A/N: I've been gone for a long time, I know. AP English requires a lot of writing, so most of my time is spent there. I also was a stage manager for our fall show, and now I'm a fairy in A Midsummer Night's Dream. So, I'm quite busy! But here it is, without further ado.

Disclaimer: Don't own it. Don't really want to.

Chapter Something-or-Other "Have We Got a Show for You!"

(Or, "How the Author Finally Got on With It")

When we last left our story, Randolph opened the door to a nameless fear, a person he definitely had not expected to ever see again. It was, of course, Lola, from chapter two. And at the risk of using too many commas heretofore, the author will stop dawdling and get on with it.

"Lola!" Randolph said at last.

"Yes," she said, a little relieved Randolph had remembered. "May I come in?"

"Oh, yes," Randolph said, standing to one side. "Make yourself at home."

There was a lot of dawdling on each of the rabbits' parts, partly because Lola was reluctant to reveal why she came, and partly because Randolph suffered from some form of ADD, so that whenever Lola would mosey over to the topic, Randolph would suddenly declare, "Did you see that new movie on ABC Family? It was splendid!" But, since the author was rather lazy because she was on holiday and had not written an English essay since the Thursday before school dismissed, she decided to skip all that hullabaloo and, once again, get on with it.

"Randolph," Lola began, "there's a reason a came tonight besides the—er—joy of your company. After you left for Toon Town, I got an agent. I'm an actress now." She paused. "Anyway, I was talking with my—um—agent, and he mentioned a job in a commercial. And, well, when I heard of it, I immediately thought of you. Have you ever been in a commercial?" Lola asked.

Randolph recalled his brief experience with Rosy O's. "Yeah, one or two."

Lola smiled that Lola smile with which Randolph had fallen in love when they were younger. He wondered fleetingly whether she was seeing anyone but stopped when he remembered the author was trying to get on with it.

"Perfect!" she said, still smiling the smile that had sidetracked the author earlier. "Here's all the information about the company. I took the liberty of setting up an appointment with the director. I've filled out your resume, arranged for a cab, and hired a personal assistant who will wake you up tomorrow and take you to hair and make-up. You want to look your best! Oh, and your personal assistant has all ready been notified to all your needs and can answer any questions you have."

Randolph stared in astonishment. "You are amazing, Lola."

She smiled. "I know."

And without much dawdling, she set off. Randolph watched her until she turned the corner, then bolted his door. He sighed. He loved her, he decided. Maybe more than he had ever loved Betty. Picking up the information, he sighed again. He supposed he could try to do another commercial, especially since Lola had asked him to. What, really, could go wrong? Maybe she would see him, in all his commercial glory, and she would realize her feelings for him. After all, she must really care about him; why else would she go through all that trouble to help him?

As Lola turned the corner, she sighed. It was rather infuriating and frustrating talking to Randolph. It was obvious the way he felt about her…but there was something deeper, as well. Something that had changed in him over the years. She noticed the way he spoke—panicked, and as if he had not spoken to anyone in days. And his eyes kept darting about, as if watching for some hardship. She sighed again entered the stairwell, quickly flying down the stairs to level six, room six. She knocked twice, paused, then knocked three times. The door opened to her, and she darted in.

"Is it done, then?" the man said, standing to help her out of her coat.

"Yes. He was completely swept away," she said, sinking in an armchair.

"Does he suspect?" he asked. He began rubbing her shoulders. She groaned as he pressed into the knots in her back.

"No," she said. She smiled softly and slipped her wedding band back onto her finger.

"Good," he said.

"Bugs, are you sure this will work? What if he messes it up?"

"It will work," the bunny said as the author finally revealed his identity. "It must. We owe it to our client."

Lola did not answer. Instead they sat in silence for a moment.

"I'm going to get some food," she finally said.

"Okay," Bugs replied. "But get on with it. We have our own…business to take care of." He waggled his eyebrows suggestively, and then the two accomplices laughed together.

A/N 2: So, Randolph gets an interview for another commercial, and Bugs and Lola pay their taxes together. (Yes, pay their taxes. What did you think they were about to do?) What kinds of things are Bugs and Lola planning? Who is their client? Is their intent good, or otherwise? Find out, when I finally get around to writing the next chapter. Reviews give me self-esteem. I need self-esteem to write the next chapter. So what can we conclude about reviews?