After a lot of griping about his back bothering him, Bugs agreed to let Daffy stay with him until he felt better, and after a couple of days was really regretting it.
From all the food demands to all the 'oh woe Is me cries', things were really on the verge of getting to a boiling point.
'Listen you stupid duck, I've been more then nice enough to let you stay here while your back recovers, but if you keep all these demands up, I might just decide to throw you out! Do you understand?' He sternly asked.
'But but, I'm too weak to move! I''ll die out there without help!' Daffy replied.
'Then you better think about treating me nicer, I'm not your servant!'
That night, Bugs heard rustling. He went to investigate, and caught Daffy smuggling stuff out of the fridge.
'Oh my aching back! Surely you wouldn't kick out a duck who can barely move!'
Not buying it, Bugs kicked Daffy out.
'Eh, I was getting tired of carrot meals anyway!' Daffy said.