Chapter Eight: Daydreaming Rabbit
"Hello?" Nicole answered.
"Nicole! What happened to Santa's Workshop?" E.B. asked.
Nicole sighed, "You see, my friend realized that Santa was really Mr. Jackruff in disguise."
E.B. gasped. He recognized the name.
"You mean, that evil doctor who electrocute Easter bunnies and turn their skins into furry fabric for realistic stuff animals?" E.B. asked.
"Yes, I once have a stuff bunny which fur was extra realistic," Nicole said.
"Did you threw it?" E.B. asked.
"I think so, I lost it 10 years ago," Nicole said.
E.B. sighed, "I think I need to go. Talk to you later."
"Bye, then!" Nicole said as she hung up the phone.
Meanwhile, Robin was on his hospital bed.
"How come I am an Easter bunny if I was born in an ordinary family?" Robin mumbled.
"I think someone pluck out your rainbow tooth," A voice said in Robin's mind.
"No! I DO NOT HAVE A RAINBOW TOOTH!" Robin yelled.
"Rainbow tooth," The voice laughed. "I'm sure you 'let go' jellybeans."
"I swear, I am not an Easter bunny!" Robin yelled in a British accent.
"Yo, what's up with the English accent?" A voice resembling like Robin's said.
Robin look around and saw Rubin Maximus.
"Rubin!" Robin cried.
"So, you impersonated E.B., huh?" Rubin said.
"Just to trick that evil Santa Claus," Robin mumbled.
"Ah, yes. The impostor Santa," Rubin said.
"Anyway, I heard your team hired scouts," Robin said.
"The Awesome Fantastic Coolest Ridiculously Beautiful Krampman Sash of the Glittery Perfect Little Jackrabbits of Coolness and Awesomeness along with the Ridiculously Active Bunnies from Easter Island?" Rubin asked.
"Yeah, and the people call it 'AFCRBKSGPLJCARABEI'," Robin said.
"Ah-fuh-kah-ra-buck-saga-pla-jack-ka-rah-bay," Rubin said the pronunciation carefully.
Robin bursted into laughter as Rubin lowered his eyebrows.
"Nicole! What happened to Santa's Workshop?" E.B. asked.
Nicole sighed, "You see, my friend realized that Santa was really Mr. Jackruff in disguise."
E.B. gasped. He recognized the name.
"You mean, that evil doctor who electrocute Easter bunnies and turn their skins into furry fabric for realistic stuff animals?" E.B. asked.
"Yes, I once have a stuff bunny which fur was extra realistic," Nicole said.
"Did you threw it?" E.B. asked.
"I think so, I lost it 10 years ago," Nicole said.
E.B. sighed, "I think I need to go. Talk to you later."
"Bye, then!" Nicole said as she hung up the phone.
Meanwhile, Robin was on his hospital bed.
"How come I am an Easter bunny if I was born in an ordinary family?" Robin mumbled.
"I think someone pluck out your rainbow tooth," A voice said in Robin's mind.
"No! I DO NOT HAVE A RAINBOW TOOTH!" Robin yelled.
"Rainbow tooth," The voice laughed. "I'm sure you 'let go' jellybeans."
"I swear, I am not an Easter bunny!" Robin yelled in a British accent.
"Yo, what's up with the English accent?" A voice resembling like Robin's said.
Robin look around and saw Rubin Maximus.
"Rubin!" Robin cried.
"So, you impersonated E.B., huh?" Rubin said.
"Just to trick that evil Santa Claus," Robin mumbled.
"Ah, yes. The impostor Santa," Rubin said.
"Anyway, I heard your team hired scouts," Robin said.
"The Awesome Fantastic Coolest Ridiculously Beautiful Krampman Sash of the Glittery Perfect Little Jackrabbits of Coolness and Awesomeness along with the Ridiculously Active Bunnies from Easter Island?" Rubin asked.
"Yeah, and the people call it 'AFCRBKSGPLJCARABEI'," Robin said.
"Ah-fuh-kah-ra-buck-saga-pla-jack-ka-rah-bay," Rubin said the pronunciation carefully.
Robin bursted into laughter as Rubin lowered his eyebrows.