Safe At Home

I know you were all worrying, so I wanted to let you know that we have returned home safely. It was touch and go for awhile though. Jail is no fun!

Getting out was a bit tricky. My Mom (and do you know how embarrassing it is to call your Mom in front of the other guys in jail?) said "you buns got yourself into this situation, now get yourselves out.". Harsh.

Next, Mickey tried calling Jade, and she told him " I would suggest calling “The Law Firm” himself, aka BenJarvus Green-Ellis to bail you out, and have all return travel arranged by LMFAO to make up for getting you guys in trouble in the first place." That sounded like a really cool idea, but when Mickey pulled the "cute" act to get a couple more phone calls, their representatives said they were not available. While we understand why Green-Ellis is hiding out, we sure won't be downloading anymore LMFAO. They can't be too busy.

Harrington and Biff had a little more luck. Soft-hearted shell bailed us all out, and Lisa got our cases dismissed. That was quite an operation. She stormed into the court room, and started chanting legal stuff like "Miranda rights", "due process", "jurisprudence", and "Bill of Rights". The whole time she was waving this wooden gavel around, and the air was crackling with electricity. Then she slammed it down on the Judge's bench, and yelled "Ipsofacto"! That must be something like "Abracadabra", because there was a loud boom, and a flash. The Judge, who looked a little shaken said "You two women get these Bunnies out of here. I don't want to see them in front of me ever again"! And just like that, we were free. I really wish I had pictures of Lisa in action. It was quite a sight.

After that shell took Harrington home, and Lisa brought the rest of us (including Sogna) back to NYC. Mom and Jade made Mickey and me take the bus the rest of the way. We met some interesting characters on that ride, but that's a story for another time. Now we are all safe at home. Things are back to normal at the Raspberry Rabbits. Hannah is giving Harrington a bit of a hard time, but I think she is happy to see him.

 Sogna is happy to be back home in the Big City with Biff. She is even sharing her kale with him. Biff quite likes Sogna's new nose, but he told her he loves the old one, too. So everything will be OK there, even when the dye job grows out. 

I'm here at home, chasing the sunspots, and dreaming about what a fun time I had. Jade, I wanted to say, yet again, how sorry I am about the lawnmower. We really have no idea what happened to it. Although, those pictures of Madonna that I saw when Mom was watching Inside Edition might give us a clue.

The important thing is that Mickey is very happy with the replacement lawn mower. It's really got potential. He says that he has a plan.

It seems that Wesley wanted to be in on our adventure. That would have been so much fun. And the Olympics are coming up in London.... I wonder if Mickey can get this thing to float? I wouldn't bet against him. So Jade, while your fingers are flying on your crochet projects, you might want to keep an eye on him, too.

Thanks for joining in on our adventure, everyone. It's been a massive amount of fun!

Monday Morning Blues

 If you somehow missed the half-time show, like my silly Mom, you can see the photos here, at Mickey's place. Then come back here, to see how we got where we are now, OK? And next time, don't use the bathroom or hang out with the dishwasher at half-time!

Well, we didn't want to tell this part of the story, but every joker out there with a camera in their phone is a budding paparazzi these days. We figured we'd better give our version of these events.

See, after the game, Mickey and I felt the need to drown our sorrows in more Carrot Brew. Biff felt the need to celebrate, which made us think we might need something stronger than Carrot Brew. And Mickey? Well, he just wanted to party with his new friends.

We started out trying to party responsibly, I'm pretty sure about that. But then we hit this joint. Let me tell you, no rabbit in the world could resist this place. I've never seen so many greens in one place. And then, one of Mickey's friends ordered a round of Banana Pineapple Daqui-whozits. Things get a bit hazy after that. There may have been some Papaya tablets involved at some point, but they were not our idea.

 So you see, this  wasn't our fault. Really. I think.

I don't think this guy believed our story. In fact, I'm sure he didn't.

Anybunny know a good lawyer?

Weasley

When I managed to bumble find my way into the Patriot's huddle, I discovered that they were, as I had suspected, in need of a little "Bunny Magic". With my assistance, Tom (I call him Tom, you can call him "Mr. Brady") quickly came up with a new play. I was sure that this play would confuse the Giant's defense. It would be up to the Patriots to take advantage of the confusion.

And, well, I'm sure you know what happened next. You must have already seen it a hundred times on the televised broadcast. We can talk more about it later. I need to find the trainer, and get some ice for my backside.

Harrington

Harrington, being the friendly, gregarious kind of guy that he is, decided that he wanted to make some new friends. Of course, it didn't take very long. A couple twitches of that ear of his, and a few bats of the eyelash (Bunny Lashes are one of our secret weapons), and he had all the cheerleaders in love with him. It wasn't too long before the whole crowd was cheering for him.If you watched the game at all, I'm sure you saw this.

I left him to it, as he was clearly enjoying himself, and continued on my mission to assist the Patriots in their game plan.

Mickey And Biff

Well, as it turns out, we didn't stay too long in Mr. Kraft's "box". Really, you could hardly call it a box. There was no hay anywhere! There was also a serious lack of green, leafy vegetables. And since Biff (in his Giants jersey), and Harrington (in his Panthers jersey), were feeling a bit uncomfortable, we decided to find some other seats.

After a little scouting, and careful application of some cuteness, followed by generous use of the duct tape that Mickey had wisely brought along, we had our seats. Front row, right on the 50-yard line. Did you catch us on TV? It was great.

Mickey and Biff settled in for the game, and quickly consumed several plates of Banana Chip Nachos. Have you ever tried them? They are sooo good. I'm going to have to get Mom to make some at home. If I can remember the recipe....

It wasn't too long before Harrington began to feel a bit antsy, and I was thinking maybe the Patriots might need a little help from some "Bunny Magic", so we left Biff and Mickey with the nachos, and went find some action. Can you believe those two ate ALL the nachos while we were gone?

The Plan That Didn't Work

Biff and I were a little tired of Mickey coming up with all the good plans, so we decided to try one of our own for getting into the Stadium. It might have worked, too, if some bunny had been able to keep his ear under control. As it was, we didn't even make it in the door.

We had to use a few well aimed "Foot Flicks of Disgust" and a couple of "Withering Glares of Disapproval" to get away. After a few Carrot Brews to recover, Mickey placed a phone call to Jade for some information, and then we let him devise our new plan. You can see some pictures of how that went right here on Mickey's home base (I know, wrong sport). Check them out. I'll just tell you that we made Media Day a much more interesting event.

We Have A Failure Of Cuteness

Can you believe it? The humans here must be more blind than I am. I have no other explanation for why our dazzling collective cuteness did not immediately get us the best seats in the house.

It's a good thing Mickey is so smart. I know he'll get us in somehow.

The Promised Land

Or Indianapolis. Whatever you want to call it. Anyway, we are here at last. I never could convince Mickey to let me use the turbo, so I finally let him finish up the driving.

This town is like one giant big party right now. Does and Carrot Brews everywhere. Not that Harrington and Biff are noticing the does, but remember, Mickey and I are single guys. OK, that's probably enough about that!

Mickey says we need to go find a parking spot for our wheels. He doesn't want to keep driving in circles. For some reason, Biff has started repeating "Big Ben, Parliament, Big Ben, Parliament". What's up with that?

Leaving Bunnyville, Reluctantly

Hi, everybun! Well, we are on the road again. We were thinking maybe we would just stay in Bunnyville (it's pretty cushy there), but then we decided we needed to finish this adventure. Shell wasn't too happy with Biff. He kept getting tangled up in the Valdani floss. And Harrington wasn't too happy with me getting cozy with Hannah. Actually, Sogna wasn't too happy with that, either. I don't get it.

It's fun having Harrington along, but I'm a little worried about him. He keeps saying the Panthers are going to win the Big Game.... But, he did hook us up with some Carrot Shine! Yum!

Anyway, we have departed from North Carolina, and are headed North. It would be a faster trip if Mickey would show me how to work the Turbo. He keeps saying I shouldn't outdrive the distance ahead that I can see, and snickering. He's forgetting about my awesome sense of smell, I guess.

You can see that Mickey has gotten himself some goggles like mine. He used this flat plastic thing to get them. It's the same thing he puts in the pump when we fill this baby up with fuel, and it works at the grocery store, too. He got it from The Boy. I need to get one of those (flat plastic things, that is, not a boy).

Next time you see us, we should be in Indianapolis, I hope. Hey, Mick! About that Turbo....

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OOOPS! I almost forgot to mention. The Does decided to stay with shell. Shell and Hannah are going to help Sogna dye her nose to look likes Hannah's. Does are weird!

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Good Thing Biff's Not Driving!

Hey, everybun. New York City is pretty cool, but it turns out there is not really a Big Apple, after all. Lisa gave us pieces of small apple, but Sogna has eaten them all. Biff was right about her appetite, but she is a Sweetie, so that's OK. She came along 'cause she wants to hang out with Hannah. Of course, who wouldn't?

So, you probably figured out that we are taking a long detour to visit  the Raspberry Rabbits. We wanted to bring Harrington with us, since he seems to be the Ultimate Party Animal. And one of you mentioned Carrot Shine, which sounded good, and we figured he would know where to get some. Although, it seems like Biff is doing alright without it. Maybe we should rethink the Carrot Shine idea....Anyway, look out, shell! Here we come!

An Awesome Set Of Wheels!

Man, oh, man! Wait till you see what my buddy Mickey has done! He is a totally amazing Bungineer. Not only has he made us this nifty vehicle, but then he put together some spare parts that The Boy and The Big Guy had lying around, and made this great rolling thing for our snack box. That bun can really weld!

We are on our way now to New York City, to pick up the Biffster. Jade has packed us some tasty snacks (can't wait for our first rest stop), but I'm wondering if maybe Lisa will cut up some of that Big Apple for us to take along, too. Guess we'll see when we get there. Catch you later!

Hitchhiking Would Be Easier If I had Thumbs

It's a good thing I'm cute, or I might never get a ride!

Should be to your house soon, Mickey! I got Dad's emergency car  tools packed in here, so I can help with the wheels.

***********HEY, EVERYBODY***************
Somebunny special is having a Birthday! Go here to wish my buddy Biff a Happy Birthday!
Thanks,
Weasley

I Wish This Thing Had Wheels

I love hanging out in my litterbox, but man, I wish this thing had wheels! And a motor, too! Wouldn't that be cool?

 If I had wheels, I'd head west, and pick up Mickey, and then we'd stop for the Biffster. Maybe Sogna would pack some broccoli and bananas for us to take along. Then, we could head out to the Super Bowl.

What's that, Mom?
Oh. Mom says I'm being a chauvinist. I'm not sure what that is. I think maybe it means that I get to drive. And our Mom's have to pack the snack, not Sogna. Whatever.

Anyway, once we get to the Super Bowl, which I'm sure is filled with carrots, I know we can get seats on the 50 yard line. They'll have to give us the tickets, 'cause they  won't be able to resist our  cuteness. And if they try, well, that's where Mickey comes in. He's tough, like The Rock. He'll make sure we get the proper respect.

Yup. That's my plan. Anybody know where I can get some wheels? And a motor?.