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caiusbackup"Was that a--" Piper *stared* at the rapidly-departing large, anthropomorphic rabbit which had just--somehow--handcuffed him to his friend.
"I think it was, yes," said Trickster, also staring.
"Handcuffed by Bugs Bunny. Well. Life certainly didn't get any *less* interesting once I went straight. So to speak."
"Yeah, this is beyond the sort of thing I dealt with even with the Blue Devil." As they spoke, their two free hands worked together to try to pick the lock of the handcuffs.
"It doesn't look like any mechanism I've ever seen," commented Piper. "It shouldn't even *work*, it's like a cartoon lock."
"Move aside a sec, I've got a little blowtorch--" Trickster pulled out what looked very much like a birthday candle and applied it to the lock. A very loud noise ensued and both Rogues were covered with black smoke.
The handcuffs remained intact.
"In case you were wondering, that wasn't supposed to do that."
"I figured. Let me try." Piper pulled a little flute out of one pocket and played as best he could one handed.
Trickster, on a sudden impulse, looked up. "MOVE!" He pulled Piper bodily aside.
A safe dropped where they had been a minute ago, and snapped open to Piper's tune.
As one, they bent down to peer in. It was full of monopoly money.
Both of them started laughing hysterically.
"As I see it, we have only one option," said James Jesse, solemnly.
"Yes," agreed Piper. "We have to catch that Wascally Wabbit!"
"I think it was, yes," said Trickster, also staring.
"Handcuffed by Bugs Bunny. Well. Life certainly didn't get any *less* interesting once I went straight. So to speak."
"Yeah, this is beyond the sort of thing I dealt with even with the Blue Devil." As they spoke, their two free hands worked together to try to pick the lock of the handcuffs.
"It doesn't look like any mechanism I've ever seen," commented Piper. "It shouldn't even *work*, it's like a cartoon lock."
"Move aside a sec, I've got a little blowtorch--" Trickster pulled out what looked very much like a birthday candle and applied it to the lock. A very loud noise ensued and both Rogues were covered with black smoke.
The handcuffs remained intact.
"In case you were wondering, that wasn't supposed to do that."
"I figured. Let me try." Piper pulled a little flute out of one pocket and played as best he could one handed.
Trickster, on a sudden impulse, looked up. "MOVE!" He pulled Piper bodily aside.
A safe dropped where they had been a minute ago, and snapped open to Piper's tune.
As one, they bent down to peer in. It was full of monopoly money.
Both of them started laughing hysterically.
"As I see it, we have only one option," said James Jesse, solemnly.
"Yes," agreed Piper. "We have to catch that Wascally Wabbit!"
