Chapter Six: Mister Doctor Meddling Love

Buster is hugging Babs, but finally lets go of her.

"So, Buster I'm guessing you're happy to see me?" Babs asks, with a knowing grin.

"Yeah," he admits sheepishly. "Are you all right?"

"Oh, I'm fine. Are you okay?" she places a hand on his arm. "When we came in you were pacing back and forth and acting all… fidgety."

Buster shrugged it off. "Oh sure. I was just worried…" He glances at the pink bunny nervously. "You know, worried you weren't okay."

"You were worried about lil' ol' me?" Babs teases him with a Southern accent.

"I guess so," he agrees.

"Hey, do you guys want to like, watch more episodes or some junk?" Shirley asks them, not surprised that they just noticed her.

"Sure," Buster says, and walks over to the couch, followed by Babs.

"So, uh, how is she?" Plucky whispers to Buster.

"Who?"

"You know who I'm talking about," Plucky says, tilting his head over at Babs.

"Oh, she's fine," Buster replies, looking around.

The green mallard eyes his friend. "You okay, pal?"

"Oh, sure," he replies absentmindedly.

"Come on, Buster. Tell me what's buggin' ya," the duck presses.

"Well, I don't know," he admits. "I guess I'm just, shocked. I mean, she left feeling awful, and now she's feeling great."

"Uh, isn't that a good thing?" Plucky whispers to him.

"Well, I just sorta think that she wasn't sick," he informs his friend.

Again, the duck was confused. "But… That's even better!"

"No, I mean, I think she's sick of me…" his voice trailed off.

Plucky felt bad for his friend and immediately tried to comfort him. "Buster, you know how much she likes you; she'd never even think something like that."

"Well, she's been gloomy," he pointed out.

"Oh, come on. That doesn't mean anything."

"I'm sure you're just the expert in this sort of thing, Dr. Love?" Buster retorts.

Plucky then changes in a doctor's outfit with a heart on his jacket. "Well, actually yes. But you can call me, Mister Dr. Love." Plucky then walks over to Shirley.

"Oh brother," Buster shakes his head.

"Say, Shirl…" Plucky starts slyly.

"What? Are you going to hit on me for like, the thousandth time or some junk?" Shirley asks, as she glares at him.

"No, and I've only attempted to do that 975 times thank you very much. I wanted to ask you something," he says, bending down on one knee.

Shirley looked at him in shock. "Like, are you gonna propose? 'Cause I'm totally not interested."

"Nope, I dropped my notepad." Plucky grabs it from under the couch and then gets back up. "Anyway, what when on when you girls left?" he gives her a curious look.

"Just what exactly are you asking that for?" Shirley looks at him with her arms crossed.

"Look, it's 'cause Buster thinks Babs acted like she was sick to get away from him," Plucky says. "Like, she's tired of him," he slows down at that last part.

"Like I'm not juvenile, or some junk, Plucky. I totally get it."

"Hey, hey, sorry. Just tell me what happened," he pulls out a recorder. "And speak every detail."

"You're totally confusing, Plucky," Shirley says in an almost-fond tone.

"Thank you," he smiled. "So anyway, start." Plucky presses the record button.

"So like, Fifi and I took Babs to a bench, and asked her if she was okay. She said she knows that she's not sick or some junk, and so I, like, asked her why she needed a second. So she said that, like, when she wanted to find out if we had any fans, she just wanted to find something like a fan site, not go on a huge journey."

"Oh," Plucky muttered.

"And then I said, like, it's just 'cause we care about her that we were gonna do it in the first place. Fifi whispered to me, and like, said, "We or he," and pointed to a picture of Buster and Babs in the Tiny Toons logo. Then I like, told them should we get back or some junk. I think he might be worrying about her. Then we went back and that was like, it."

"Well, thanks," Plucky says as he's about to turn the recorder off. Shirley stops him.

"Like, wait. There was something else. While we were walking back, Babs asked me something. I think she said, "Hey, do think he's worried about me?" And then I said, "Like who?" And she said, "Buster…" And I said, "Well, like, probably. I mean, he's like totally nuts over you." She like, chuckled and said, "Yeah…" And then we entered the room, or some junk."

"Now are you done?"

"For sure," she nodded.

"Good." Plucky says, as he turns off the recorder and rushes over to Buster.


This probably the longest chapter so far! My personal favorite. Don't ask me how I came up with "Mister Doctor Meddling Love," even I don't remember!