Note: Sorry for the delay in this chapter, but I've been kind of busy. Thank God for the weekend.

Alicia—I know, right? I don't like bragging, but I'm actually really proud of that last chapter, ha hah.

Jenna—I have had little success in turning my father into an Inuyasha fan…*sighs*. Oh, well. Here's a chapter with us in it!

greatbigsealover44—I'm sure Alicia would be glad to know that you think so, but I'm not sure how Dolores would feel.

Hearts Aglow—Oh, you're welcome!

Chapter Thirty-Five

"Mommy, I didn't mean to run Groucho Marx over…"

"Hey, Lulu, wake up!" Jenna shook Lulu awake, and Lulu sat up, banged her head on something hard, and fell back down.

"Ouch…are we in a coffin?" They were in an oblong container of some sort, and everything was pure black. The girls were cramped for space, and it didn't help when Jenna's toes were stepped on by something furry.

"OUCH, my feet…watch it, Roger!"

"MY feet are extra lucky. They're rabbit feet, after all!" The Toon bragged.

"Oh yeah, well, we could use a lot of luck trying to get out of this damn…where are we?" Jenna demanded, rubbing her sore toes.

"I think this is the back of Jessica's car! I recognize her perfume scent!"

"Oh, is that what it is?" Jenna gagged. "I thought a skunk crawled in here and died."

"Hey, I bought her it as a birthday gift!" Roger angrily said.

"So do you know how to get out of here?" Lulu asked, deciding to change the subject. "I don't suppose she kept any spare keys in here…"

"No, she didn't," he said glumly. "But maybe if we make a lot of noise, she'll let us out!"

"I can't move at all!" Jenna protested. "How are we supposed to make noise?"

"Allow me to demonstrate," Roger said pertly. He cleared his throat elegantly, opened his mouth, took a deep breath, and screamed: "HELP US! OH, HELP US! PLEASE! JESSICA! HELP US!"

"My ears are bleeding," Lulu mumbled, trying her best to do a facepalm.

"Mine are, too," Jenna added…but Roger shut his cake-hole when the trunk opened and a bunch of light blinded them. A figure stood over them, and Roger seemed pleased that his plan had worked.

"Jessica, is that you? What are we doing in the back of the car? Let's get outta here!"

BANG! CRASH! Roger's head came into contact with…a frying pan? "My contract didn't say anything about tweeting birds," Roger said sleepily before passing out. Lulu and Jenna blinked, and their eyes adjusted to the light. Toon birds were flying in a perfect circle around his head, chirping happily. And Jenna was more than a little happy to see who it was that had rescued them.

"Hey, Greasy, I missed you!"

"Hola, chicas," the weasel grinned back, casually swinging the frying pan around. He offered Jenna his hand, and she took it and stepped out of the trunk. Lulu followed, and she stood still, rubbing her eyes a little.

"We're in Toon Town, aren't we?"

"Not too far from where the Acme geezer's resting," another familiar voice said, and she beamed, turning to face Smart Ass. He was leaning against the side of his car, smoking a cigar. He looked exactly the way he did the day Lulu met him, and she ran up to him and scooped him up in a hug. The other three were walking around, looking bored and anxious to get a move on. Wheezy was particularly jumpy, and paused only to lean against the car that had Roger resting in. He glared at the girls as he smoked a cigarette.

"Wait a second…" Lulu paused, yanked her arm out of Smarty's, and stared at the yellow car. "This is Jessica Rabbit's car!"

"How do you know?" Jenna asked, wrinkling her nose at the car. It was the prettiest car she had seen…in fact, she thought that the wife of an A-List Toon could probably do better for a mode of transportation.

"I saw it parked outside of the Acme Warehouse…the day we met them," she explained, pointing at the Toon Patrol. "So, where's Jessica?"

"Beats me," Smarty shrugged. "Let's just go."

"Where are we going?"

"You'll find out soon enough," Wheezy said cryptically, and Lulu rolled her eyes.

"And you're leaving Roger here?"

"We'll catch up with him later," Greasy grinned. "You two are more important."

"Aw, thanks," Jenna cooed, hugging him.

"But I'm sick of all this cat-and-mouse shit," Wheezy complained.

"Get over it," Smarty snapped. "And get in the back."

"Chicas ride shotgun," Greasy insisted, wrapping an arm around Jenna's waist. Stupid and Psycho slipped out of the driver's seat, and followed Wheezy to the back, leaving the two head weasels and their girlfriends to squeeze in the front.

"Here kitty, here kitty kitty kitty!" Psycho babbled from the back of the car, and they all drove away, cracking up.

Review, please! :)

Sorry this chapter's so short! I'll make up for it next time, I promise!