THought everyone would like an unfinished bedtime story! ^^ lol.

“The Easter Bunny Massacre”

Humpty Dumpty is always emotional about being an egg. Everyday, he feels as if the world is out to get him. His girlfriend was made into egg nog by a group of chefs, and his mind has been scrambled ever since. He can’t even walk into a decent restaurant, without everyone looking at him up and down, and not because of the reason to comment on his egg-polished shoes...which made him jumpy, when the waiter took his order with a big smile on his face (that he thought was creepy).

Heaving a sigh, he turned around and decided to go to the IHOP across the street.

Seconds later, he was running out of the source of succulent pancakes. A chef was tailing him shouting French. Humpty was frightened.

Could it be that he was the one who made the #4 special out of his girlfriend?

Desperately, he dashed for the airport called “Roadrunner Airlines”. He decided that he would go to China and hide behind the Garden of Coy Fish.

He was deprived of food; his mouth watering, head sweating with salt, he felt like his mind was sliding to the other end of the frying pan.

But that wasn’t the reason, why he and 4 others had been taken into custody just a split-second ago.

“Judge Tweety presiding,” said an officer with a tag that said “Sylvester”. Why did he have to be here? He thought. He could have been having fried fish and a chef salad…but no… He had to listen to these stupid people. “Ugh!”

Wham! Wham! Wham! The yellow-feathered one flew to his seat of authority. Sighing, with a moment of silence, he cleared his throat of berry-flavored seeds and almonds. He rested a wing on his soft left cheek. “Alright. Which one of you did it? Hm? Was it you, Humpty? Maybe you finally cracked under pressure and was out to get him…?”

“Excuse me? I don’t even know why I’m here!” The others in custody nodded agreeingly. “This makes no sense.”

“The case, you ask? The reason you all are gathered here, is to be on trial…

For the murdering of the Easter Bunny.”

The audience gasped in as much if not less shock as the accused. The room was in an uproar a second later; elevating noisily until the judge lowered his wooden hammer. “Quiet!” Sheesh, I can’t even hear myself think..! “First one in cuffs, Monsieur Humpty Matthew Dumpty, please step up to the podium.”

Shakily, the egg man did as he was told. A sense of fear and nausea overwhelmed him. He rested on his good side, and supported himself on a cane. “Now, tell us your side of the story.”

He explained about his girlfriend and how he had a phobia of chefs. His face was sweating with salt, when he talked about how, when he was trying to escape the French cook and ended up in China. Then, the accused concluded that he fell off the Great Wall of China, went into a coma, and had surgery.

He walked into a dark corner of the room with his face in his hands. The judge eyed him.

“Everyone is a suspect. Whether you like it or not, you are too. Keep in mind, that just because a person may seem fragile, doesn’t mean they truly are.” The judge smirked.

“Up next, Daffy Nappy Duck.”

The obsidian feathered duck yelled in frustration, eyes twitching madly. “It’s pronounced ‘Nappe’!” A gray bunny besides him munched on a carrot; mocked him, making a playful gesture towards the air. “It’s pronounced ‘Nappe’!” he laughed a carefree laugh. “Same thing. Don’t worry. If you want smooth hair like mine, use shampoo. The stuff works..!”

The judge laughed quietly. “You’re really funny, you know. Could it be that you wanted the fame all to yourself?”

The lovable creature leaned on the judge’s desk. “Listen, Mr. Judge, Sir…Your Honor… There was no way I could have done it. I was too busy with trying to help Daffy read his scripts.” He motioned for the judge to come closer.

“Heheh! Poor sucker has dyslexia..!”

Daffy leaped for Bugs, but was held down by two officers. “The script was too tiny! Even I couldn’t read it!”

“You can’t read anything, silly.” snickered Bugs.

“Anyways,” he said turning to the judge. “We were working with that guy,” he looked to Daffy, “Erm-what’s his name? Oh yeah… Brendan. Brendan Frasier. So we were in Hollywood.”

“Okay, Bunny. Next is…Snoopy! Unfortunately, Roger Rabbit couldn’t make it today.”

(cliffhanger)