Rugs Bunny Pilot

This is Rugs Bunny. Never mind his  left foot, he dropped his baseball bat on it while I was drawing him.

So this is what watching horror movies since I was like 5 years old has done to me.  This story is about Rugs Bunny (Bugs Bunny's evil twin brother) a homicidal Puca.





Rugs Bunny scrubbed furiously at frying pan, “Eggs are always the hardest to wash.” He grumbled. “Why can't they rinse the stinkin' pan?!”

Phil Tippon stepped into the kitchen.
“Oh, when you're done with that, you can start on the living room. I don't have all day, there's a party I'm hosting tonight.”

Rugs stopped scrubbing the pan. His right eye twitched as he carefully dried his hands on a towel. “You know what really bothers me?” His voice went up an octave. “People who don't say 'please'” He pulled a wooden baseball bat out from behind his back.
Phil Tippon's jaw dropped, he tried to step back away, but tripped on a step that led into the living room. He fell on his back.

“I work for you. I do everything you ask, but never do you say 'please,' ever! All I want is a little RESPECT!” His voice sounded like a cat getting a bath. Rugs raised the bat.

“No, no, please!” Phil said.

“That's a start” Rugs hit Phil in the side of the head, then positioned the bat for another blow.

Phil curled up in a ball and covered his face, “No, not again. Please, no Please!” And with one last blow, Phil was dead.

Rugs got out a towel and started rubbing the blood spatter off the fur on his face, then off his bat. “Do I really have to work that hard to get a 'please' out of some people?” He dematerialized then appeared inside a castle-like mansion.

“Mew.” A silky black cat greeted Rugs.

“Good afternoon, Lucky.” Lucky jumped into Rugs' arms then climbed and perched on his shoulder. She purred loudly. Rugs hung the blood-stained baseball bat on the hallway wall, along with several other bloody bats.

“Since everybody is so conscience of the environment, I could mention that every time I bash in someone's head, I have to make a new bat. Maybe they'd be nicer to me.”

“Meow.”

“Do you, really think, so?”

They were, now, in the kitchen. Lucky jumped from Rugs' shoulder, to the counter, next to the sink. Rugs turned on the faucet and attempted to scrub the blood out of his fur.

“Gah! Do you know how hard it is to wash blood out of fur?!”

Lucky blinked blankly at him. She licked her paw.

“No, I've already tried that before. It didn't work.” He turned the water off, “What should we have for dinner?”

Lucky leaped off of the counter, ran out of the kitchen, then after a moment, ran back in, carrying two mice by the tail. She dropped them at her master's feet.

“How about we go to the Johnson's farm and catch a chicken, too?”

Lucky licked her lips and stared wide-eyed at her master as if to tell him she agreed.

“Okay, lets go.” Rugs followed Lucky to the door. She stretched up onto the door, as high as she could reach, and scratched impatiently at it. Rugs opened the door, then the started towards the Johnson's farm.