02x32 - Hamsters/Bugs Baked

[bunniefuu]

[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]

I can't believe
I lost a bet to Porky.

And now,
I have to watch his pets.

Of course Porky has hamsters.

Note to self.

Never have a pizza-eating
contest with a pig!

You'll lose every time.

Well, they are pretty
cute though.

Nighty-night, little fellas.

-[ROOSTER CALLING]
-[ALARM BLARING]

[YAWNS]

[SLOW MUSIC PLAYING]

[FRANTIC MUSIC PLAYING]

[HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING]

♪ Uh-huh
Uh-huh

♪ Yeah
Yeah

♪ Uh-huh
Uh-huh ♪

[FRANTIC MUSIC PLAYING]

[RETRO MUSIC PLAYING]

♪ Burning on the dance floor

♪ Burn it on the dance floor

♪ Burn it on the dance floor

♪ Burn it on the dance floor

♪ Get into the rhythm
when you're moving your feet

♪ You're gonna get down to it
when you're feeling the beat

♪ Step out on the floor
when you're starting to move

♪ You're gonna slam, slam
boogie woogie
get on the move

♪ Burn it on the dance floor

♪ Burn it on the dance floor

♪ Boogie beat your body

♪ Everybody party

♪ Shake it
to the rhythm tonight

♪ Come on
can't you feel it... ♪

[SLAMS DOOR]

Phew.

[RUMBLING]

[PORKY SCREAMING]

[STAMMERING] Bugs,
what are you doing?

You're supposed
to be taking care
of my hamsters.

I tried, but they're monsters.

They destroyed my house.

Well, you got them
all riled up.

We need to calm them down.

With this.

[JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING]

[THUDDING]

Is that smooth jazz?

It sure is.

That is one sweet groove.

[BUGS SIGHS]

Here you go.

Next.

- Finally! [KICKS]
-[YELPS]

And here's yours, Bugs.

All right.

These potato puds never fail
to impress at a party.

And you got the last
dozen of the day.

The last box! Whoo-hoo!

[CROWD GROANS]

Look who it is.

Cecil.

So good to see you, Cecil.

You came all this way
for potato puds?

Aw, sh**t.

It looks
like I got the last box.

Mmm...

Porky's secret recipe.



[INHALES DEEPLY]
I can smell the tarragon.

And I know you want 'em.

But you can't,
because you're just too slow.

That's okay.

I got my own.

What? Porky!

You said I got the last box.

[STAMMERING] He pre-ordered...

He placed an order online.

Maybe you can reheat
those old potato puds

with some of that hot air.

It's been nice seeing
your wrinkly
face again, Cecil,

but I have to get going.

Goodbye, Bugs.

Oh.

[LAUGHS] Heading this way
so I'll see you later.

So long.

[CHUCKLES] I said "goodbye."

Don't be a stranger.

Uh, listen, soft shell.
Stop following me.

I gotta get to a party.

I'm going to a party also.

Well, I'm going
to Red Omaha's party.

Me also.

So, whoever gets there first
will get all of the praise
for bringing potato puds?

Yup.

- Well, I'm faster--
-[TIRES SCREECHING]

That's why I called a taxi.

Let me take those for you.

Don't worry,
I'll save you one.

My potato puds!

Oh, Cecil.

The race is on.

I should feel bad for taking
that rabbit's potato puds,

but I don't.

Halt.

Is there a problem, sir?

Sir, I'm gonna
need you to grab
all your personal belongings

and step out of the vehicle.

[THUDS]

All right, cabby.
You're free to go.

- What the...
- You have anything to declare?

Uh, nope.

Are you bringing
any vegetation
or plant life like these?

Or one of these?
Or how about wildlife?

-[SHRIEKING]
- Hey!

Any crockery? Earthenware?

- Fine China?
- No.

Just these potato puds.

Those are gonna
have to be confiscated.

[LAUGHS]

Peace and potato grease.

Gotta get to the party.

-[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS]
-[GASPS]

Excuse me.

Is this Dribbling Falls?

Yeah, this is it.

Would you mind
taking my picture?

Sure, Doc.

Great. Here, take my camera

and I'll hold your box
of potato puds.

Oh, give me a break.

You're not fooling me
with that ridiculous
disguise, Cecil.

[GRUNTING]

You showed him, Bugs.

Thanks, Cecil.

Cecil?

What the...

Oh, my gosh, I'm so sorry.

I thought
you were someone else.

I just wanted a picture.

It was a case
of mistaken identity.

I hope these
are your baby teeth.

Stop it.
You've done enough already.

Oh, look, buddy.
Let me make it up to you.

Let me take your picture
for you.

Why don't you two get together

and I'll take
a picture of you both?

- Great idea.
- I guess so.

All right.

Move back a little.

Now, Bugs,

just you.

A little further.

Just a smidge more.

Now say,
"I'm falling off a cliff."

I'm falling off a cliff!
[SCREAMING]

[SPLASHES]

Worst part is
I think I blinked.

Thanks for the help, cousin.

Always happy to help.

We sure fooled that rabbit.

We sure did.

Well, I'm off to the party.

Red Omaha's place
is at the end of this
river.

Looks like
I'm right where I need to be.

- Ah!
- And I'm right
where I need to be.

Right behind you.

Simple bunny,
potato puds are for turtles.

[SCREAMS] River water!

[SIGHS]

[BOTH GRUNTING]

Say goodbye, Cecil.

-[WHACKS]
- Oh!

Nobody gets to jump
on old Bugs--

- Oh!
- Peek-a-boo.

- Oh, no.
- Oh, no?

Oh, no!

[BOTH SCREAMING]

[BOTH EXCLAIMING]

[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS]

[THUDDING]

[BOTH GASPING]

BOTH: Aw.

- Aw.
- Now what do we bring
to Red Omaha's party?

Hey, friends.
Glad you made it to my party.

Last year,
I tried to make
my own fritters,

but I done learned my lesson.

This year I got it catered.

Hot, fresh, potato puds.

Come on and help yourself.

Bet I can eat more than you.

You're on.

[BOTH CHOMPING]