Daffy was initially woken up by the sound of Bugs Bunny, upstairs, screaming at someone about a dream or something of the like. He tried to fall back asleep, but was then fully jolted awake by the sound of something falling down the stairs.

Quickly, the duck jumped to his feet. "Bugsth?"

Seeing as he received no response from the hare, Daffy cautiously walked out of the living room, only to find Bugs in an unconscious heap at the bottom of the stairs.

"Oh no. B-... Bugsth? Bugsth, can you hear me?"

Bugs didn't respond in any way, shape, or form, causing Daffy to worry.

"Omigod omigod omigod omigod omi-"

"Nnh... D-... Daff...?"

Daffy dropped down to his knees next to the rabbit. "Bugsth! What happened?!"

"D-Daff... G-... get... get out of... d'e house..."

"Why?"

"N-not... safe..."

"Who did thisth?!"

Bugs seemed to have to think about that for a long moment. "... I dunno..."

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. "Police! Open up!"

"Bugsth, can you sthtand?" Daffy asked in a hushed tone.

Bugs shook his head. "I t'ink I hurt my ankle in d'e fall..."

"Open this door, or we'll break it open!"

Daffy draped Bugs' arm over his own shoulders to help him up.

"Daff, what are you doing...?"

"I need to hide you."

"What? Daff, if ya do d'at and d'ey find out, d'ey'll arrest you, too...!"

"They're going to arrestht me anywaysth, it doesthn't matter, come on!" Daffy rushed and dragged Bugs along to the basement door. Realizing it would take too long to get Bugs down the stairs, he simply sat Bugs down on the first step down. "I'll try my bestht to make sthure they don't open thisth door."

"Daff... T'ink about d'is. Don't do d'is." Bugs pleaded quietly.

"I don't have a choicthe. I'm not lettin' them take you now." After saying this, Daffy gently closed the door as to not make a lot of noise.

"We'll give you five seconds to open this door! Five!"

Daffy ran like mad for the door, preferring they not break it down, and managed to whip it open right before the officer yelling outside reached "One."

"Mr. Duck, we have a warrant to search your house." said the other officer.

"Geez, can't a guy get sthome shut-eye around here...?" Daffy complained, but decided to comply with the officers. Everyone was always saying that he was a master liar. Now it was time for him to pray that they were right.

The two officers welcomed themselves into Daffy's house. Daffy opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off when one of the officers pulled out a simple tape recorder and hit record.

"Do you mind if I record this, Mr. Duck?"

"... I sthupposthe not."

The other officer laughed gruffly. "Don't mind his weird habits. He's always recording shit. Wants to be a novelist or something."

"... Uh huh. Would either of you mind telling me what it isth exactly that you're lookin' for?"

"Mr. Duck, when was the last time you saw Bugs Bunny?"

"Um... I can't sthay that I remember. Why?"

"Well, he is considered to be a fugitive now..." The officer said with a hint of sardonism in his tone.

"A fugitive? What for?"

The other officer turned. "For murdering Speedy Gonzales and Tina Russo, that's what for."

"What?! You guysth mustht be wrong. Bugsth would never do that!"

"Oh, we think he did, and he also WANTED to be caught! He took off his gloves and got his fingerprints everywhere! Face it, duck - he's a psychopath."

"He'sth really not."

"You haven't seen what he did to Tina's face." The officer growled under his breath.

"Well, mind givin' me sthome detailsth to work off of?"

"He gave her a Glasgow grin. Cut her fucking cheeks from ear to goddamned ear."

The vision of Tina's corpse as he'd seen it was still fresh in Daffy's mind, and he realized that either the officer was making shit up, or Bugs really had given her such an immortalized smile when he attempted to frame himself.

"No words, huh? Now maybe you'll tell us the fucking truth about where he is."

"Language, language. You're in my housthe."

"So what?"

"Hey!" The other officer interrupted. "Be quiet for a minute! Did you hear that?"

For a long moment, everyone was silent.

"It sounded like it came from the basement."

Daffy and the brutish officer both remained silent.

"Fine. I'm going to go check it out, then. Stay here with Mr. Duck while I check it out, would you, Charles?"

'Charles' grumbled. "Whatever."

The nicer officer reached for the door handle, making Daffy stretch out his neck in anxiety, but when he opened it, Bugs wasn't there anymore. The officer walked further down the stairs, and disappeared into the basement, so Daffy tried to play it cool.

"Charles, huh? Not sthure if that name sthuitsth you, stheeing asth how I insthtantly assthocthiate it with a princthe and all..."

"Shut up." Charles snarled.

For a minute or two, all was quiet.

Too quiet.

"Hey," Charles shouted down into the basement. "Are you still standing in there? I'm coming down."

"Aw, how cute. Stho you do care about him."

"He's my partner. I have to care or else I'll lose my job." Charles then disappeared into the basement.

Daffy was both relieved to be alone and scared that Bugs had been found downstairs, so he really didn't know what to do. He was somewhat eased by the peace and quiet - that was, until Charles ran back upstairs.

"You bastard! You were hiding him in the basement, weren't you?!"

"Hidin' who?!" Daffy argued.

"That goddamned crazy ra-" There was some sort of sickening noise from behind Charles, and with it, the officer suddenly stopped speaking.

"... Ch-... Hey... Hello?"

Charles fell to his knees, and then forward onto his stomach, making Daffy skitter back a bit. Sticking out of the back of the officer's neck was a pair of thin-nose pliers, which could have been found in a useless little toolbox downstairs that Daffy had bought because he felt like it once.

Petrified, Daffy could do nothing but stare at the wound there for a long moment, but he quickly worked up the strength to slowly look up.

Standing in the doorway to the basement was Bugs Bunny, speckled with blood here and there, and with his forearms-to-fingertips essentially dyed by the substance. He stared down at the officer's body with the sort of look only someone who had killed before could give.

"B-... B-... Bugsth...?" Daffy stammered.

"Don't go downstairs, Daff. I'll take care of d'e mess later, but it's not somet'ing you should see."

Despite this, Daffy shoved past Bugs and hurried down the stairs. He reached up and turned on the light...

... and immediately wished that he hadn't.

Bugs casually walked back down into the basement, albeit with a slight limp due to his hurt ankle, at the sound of Daffy's hysterical scream.

Daffy leaned against the stairway, trying to puke but finding himself unable to as he hadn't eaten recently. He looked up at Bugs, who sort of just gazed at him.

"I warned ya, Daff."

"Why?! Why'd you do that to him?!"

"He would'a found me. D'en we'd bot' be in trouble."

"Look at what you did to him, Bugsth! Look!" Daffy screamed.

Bugs obeyed, however reluctantly, and gazed upon his handiwork. It looked to Daffy as if this were Bugs' first time really looking at what he'd done, really thinking about it, for the rabbit started to tremble.

"You could've justht knocked him out! What good did it do to..." Daffy gulped a bit. "T-to cut open histh sthtomach like that, and... and choke him out with hi-"

"Shut up!" Bugs shouted suddenly. "I dunno, Daff! I dunno what good it did! It just... It just felt right somehow!"

"Felt right?!"

Bugs sat himself down carelessly on the stair above the one he stood on and looked down between his large feet. "I just dunno, Daffy... I... I did what I had to. I couldn't stop. It's too late now, okay...? ... Do you think I'm crazy, Daffy?"

Daffy couldn't bring himself to answer. He wasn't even entirely sure if he was really there. Was he still asleep? Was this all just some whacked up nightmare?

"I only did what I had to do to keep you safe... So... Am I crazy for that, Daffy?"