While Lola continued to endless practice more basketball while farting, Daffy watched in annoyance and boredom.
"Just desthpicable! Thisth isth stho boring that I justh wanna get sthot!" Daffy complained. Suddenly he was accidentally shot by Elmer Fudd, who was working on his shotgun from the other end of the court, causing Daffy's beak to reappear behind his head as the cloud of smoke disappeared. Daffy stared angrily at Elmer. "Watch where you sthoot that thing, bub!" he yelled through his beak on the back of his head, grabbing it and moving it back into place.
"Sowwy about dat. My shotgun has to be weady in case wabbit season comes. Hehehehehehehe." Elmer giggled.
Lola stopped, overhearing Elmer's statement and holding the ball in her arm. "Oh it's just so easy to literally try to tale shots at my boyfriend, isnt it?" Lola remarked, her next fart puffing up her shorts.
"Yes m'am, it's what I do for a living." Elmer stated.
Daffy stood up and pointed his finger out. "Besthides I'm usually always the one who gets sthot when I'm in the picture! That rabbit is too sthmart for any of us, but one day I will beat him!"
Suddenly, a golden basketball rolled into the room, catching Daffy's eye as he chased it to the end of the court. "Gold! Gold and it's all mine! Mine mine mine mine mine! It's mine! Mine! No one else's! Mine!" Daffy yelled, continuing his greedy remarks as he chased the gold ball into the locker rooms.
Bugs walked in, a clever look on his face as he munched on a carrot. "Boy, gold paint will sure fool anyone who's as dimwitted as that duck, won't it?"
Lola giggled. "Sure will! It stinks for him." Lola placed her right hand over her butt, farting loudly as the gas passed through her hand. "But not as much as I stink!" she giggled. "Being fit sure has its privileges."
"You wanna practice together some more?" Bugs asked. "I'd ask you to keep your winds to a minimum, but I don't see how it matters."
Lola smirks. "Oh I can't make that promise, big boy. You're just going to have to deal with it. After all, you know how long and loud those big ones of mine can get when I slam to the jam!" Lola bent over, her loud, bassy fart puffing up her purple shorts.
Bugs turned to the audience, shrugging a bit. "Eh, we'll see how it goes, folks."