Frankie Bunny 1

Frankie The Bunny

Frankie was finally free! After hours of painstakingly detailed work, she finally got a chance to relax. “MISS FRANCIS!” She heard through the hall. WIth a shrill yell she replied “What now!” The large lagomorph who called her was nervous slightly. “We have a charity costume party coming up in one week, and I have yet to hear what the plan for it is. we still have to do the catering, the entertainment, the-” Frankie quickly interrupted him “Done, done, done, and done.” Mr. Harriman was surprised. “Oh, well then… good day to you then.” He said before hopping away. It was then that the front door opened at the same time it did every weekday. Into the house walked a short burnette child, one known by the name of Mac. He waved to Frankie with a “Hey Frankie, you excited for the party?” She smiled warmly “Yeah... wanna play some video games?” She said, walking him toward the game room. When they arrived, they could see Bloo continuing his losing streak at Super Kart Racers 67. “This game is rigged!” Bloo said, ready to through the controller before noticing his company.  Everyone picked a controller and joined Bloo. Frankie taunted “Maybe it’s a user error.” giggling a bit with Mac. As they were selecting characters, Mac asked Frankie “So what costume do you have planned?” It was then that Frankie’s wonderful mood feel grim. “Darn, I forgot all about it! I’ll pick up something at costume town!” She was about to get up before Bloo stopped her. “I have an idea. Let’s race, winner gets to pick out the losers costumes costumes.” Mac and Frankie both nodded to each other. “You’re on!” And they were off, the three karts speeding around the track. Most of the race was neck and neck between Frankie and Mac, with Bloo trailing deeply last. Sadly for them, Bloo was able to get the blue bullet, the one item that changes the race. In a blinding flash, Mac and Frankie's karts were tossed aside, as Bloo blasted across the finish line. Bloo nodded “Don’t worry I’ll take care of everythi-” “MISS FRANCIS!” Got everyone's attention. “There was a spill in the kitchen, it would be appreciated if it was taken care of quickly.” The butler told before hopping away again. Frankie rolled her eyes before heading out of the room. Mac asked Bloo “So what costumes are we going with?” Bloo replied “I’m not wearing a costume, you and Frankie are.” Mac facepalmed “Was this all an excuse to get me and Frankie to dress in something embarrassing?” “No, in fact I’ll think you’ll love my idea, and the best part is Frankie wont kill me for this, because it’s a fair bet.” Bloo whispered his plan in to Mac’s ear. Mac almost got a nosebleed just from the suggestion. “She’ll kill you for that.” “Hey, I know you want this to happen too, and I know it’s for entirely selfish reasons.!” A statement that said by Bloo was hilarious to most who knew him.


Tonight was the night, all the decorations were in place, guests would be arriving in the hour, and Frankie still had no idea what on Earth she was supposed to wear. It was only when she entered her room did she see a box placed gently on her bed. On it was a note crudely written “Your costume, a bet is a bet.” Frankie opened the box. At first she was unsure what it was, until she lifted up part of the outfit, and noticed the small pair of ears. After a strong initial shock stated in a deadpan voice “I’m killing Bloo for this.”

	The party was filled with people mingling and dancing, everyone enjoying the party. Wilt was dressed in a Lakers Jersey as Lebron, Coco was Christmas tree, Edguardo a luachador, and Bloo was… Bloo. A clicking clack of heels could be heard from above, as a woman with a face red with embarrassment as her leotard walked down. The outfit was very low cut, easily displaying much of her cleavage, and considering Bloo ballparked her measurements, she moved slowly to not chance her top falling down. The outfit also did little to cover her backside, which swayed side to side with every step, a cute little white cottontail above her butt. Her legs were bare save for her heels, the same red that her outfit and lipstick were. A small collar adorned her neck, and last but not least were the white and pink rabbit ears that were on to She very easily to her dismay, turned plenty of heads. She heard murmurs from the crowd, before someone took her hand. She looked down to see Mac, wearing a red robe, and sporting a smile. “I’m impressed Frankie, I didn’t think you’d go along with it too.” He said, doing his best to sound smooth, but one could tell he was falling head over heels for her. “Ready for the party?”