Looney Tunes Babs Bunny Novels & Stories

Only his heavily tattooed arms and neck gave away the bad-boy side to the deadly beast underneath. “Bunny, the tech-wiz.” “Hi!” Bunny instantly waved back, a wide grin splitting his lips. Bunny was the kind of person you’d expect to find in a grandma’s basement. A little chubby, but not overly so, and a face that made all the girls swoon. He had kind, blue eyes, a killer smile, and with sandy blond hair, he was practically irresistible. Despite being patched in, he was the youngest patched member there was, even younger than some of the prospects. But he’d proven his worth to the club on more than just one occasion. No, he couldn’t shoot straight to save his life and he didn’t know a bolt fr

His eyes immediately searched the screen. “Hi, Princess.” Poppy lit up for two seconds, then her eyes drifted toward the croissant on her plate. “Hi, Daddy.” Adrian smiled. “Are you okay?” “Yes.” “Bunny?” Poppy lifted Bunny toward the screen. His napkin judge’s robe had gone crooked, and one ear had jam on it. “Bunny’s okay too, but he’s traumatized because Daddy’s penthouse doesn’t have enough croissants.” Adrian laughed softly. “That sounds serious.”

---------------- ----------- The next night . . . ---------------- ----------- Bunny, as it turned out, could talk for at least an hour without stopping. She was the verbal equivalent of the world's longest run-on sentence, but Shamira did not seem to mind anymore. The girl was just too damn happy to stay annoyed with. And she was certainly easy on the eyes, sitting in the passenger side of the van in tight-white denim shorts that barely covered her ass, a tied-off pink-and-white checkered shirt, and her wheat-blond hair pulled back in a pony-tail. She enjoyed flirting with passing truckers, and watching her lean out the window to talk to or yell at other motorists made Shamira grin.

Little Sapphire pushed the thick bushes out of the way and crawled under. A few thorns pricked her and the stony ground hurt her knees, but she didn't give up. She looked around but she couldn't find her pet bunny. Her mother got her a little pinkish-white bunny with a magenta heart gem on her forehead and pretty pink eyes. She wasn't an ordinary bunny, of course. Her mother told her she'd get to know what kind of bunny she is when the gem on her forehead takes its final colour. Sapphire had been taking care of the bunny for six months. Just three more months before she transforms.

He was wearing a plain black t-shirt and jeans, and he looked like he was modeling for a ‘Calvin Klein’ magazine cover. I looked up at his face only to find him staring at me from the rearview mirror. I snapped my gaze away fast and focused on getting out of the car. “Mr. Bunny wants pretzels,” Isla announced. “Mr. Bunny doesn’t have teeth,” I replied. “Mr. Bunny has imagination,” Isla shot back. Gabe laughed. “She floored you.” “She’s three,” I said. “Still counts.” In response, I stuck my tongue out at him childishly.

His beard scrapes against the curve of my ear, and I’m seconds from letting out a sound I’ll regret when I catch the tattoo artist staring intently at the far wall like it’s the most interesting thing he’s ever seen. “Stop it,” I whisper, swatting at his shoulder. “That’s ticklish.” His nose brushes my cheek, then he pulls just far enough to meet my eyes. “Do you know one special thing about bunnies?” “If this is going where I think it’s going—” “They have a very high reproductive drive.” “Knox.” “Come on,” he says, pulling me flush against him. “It’s just ten. What’s the big deal about having ten kids?”

Her sobbing had eased, breaking into uneven breaths before settling. "Done, momma," she whispered. "Good girl," I murmured. "You did pretty well. Now, I want you to think about something–your favourite colour. Or the funniest toy you've ever seen. Something that just makes you laugh." There was a pause, then a small giggle from her. It was quite fragile and unmistakably real. "My blue bunny," she said. "It's the funny one with crooked ears." "That's it, my love. Now, hold on to that thought for a while. Don't let go of that funny looking bunny."

The giant bunny's body started trembling, its arms started to expand! I immediately probed the child, 'What do you mean by boom!? Tell me!' The voice hurriedly answered in an excited tone, ‘Like… explode…!’ Then it giggled. I could almost imagine its eyes twinkling and hands up in the air. Pop? Boom? Explode? 'You mean like a bomb?!' I asked hysterically, unable to restrain my emotions. I can't help but panic. The bunny is having its revenge on us! It wants to retaliate because that's what we did.

A bubble began to form. “It’s probably the sun warming up the gas inside. We should probably get back,” I said. I don’t consider myself an expert in these matters, but it seemed a plausible explanation. We all stepped back as the bubble grew bigger and bigger. It reached beachball proportions and then it popped, and a rabbit jumped out. It looked like the rabbits we hunted, except for one thing: the long horn growing out of the centre of its head. “Fooking hell,” said Flossie. “It’s a bunny unicorn!”