tell him you'll be a little late on your prescription."

Quickly, he issued a look of shock to Plucky and spoke.

"Bullshit! Are you kidding me? Come on, I can't do that!"

Plucky groaned in annoyance.

"Look--"

"Plucky, I have to get that prescription on time. Did I--Did I mention a time line on this?"

Plucky nodded.

"Yeah, you did."

"Then you understand--"

"I understand that if you don't calm your nerves down, I'm gonna throw you down on that fuckin' street and let the cars flatten you to death."

Instantly, an expression of surprise framed his face directly to Plucky's soft glaring eyes before he scoffed with a sudden smile to his face.

"Nice."

Instantly, Plucky loosened his expression with a straight face and a smile before speaking.

"You think so?"

Buster nodded.

"Yeah. Just what I need to calm myself down."

Cockily, Plucky shrugged his shoulders.

"I try."

Buster nodded unconvincingly.

"Yeah, sure you did. You weren't really gonna throw me in the streets of roaming cars, were you?"

Defensively, he nodded.

"Of-Of course I was."

Shaking his head, Buster spoke.

"No, you weren't. You don't have the stomach for it. Besides, you wouldn't live with yourself if you did do it."

Plucky was about to speak on the matter, but instead, he sighed in defeat with his head hanging.

"You're right."

Smiling, Buster nodded.

"Of course I am." He said, smugly

Plucky chuckled inwardly.

"Come on, let's go inside."

Buster nodded.

"Okay. You sure it's safe?"

Instantly, Plucky sent a glare to Buster, who raised both his hands up defenselessly with a grin on his face.

"Just testing."

Without a single word, they both entered the place.

Int.

As soon as they entered, Buster did a close observation of the place. Then, he halted as he observed the stage, but was relieved that it was empty, which means no strippers.

Then, he took note of various customers in other lounges pleasurably smoking on cigarettes. Sighing, Buster shook his head in disgust. He just hopes that Fowlmouth and a couple of his friends won't display that kind of habit in front of him to alert his allergic reaction.

"Hey, guys, over here!"

Buster recognized that voice as Fowlmouth as Plucky dragged him along towards their lounge.

As soon as he did, Buster regarded every single one of Fowlmouth's friends.

Damon, Dennis, Lloyd, and Joe took note of it and issued smiles to their faces.

"Hey, Cinderella!" Lloyd jestered in greeting.

Instantly, Lloyd flinched from a slight jab he got from Joe upon that comment.

Buster creased his left brow a bit, but disregarded the issue for a while before he and Plucky took their seats.

The lounge was long, so it wasn't complicated to get a seat. Buster positioned himself next to where Joe, Lloyd, and Fowlmouth are seated while Plucky followed suit to where Damon and Dennis are positioned.

After they got comfortable, Plucky started on the conversation.

"So, what's on our agenda today?"

As the conversation began, Buster mentally disregarded it since it had nothing to do with him and everything to do with Plucky and Fowlmouth at this point.

While doing so, he started thinking about this vow he placed upon himself and what will happen if Babs ever found out.

A lot has gone through his mind of the most heinous things she could do to him.

(Flashback)

He pictured Babs with a flamethrower in hand, burning him alive while he screamed in pain. When she was done, she seized the torture while Buster's corpse, in cartoon-style fashion, was burnt to a crisp while his eyes were blinking.

(Flashback Ends)

He shuddered at that thought.

'No way. She wouldn't go that far. Or could she?'

It was a strong possibility. But then, another thought occurred to him.

(Flashback)

He pictured her with an anger-fueled look on her face. Burning flared eyes, grinding saliva-filled teeth, and an expression of mere death written on her face.

'If I ever find out about this, I'll fucking kill you and send you straight to Hell, Buster Bunny!!"

(Flashback Ends)

Buster flinched in fright from that thought. That was a possibility. In truth, he has seen Babs hysterical and crazy before. But the question was: Will she even consider going that far if she ever found out the truth?

"Buster?" A voice echoed

He didn't answer due to the fact that he was terrified to answer the question he was pondering.

He was so into his own thoughts that he didn't notice Plucky, Fowlmouth, and the others face staring at him with worries.

"Buster, you alright?" Plucky asked, his voice distorted

Then, as Plucky braced his left shoulder to shake him back to reality, Buster instantly shriek in fear, then, with quick reflex, threw a left punch to the green duck's face, literally knocking his beak off.

The beak flew and managed to smooth Lloyd directly on his lips.

Instantly, Lloyd yanked off the beak and threw it on the table while spitting the disgusting taste from his mouth.

As Buster breaths heavily with his teeth grinded, reality seeped into the rabbit's mind as Plucky grew an annoyed expression on his face while the others, except Lloyd, laughed hysterically at the display.

Momentarily, Plucky's beak, which was positioned on the table, spoke.

"Yeah, very funny. Very fucking funny."

After wiping his face off, Lloyd spoke.

"Buster, watch where you hit that disgusting beak."

Instantly, Plucky, who was highly offended by that comment, snatched his beak and positioned it back in his rightful place.

"Hey!" Plucky retorted to Lloyd before Fowlmouth interjected while halting his laughter.

"Guys, guys, come on. That's enough." He said before gazing to Buster. "Buster, you alright, man?"

Although witnessing the display the entire time without interrupting, Buster gazed Fowlmouth for a moment with a hint of confusion and spoke.

"Huh?"

As Plucky positioned himself back to his back, Fowlmouth spoke.

"I said, are you okay?"

Silence a bit, Buster spoke.

"Uh, yeah. I'm...I'm okay."

After a while of silence, they nodded and resumed their daily routine.