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?

Have I Ever Told You

that my Mom is stone cold crazy? I mean, she's really gone off the deep end this time hasn't she? Or around the bend, or something!

I don't know what I'm going to do about her. Hey, Bunny Buddies! Got any ideas?

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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