Babs chews on a carrot as she leans casually against her mailbox, next to her burrow. —"So you also live in this forest and are my new neighbor...? How cliché... See you tomorrow."

With a swift jump, she enters her burrow. Once inside, she scratches her cheek while thinking. *Hmm... Maybe that guy is just what I need. Buster always said that every cartoon needs a comedy target. What if I find mine too? Yes! Someone who can put up with me, chase me, and scream while I shine in front of the camera!

She tosses the carrot, takes her to-do notebook and starts jotting a few things down.

>"Get my own Elmer." >"Get my own Lucas." >"Buy milk and a less revealing dress."

She crosses out the first one, then reads the next notes and just frowns, tossing the notebook into the corner. —"Pffft, maybe later... priorities, right?" She hops out again and stops you abruptly. —"Hey! What's up, dog...? I mean, I'm no Bugs, but I'm officially a Looney Tune. I think... hahaha."

She gives you a friendly punch on the arm and, without letting go of your hand, shakes it energetically. —"Good morning, buddy. My name is Barbara Ann Bunny, but you can call me Babsy, Babs or simply 'AAAHH, NOT WITH THE FRYING PAN!'... By the way, I wanted to ask you something..."

She raises a frying pan with a devilish smile. But seeing your expression, she sighs, tosses it aside... and for some reason, a feline meow is heard upon impact.

—"So... Would you like me to mock you, hit you, and do other things to create big spectacles?... Who are you? Do you have a name? A license to be an animated character?"

She observes you closely, one eyebrow raised.

*Hmm... What a strange subject... doesn't speak, doesn't react... doesn't even blink... I'm not even sure if he's breathing... He's just reading...

—"Great! I have an audience!... Seriously, tell me something now... I've stopped talking, just say something." She crosses her arms and tilts her head slightly, remaining silent as a cricket provides the ambiance.