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vatheon2012-03-03 03:13 pm
hecklinghare) wrote in vatheon2012-03-03 03:13 pm
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Who: Bugs Bunny OPEN
Where: Forest, by his rabbit hole
When: March 3rd mid-morning through afternoon
Style: Prose but I can match you!
Status: OPEN
One would think that a guy who walked around 'naked' would never have need to do laundry. Well, you'd be wrong mac because that's what Bugs was doing on this lovely morning. Only now he was outside, hanging up bed sheets and his night cloths. Also some towels he'd found earlier that week in the market. His ears were tucked under a wrap to keep them clean and he was singing out loud to himself. Hey, it was a hard habit to break.
"Peanuts~ If you ain't got bananas don't be blue. Der's peanuts in a little bag ta call to you." He finished with a bed sheet and stepped back with a nod before picking up something else.
"Through every city, town an country lane, da peanut vendor sings his little strain." The basket started to get emptier and the cloths line fuller. "Boy...it's times like dis dat I miss my old rabbit hole. Dat Californy sun woulda had dis stuff dry hours ago."
He stretched and sat down, leaning against the pole of the cloths line. A banjo comes out and he finishes the song, "If an apple keeps da doctor from your door, Peanuts oughtta keep him back a little more~ Peanuts, we'll meet again, da da da, dis street again, da da da we'll meet again."
Where: Forest, by his rabbit hole
When: March 3rd mid-morning through afternoon
Style: Prose but I can match you!
Status: OPEN
One would think that a guy who walked around 'naked' would never have need to do laundry. Well, you'd be wrong mac because that's what Bugs was doing on this lovely morning. Only now he was outside, hanging up bed sheets and his night cloths. Also some towels he'd found earlier that week in the market. His ears were tucked under a wrap to keep them clean and he was singing out loud to himself. Hey, it was a hard habit to break.
"Peanuts~ If you ain't got bananas don't be blue. Der's peanuts in a little bag ta call to you." He finished with a bed sheet and stepped back with a nod before picking up something else.
"Through every city, town an country lane, da peanut vendor sings his little strain." The basket started to get emptier and the cloths line fuller. "Boy...it's times like dis dat I miss my old rabbit hole. Dat Californy sun woulda had dis stuff dry hours ago."
He stretched and sat down, leaning against the pole of the cloths line. A banjo comes out and he finishes the song, "If an apple keeps da doctor from your door, Peanuts oughtta keep him back a little more~ Peanuts, we'll meet again, da da da, dis street again, da da da we'll meet again."
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He taps his chin...time to abuse hammerspace. "Okay mac, explain this." He pulls out a typical toon prop. A large wooden mallet. From behind his back.
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Conan's expression twitches. "Illusions. Tricks."
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That was one habit he wasn't to inclined to break. It seemed to distract people enough to warrant keeping in his repertoire. With a smirk he holds the mallet out to Conan.
"Hold dis, kid."
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"Lose somethin'?"
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He chews thoughtfully as he steps carefully away from the kid. It was one thing to be watched for entertainment. It was a whole different ballgame when one was being watched for science.