(he zooms up to Bugs, and starts poking his chest) Let’th try that again.ĭaffy Duck, now tapping his own chest: I’ll start it thith time.ĭaffy Duck, pushing the gun towards Bugs: Wabbit Seathin.īugs Bunny, pushing the gun back to Daffy: Duck Season.ĭaffy Duck, pushing the gun back to Bugs: Wabbit Theathon.īugs Bunny, pushing the gun back to Daffy, then to himself: Wabbit Season.ĭaffy Duck, pushing the gun to his own body: Duck Theathon, fire! (the gun fires at Daffy’s head and the smokes clears, showing us Daffy’s beak on the back of his head, which he twists around. Daffy’s bill spins round and round his head.ĭaffy Duck: Hmm. He walks up to Bugs Bunny’s Hole, then looks around, takes off the rabbit feet and calls down the hole.ĭaffy Duck, leaning down the rabbit hole: Oh buggsy, buggsy pal, there’s a friend here to see ya!ĭaffy jumps up and sneaks away from the holeĭaffy Duck: Survival of the fittetht, and bethideth, it’th fun! Hehehe! (Daffy sneaks behind a large boulder, then peaks out)īugs Bunny, peering out of his hole: Did someone knock? (we hear a gun shot, and a bullet streaks past, just frying the edges of Bugs’s ears, he turns and faces where the bullet came from) Ehh, what’s up doc?Įlmer Fudd, streaking up to Bugs, and shoving his gun into Bugs’s mouth: Now I got’cha you – you, Wabbit! Hahahah.īugs Bunny, lifting his hand to remove the gun from his mouth, sitting up and starting to eat a carrot while leaning on the gun: Say doc (chew, chew) Are you tryin’ to get yourself in trouble with the law? This aint rabbit hunting season!īugs Bunny, pointing at Elmer: No, it’s duck hunting season.ĭaffy Duck Storming towards Bugs and Elmer, finger pointing at them.ĭaffy Duck: That sir is an imissagated fabrication! (he arrives and puts his fists on his hips) It’s wabbit season.ĭaffy Duck: I thay it’th duck seathon, and I say ‘Fire! (he crosses his arms)Įlmer Fudd aims his gun at Daffy and shoots. The camera moves up, and we see it is Daffy Duck wearing rabbit feet. ![]() ![]() (he resumes his sneaking)Įlmer Fudd, upon finding some rabbit tracks: Oh boy! Wabbit tracks! Elmer Fudd, gun in hand sneaking through the woods.Įlmer Fudd, facing audience: Shh, be vewy, vewy quiet, I’m hunting wabbits.
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |
AuthorWrite something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview. ArchivesCategories |