Letter
"Like this?" asked Buster
"A little more to da right…dat's it," said Bugs
It was Toon Physics 101. And right now the class was observing a demonstration. Buster was atop a ladder. He was holding an anvil over Hampton's head. Hampton was sweating nervously in his chair.
"Alright Buster, now let go," said Bugs
Hampton shielded his head to brace himself for impact when Buster removed his gloved hand from under the anvil. Hampton peeked trough his arms and saw that the anvil was suspended in mid air. He let out a sigh of relief. Phew!
"Great job, Buster," said Bugs, "you see class? Da trick is always too…"
"Yeah! Yeah! Anybody can do that old bit!" said Plucky getting up from his seat
"Plucky, I don't think you should…" said Buster as he climbed down the ladder, but Plucky shoved him aside
"Let a pro do it!" said Plucky as he began to climb the ladder
He reached the top; and cracked his knuckles.
"Prepare to be amazed!" he yelled in his announcer voice
"Gulp…" muttered Hampton
As soon as Plucky put his hand under the anvil, gravity was reactivated and the anvil fell; pulling Plucky down with it.
"Ahh!"
CRASH!
From out of the dust, a new crater was in the floor. The class gathered around it, giggling at Plucky who had his hand caught under the anvil. The anvil moved a little and it fell on its side. Plucky pulled out his pancake-thin hand from underneath. When he removed his hand, he uncovered another hole. From which climbed out a bruised up, accordion Hampton.
"You boys alright?" asked Bugs
"Yeah," answered Plucky
"No thanks to you!" snapped Hampton, returning to normal, "it's a good thing I mastered the regeneration's test!"
"Tank Wile for dat one!" added Bugs as he pulled them both out of the crater. He settled Hampton on the ground but he held Plucky for a moment.
"You're lucky we're on da foist floor. Dat anvil would have fallen straight through and someone coulda gotten really hoit!" he scolded
"Sorry…" muttered Plucky
"Don't ever do dat again!"
At that moment the bell rang and the students zoomed out of the classroom in a split.
"Phew! Saved by the bell!' said Plucky as he walked down the hallway
"By da way Plucky…" called Bugs from the classroom, "I'm taking points off your grade."
"Damn…" muttered Plucky
Today was like any other day. It was a typical morning; an average afternoon. But as evening began to set in…something a little different happened…
After a long day, Bugs went to his office and gather his belongings to then head home. Lola had gone home earlier to pick up the kids and such. Bugs was just finishing up when he headed down the hallway. As he turned the corner, he saw Daffy heading towards him.
"What's up, Daff?" greeted Bugs
"Oh…nothing…" said Daffy as he looked at Bugs
"What?" asked Bugs feeling a bit uncomfortable
"I have nothing to hide,"
"What are you talking about?"
"Oh…nothing," said Daffy trailing off and heading down the hallway
Bugs cocked an eyebrow at Daffy's strange behavior. Then shrugged it off and dismissed it as Daffy being…well, Daffy. Bugs opened the door, and walked into his office. He dropped some papers into a file cabinet beside the door and walked over to his desk. He leaned over and reached for his briefcase. When he stood up, he noticed an unsealed envelope on his desk. It had no markings on it whatsoever and Bugs eyed it suspiciously. He picked it up, took out the letter from inside and began to read it.
Bugsy,
Meet me at the park. It'll be just like old times.
-CT
P.S. Come alone
"Who's CT?" thought Bugs
Bugs looked over the neat, handwritten note.
"Come alone? Hmm…my delicate inner sense of danger tells me dat something fishy is goin' on here."
Bugs stuffed the letter in his briefcase and headed for the car. He opened it, and plopped the briefcase onto the passenger's seat. He turned the key and the engine came to life. He pulled out of his parking spot and headed towards the exit. If he turned to head right, he would reach the road that led him on to his way home; and if he turned to the left, he would head in the direction of Acme Acres. Bugs stopped and thought for a moment. He then looked up with a determined look in his eye. He grabbed the steering wheel and turned…
Towards the left
Meanwhile…
"Daffy? What the hell are you talking about?" asked Lola
"About what I found," answered Daffy, "in Bugs' office."
They were engaged in a telephone conversation. Daffy had called Lola from his cell phone. Lola was home. She was working out in her gym within her underground burrow. She gave the punching bag another swing before speaking into the headpiece.
"What were you doing in Bugs' office anyway?" she asked
"Umm…looking for Bugs…But he wasn't there. But I found something really intriguing…" commented Daffy
"What did you find that was so important?"
"A note,"
"So?" she punched again at the bag
"A very suspicious note!"
"Really? What sort of evil plot is unfolding as we speak, oh master detective?" answered Lola sarcastically
"I'm serious! I'm here trying to be a good friend but you won't take me seriously, dammit!"
"Alright! Sorry Daff, geez…" said Lola holding on to the bag to stop it from swinging so she could concentrate on what Daffy had to say
"It was this little note on Bugs' desk. It was in an envelope. I read it and it said: Bugsy, meet me at the park. It'll be just like old times. It was signed Connecticut,"
"Connecticut?" said Lola as she cocked an eyebrow, "Umm, I think they were initials…CT?"
"CT? Initials? Oh…"
Lola rolled her eyes
"That is weird," she said aloud, referring to the note
"And it had a P.S. It said 'Come alone'" added Daffy
"What? Come Alone? I don't like this at all. Whoever CT is, certainly knows Bugs. First off, they have the confidence to call him 'Bugsy'. Second, it said 'just like old times'. But what really bothers me is the whole 'Come alone' bit," analyzed Lola
"You have Bugs' little black book, don't you?"
"What makes you think I have that?" she said taken aback
"Well, cause a jealous wife would want to know who were her man's exes were, and their phone numbers," he said with a smirk
"Me? Jealous! Ha!" she said taking a powerful swing at the punching bag, causing it to fall from the ceiling.
"Please…"
"I think of it as…overprotective," she said dusting herself off
"Well, Mrs. Overprotective, you should use YOUR master detective skills to find out who this CT person is,"
"No,"
"No! After I give you all of the evidence, you say no!"
"Cause I trust Bugs. I know he wouldn't do anything behind my back,"
"But what if…"
"No 'what ifs', 'ands', or 'buts' about it! If it's some old girlfriend who wants him back, I know he'll tell that bitch off right then and there,"
"But you know he was the biggest playboy…"
"WAS is the key word, Daff,"
"For his sake, you better hope so…"
"Don't worry about it Daffy. I'm sure we have nothing to worry about. But thanks for the heads up,"
"No problem... Bye,"
"G'bye,"
Lola disconnected the call from her ear-piece. She sighed and looked at the damage she made to her punching bag. "I break more punching bags that way," shethought to herself. She was about to go fix it when Tanya came into the room.
"Mom? When are we gonna eat?" she asked
"When Daddy gets home," answered Lola
"When is he coming? I'm starved!"
"He should be back any minute now…" she said glancing at her watch. She did a double take and looked at her watch again.
"What's up, ma?" asked Tanya
"Daddy should've been home…half an hour ago," she said in worry
"Oh! He's in trouble…" said Tanya skipping out of the room
Lola was starting to get worried, and a little suspicious as well. She took off her boxing gloves and went to her bedroom. She went to the closet and searched in the top shelf. She found what she was looking for. She pulled down an old shoe box and opened it. Among the little trinkets, she found the object of her search. She sat on her bed and examined it.
"Bugs thought he lost this when we renovated the burrow after the wedding," thought Lola
In her hands she held a small black phonebook. Within it were the numbers of all Bugs' old girlfriends. She sighed a little chuckle at what Daffy said to her earlier.
"I couldn't let Daffy know that he was right twice. His head would have gotten so big that it could have exploded!"
She opened it and began scanning for a suspect with the initials CT.
"Cady… Caitlin … Candice … Camille …Cammy…"
Elsewhere…
Bugs arrived to Acme Acres. He parked the car and stepped onto the sidewalk. He closed the door behind him and walked through the front gate of the park. He walked down the path and everything seemed fine. There were children playing in the playgrounds, mothers pushing along strollers, and couples eating picnics. Bugs wasn't quite sure where this person wanted to meet, so he'd figure he'd just walk around. He'd explore until he spotted the one who could have sent him the letter.
He passed by the soccer fields and the tennis courts. He also passed by the water fountain and the ice cream truck. It wasn't until the runner's track that he heard an oddly familiar voice call him.
"Hey there, Bugsy…"
Bugs turned around and was shocked to see the owner of that voice.
"YOU!"
JC: If you got a bad feeling about this…my plan is working…mwa ha ha! Just so you know…I'm gonna be really evil for a bit. But for how long? Heh…you will all see. Am I scaring you yet? Don't worry…it gets worse, much worse…mwa ha ha!
OK I'll shut up now.