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[theme music playing]

[Burroughs] Good evening. Tonight we bring you to the film capital,

where we will meet a personality known throughout the world.

It's all film, no lies.

Here in the Hollywood Hills, placed in natural surroundings,

is the home of that timid, little woodland creature, Bugs Bunny.

Our cameras and microphones are all set up

for an intimate visit with our little friend.

-Good evening, Bugs. -Hiya, Mr. Burroughs.

Nice cozy place you have here.

Oh, uh... [chuckles]

Well it ain't much of a hutch, but it's home.

Bugs, may I ask you, to what do you contribute your success?

I guess it's luck, Mr. Burroughs.

You see, I always carry my rabbit's foot with me.

Yoo-hoo, Bugsy. Oh, Bugsy. Are you home?

Whoa. What's this?

Cables? Lights? Cameras?

Oh, my gosh. How do I look?

Is this TV? Taking your picture, huh?

Oh, boy, look! It's Cedric Burroughs.

I know you, Mr. Burroughs. Don't you remember me?

Oh, I watch you on TV all the time.

Oh, gee, I'm all excited.

Just think. Cedric R. Burroughs, and I'm talking to him.

-Daffy. -Ask me some questions, Mr. Burroughs.

-Daffy! [shouts] Daffy! -Go ahead, ask me.

-I can see myself on the monitor. Look. -Daffy, we're busy.

Jealous punk.

Now, what were you gonna ask me before we were so rudely interrupted?

Our audience would like to know how a timid, little creature like yourself

manages to escape that clever hunter, Elmer Fudd.

Elmer Fudd, clever?

[laughs]

Don't make me laugh.

The fact is, Elmer Fudd is the dumbest hunter

I have ever had the pleasure to encounter.

In short, his IQ is P.U.

Okay, rabbit, we'll see whose IQ is P.U.

Start saying your prayers, rabbit.

Come outta there, rabbit, or expose yourself as a coward.

Sounds like your friend, Elmer Fudd.

Yep, that's him.

But I really expected him much sooner. Pardon me a moment.

He's gone. Here's my chance.

I see you finally got rid of that camera hog.

I bet you thought you'd never get rid of him.

Nyeh... [chomping]

What's up, doc?

I'm giving you to the count of five to apologize to me publicly

for calling me stupid.

One, two, three, four, five...

I'll have to get back to my broadcast. Toodle-oo.

How about putting me on your show, Mr. Burroughs? How about it?

Oh, that rabbit's got nothing. I'll show you some real talent. Watch.

When my little ol' baby is happy,

yes, sir, you can wear any ol' hat.

It brings back memories of my little ol' mother.

And that little ol' Swanee winding round the cabin door.

Yes, sir...

Come out, rabbit, or I'll blast you out.

Oh, Daffy, how about a close-up over here?

Oh, boy, a Zoomar lens. How's this? Close enough?

Very funny.

What did you ever do to qualify your being in show business,

except just being a rabbit? Anyone can be a rabbit. I'll prove it.

All you have to do is chew a carrot and say,

"What's up, doc? What's up, doc?"

Now I got you, you screwy rabbit.

Wait! Wait! I'm not a rabbit! I'm a duck--

[gunshot]

There's your rabbit.

Uh-oh.

You'd better pause for a station break while I get rid of this pest, Fudd.

[gunshot]

[gunshots]

[gun firing]

That ought to take care of that camera hog for a while.

And then I played Snide, Nevada,

where I stopped the show with this little number.

[music playing]

[panting]

[chuckling]

It'll take him all day to figure this one out.

I'd better get back to my broadcast.

How's that, Mr. Burroughs? Will you put me on? Huh?

How about it? Will you, huh?

Huh? Huh?

The only way we're ever gonna get rid of this pest is to put him on.

I guess you're right.

Oh, Daffy, you're going on.

Really? Honestly? Truly?

Yep, it's all yours.

Oh, boy, I'll lay them in the aisles.

Uh...

Will my friends see me on TV?

Not only your friends, but 40 million other people will be watching.

[stutters] Fo...

Forty million?

[groans]

Good night, Mr. Burroughs.

[Burroughs] Good night, Bugs.

[theme music playing]