It's short, it's not good. Blah. Too much homework, this is my crappy relaxation time. Enjoy.
I should have known it was Daffy Duck all along.
By the little twitch in that scoundrel's eye, the way his feathers shivered each and every time he answered a question, the way he ate a jelly doughnut, I knew it was him all along.
"Daffy, where's the body?" I slammed my fist against the cold table, sending a chill up my spine. My eyes were hooked on that duck.
"I s-hhh-wear! I didn't do it!"
"WHERE IS THE BODY DAFFY? I know you know I know you know I know you know I know you know where the body is."
His bill dropped and hit the floor, going through it and then the next floor.
"Stop with your comical nonsense and tell me where the body is. You have five seconds to tell me where the body of Bugs Bunny is," I crossed my arms and circled around him.
His eyes quivered. He licked his lips a few times, applied some beak-chap stick and continued to shake. His nervousness soon had him bounding off the walls, screaming," OOO WOOO OOO WOOO OOO WEEEE OOO!!!"
After a while though, he got quiet, really quiet. Uncomfortably quiet. The quiet you get after the still of the night when you're busy roasting marshmallows on an open fire and your buddy Josh let's out a big one and you can't help but pause because it sounded like a rouge bulldozer. That's that silence.
"You don't know nothing."
"You're going to be roasted unless you tell me where Bugs Bunny's body is. Nobody will care about you, just that lovable, big eared, comical, cross-dressing, ever so hard to catch, clever, rabbit. Need I continue?" My eyebrows raised in a sense of satisfaction.
Daffy's eyes began to boil. Steam poured out of his ears.
"You're dis-sch-picable! ... It was always about Bugschs Bunny, wasn't it? The way he cheered up folks. How they love him... how they LOVED him," Daffy Duck let out a cackle. It was the most "MUWA-HA-HA"ing cackle I had ever heard... from a duck.
I knew he had done it. I knew Daffy Duck had murdered Bugs Bunny. He wasn't letting the entire truth flow, after solving the case of who REALLY framed Roger Rabbit, I deserved more than this? Anybody else could see that this duck obviously was the culprit.
I picked up my walkie talkie and called for backup. The Loony Toon's Patrol arrived.
Daffy was under arrest for the murder of Bugs Bunny.
And the eating of my jelly doughnut.
I should have known it was Daffy Duck all along...
