Looney Tunes Babs Bunny Novels & Stories

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."

Especially the shaggy brown taper fade haircut that fits him, adding to his sightful physique. I was stunned when Zech grabbed my face to face him. "Stop ogling with him, Bunny." There was no smile on his face, and his emphasis on the word bunny seemed to have disgusted him with that word. I gave him that wondering face. "What am I doing? Nothing. The bunny call sign is so cute. It's good for three months." I am hoping he was pissed off with my words. He let go of my face and grinned at me. "Three months, bunny? You know I was not too fond of rabbits. You're up to something, Queenie." His eyes narrowed, eyeing me with suspicion.

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.