Chapter 8, a little short but still good

Secret Squirrel and Morocco Mole belong to Hanna-Barbera

Bunny belongs to Craig McCracken and Cartoon Network

Chapter 8: Of Reviews and Rats

Secret and Bunny, followed by Morocco, walked out of the restaurant, still planning out their future review.

Bunny, as casual as ever, continued to talk, not caring if her current partner was listening or not, "So, you can come over to my place and watch an episode or two for the next few days and we can discuss our opinions which will form the basis of the jokes and the review in general. I can get the music and costumes and maybe, you help write the skits."

"Okay, fair enough," said Secret, walking along with the others, hands in his pockets, before asking, "Wait? We're gonna review every single episode?"

"No, just the ones that have information on Wikipedia," replied Bunny, slyly grinning.

"That'll take forever!" shouted Secret, dangerously close to whining, "I don't think I have the strength to make it!"

"No, don'y worry about it," said Bunny, with a bit of a smirk, laughing, "I told you the title of the show, right? And with a title like that, with it's," she then threw her voice into a very mocking valley girl accent, "like, totally tubular, guys, fur shur," she then looked at her friends with a smile on her face and in her normal voice said, "NOT!" laughing out loud, rolling in midair, "Seriously, they could not have seriously thought that that show would do well. Not even Kath Soucie nor Rob freakin' Paulsen could save it!" she then went back to her valley girl voice, shouting, "So totally, grody to the max! Like, seriously, gag me with a spoon!" then asked Secret, getting up in his face, "With a title like that, you cannot except it to last a season, can you?"

"No, I guess not," replied Secret, uncomfortably slowly backing away from the brunette, "I just hope that show's not the end of me."

Bunny then laughed, saying, "No, don't worry, I'll pause it for you, I mean, it'll be the best way to get though it. I even get Morocco to help with something."

"Thank you, Bunny," said Morocco, getting to hug her and she hugged him back but, then realized that Secret was accidentally trapped in between.

When they let him go, he yelled, "Didn't anyone teach you two anything about personal space?!"

But, before anyone could react to Secret's outburst, somebody suddenly shouted, "Stop! Thief!"

The trio then turned around and saw the infamous thieving rat, a rodent wearing a filthy over-sized black hoodie with the hood up, torn-up jeans and bandages wrapped his tail running with some cans in his arms, being chased by an officer.

"Look!" shouted Morocco, pointing at the officer, "It's Officer Dribble!"

"Looks like he's trying to catch that rat again," commented Bunny, knowing that he will, in fact, fail.

Secret then asked the two, "Shouldn't we do something?" ready for anything.

But, before he could act, Bunny grabbed his shoulder, saying with an oddly serious voice, "Yeah, we could, I mean, I could push down him down with just my pinkie or use my x-ray vision to figure out to that rat really. Atom Ant could easily stop him if he wanted to. Morocco here," she then giggled a bit, "Could fall in front of him and knock him down. Not even, Mystery Inc. is interested in this mystery."

"Why, not?"

"Well..., it's possible that the rat is really just a homeless guy trying to feed his family or something along those lines," explained Bunny, "I mean not the friggin' Powerpuff Girls! We don't beat up just anyone without a legit reason!"

"Okay, Rabbit, you're right."

"Of course, I'm right," responded Bunny, making a face, "Come on, the faster we get to my place, the faster we get can watch the show and start our review and never have to even think about it again, agreed?"

"Agreed, as long as you don't spit on me. So, are we taking your car?"

"No," said Bunny, with a devilish grin, "We're fly!"

"WHAT?!" shouted Secret as Bunny grabbed hold of both him and Morocco and took off flying with her laughing at Secret's screaming.

To Be Continued...

Well, wonder what it all means in the future, see ya later, dudes.