Wednesday, February 06, 2008


Their friendship had started innocently enough. Then Bunnzilla started demanding things.
"Go in your dad's wallet and bring me the pieces of paper that have faces on them," Bunzilla ordered one night. Huey wasn't sure what they were, but Bunnzilla threatened to bite his footie pyjamas if his wishes were not granted.
Then Bunnzilla progressively got scarier in his suggestions.
"Sharpen the hatchet."
"Tell me how to open the knife drawer."
"Find out where your Daddy keeps his pistols."

Huey wondered what it all meant, until that one fateful night when Bunnzilla figured out the combination to the safe.

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