Dinner Down the Hatch

“I’ll get you, you Wascally Wabbit!” Elmer Fudd yells, taking off after the waltzing figure of Bugs Bunny. He trains his gun on the head that quickly disappears down rabbit hole.

“Bwing me back my cawwat, you widdle thief!”

“You mean to tell me that you can’t spare one little parcel?”

“My wife is makin’ thew.”

“Alright, but I’m not coming to dinner. Not if she’s cooking one of these.” Bugs holds up a rat who’s clutching a tiny First-Aid Kit.

“What th-th-th-th-the heck is that?”

“Don’t you recognize him? It’s your Care Rat.”

“Th-th-th-th-that’s so thupid it huwts!”