Subject: Heart and Star Date: Sun, 5 Jul 1998 22:08:07 EDT From: HKUriah3@aol.com To: eric42@terra-online.com Here --------------------------------------------------------------------- Subject: Baby Babs Story - Intro From: abryant@netcom.com (Kevin Pezzano) Date: Thu, 16 Feb 1995 00:53:27 GMT Message-ID: Well, spurred on by Nefaria, I am posting what I have of the Baby Babs story I wrote. I am posting it to alt.tv.tiny-toon (well, duh, given the content!) and alt.tv.tiny-toon.fandom (because Nefaria said I should, and it's not a standard TTA story). I did my best to characterize Babs as realistically as possible, and paid careful attention to toddler behavior (I'm an education major, was easier for me). The male character is left intentionally vague, mostly so I could torment Nefaria with the fact that he can't be the father!! It's unfinished, as I can't think of a plot and haven't had time. I also haven't yet decided if it SHOULD have a plot...maybe I'll keep it as a 'slice-of-life' deal. Gimme some feedback on this...it needs it!!! Hope you enjoy it!! Kevin -- ------------------------------------------------------------------------ "The hottest places in hell are reserved | "I'd like to meet a for those who, in a period of moral | sophisticated older guy with a crisis, maintain their neutrality." | special affinity for rabbits!" -Dante Aligheri | -Babs Bunny, "Love Disconnection" Kevin A. Pezzano abryant@netcom.com OR pezzanok@email.uah.edu Subject: Baby Babs Story - Part 1 From: abryant@netcom.com (Kevin Pezzano) Date: Thu, 16 Feb 1995 00:54:12 GMT Message-ID: Babs Bunny and all related characters are copyright Warner Brothers. This is in no way intended to infringe upon that copyright. This story is copyright 1995 by Kevin Pezzano. You cancopy and distribute this freely as long as you continue to credit me, and as long as WB Legal doesn't get us all!! "Heart and Star" by Kevin Pezzano Prologue Coffee. He HATED coffee. Unfortunately for him, it was the only thing that could wake him up in the morning. Only coffee had sufficient caffeine in it to allow him to struggle through another day at least marginally conscious, shakes notwithstanding. He had to face it, he was not a morning person, and he hated the only thing that allowed him to function in the morning. He managed to get his old, battered Mr. Coffee set, brewing a batch of the foul brown liquid. He often liked to make scatalogical comparisons about the color and percieved taste, but sometimes, like today, he was indifferent to it. Waiting a few minutes while the coffee dripped into the cracked pot, he switched on his TV to get the morning news. Pouring himself a cup from the ancient machine, he dumped in six packages of sugar, a half dozen small containers of cream that he stole from a Burger King downtown, and stirred it idly while watching the small screen spew the tripe it always did. The usual junk was happeneing in the world - six shootings, two revolutions, a bush war in South America, and the exciting new diet pill that shrunk your internal organs enough so you could get those pants on(still awaiting FDA approval, the terminally perky newswoman declared). A loud knock on his door tore him away from the TV set (girls head found rolling down hill, it blared. Film at 11!!). Setting down his cup on the kitchen counter, he walked over to the door of his small apartment. Who the heck could it be at 7AM on a Monday morning, he thought, as he whipped open the door. No one was there. A prank, then. He bet it was those annoying Scirrelli kids from the unit down the street. He was just about to slam the door angrily when a flash of white at his feet caught his eye. He kneeled down to get a closer look, puzzled. Left on the doorstep of his semi-trendy townhouse apartment was a small bundle, wrapped securely in a white blanket. He picked the bundle up, curious, and was surprised to feel the contents were warm. Standing, he walked inside, shutting the door behind him. Suddenly, the bundle squirmed slightly, then made a soft cooing sound. He unwrapped the blanket slightly, staring in, and was again surprised to see a pair of large blue eyes stare back at him. What the hell is going on here, he thought, and unwrapped the bundle all the way, setting it next to his coffee cup on the counter. It's a BABY!! was his first thought, and indeed the small creature contained in the white blanked was a diaper-clad infant. However, the shock at finding a baby on his doorstep was soon overshadowed by another realization: It was a toon baby!! The infant was apparently female, as it was covered in soft pink fur. A rabbit, too, he guessed, from the long ears. A baby pink toon girl rabbit, he thought. What the heck am I supposed to do with a female toon pink baby rabbit?? Toons did not usually leave their offspring on human's doorsteps. He didn't think many toons even lived in his neighborhood!! He had to turn her over to the authorities, he thought. However, as he stared at the small pink form on the counter in front of him, smiling and gurgling happily at him, his heart melted. Obviously the mother can't or doesn't want to take care of her, he thought, but who could possibly abandon something as adorable as that? She certainly seemed healthy enough, though he had no idea how or what a healthy toon looked or acted like. He sat for a minute, unaware that the infant had crawled up to his orange tie and was chewing happily on it, despite having no teeth. When he finally noticed, he pulled her away from his baby-toon-pink-rabbit-saliva-sodden cravat and held her up to look at her face again. As he watched, the infant looked surprised to be taken away from the tie, then opened her mouth wide and begain wailing unhappily, tears streaming from the large blue eyes. Nonplussed, he immediatly tried to figure out what was wrong with her. He stared around frantically as her wails grew louder, then noticed his tie. It, of course, resembled a carrot. It was his joke for the day, wearing a carrot tie. The baby went for it because she was hungry!! Flushed with success, he set the baby down and ran to his refrigerator, pulling out a package of carrots. He tore the wrapper open, and extracted a carrot, which he then handed to the infant. The baby quieted down immediatly, grasped the carrot, and began sucking on the end of it. When she discovered she couldn't eat the vegetable, she again began wailing. Now what do I do, he thought. Of course, she has no teeth. So how do I fix this carrot? Mash it? No, she looks to be the same age as my nephew, and I've heard my brother talk about how he isn't ready for solid food yet. What then? Aha!! He reached under the counter for the juicer his parents had given him last christmas, and began shoving carrots into it. He ran back into the living room, and found a baby bottle his nephew had left the last time his brother's family had visited. He washed it out as the juicer filled up wish carrot juice. He rushed back to the juicer, filled the bottle, slapped the rubber nipple on it, and gently put it in the mouth of the sobbing infant. The baby silenced immediately, and commenced sucking on the bottle happily. Finally satisfied, he used her blanket to wipe away the tears, and carried her into the living room. He checked the clock..it was 8:15. He was late for work, but was already exhausted again. He gazed down at the now-happy pink form in his arms. "I'm not sure I can handle this, kid" he said to her. "But I'll bet I can be a better parent than some toon orphanage. You need a name, though...I can't keep calling you 'Pink Female Toon Baby Rabbit', after all" He stared around the room, looking for ideas. His attention finally centered on the still-blaring television set. It was a news item on the recent concert by the Beach Boys, and the still-terminally-perky newscaster was saying "...and they finished up their set with the perennial favorite, 'Barbara Anne.'" "Okay, kid." he said to the infant, "Your name is now Barbara Anne. I gotta call work, tell em what's going on. Like they'd understand!!" But he only sat there and watched as the baby Barbara finished the bottle, dropping it to the couch as she slipped into a satisfied sleep, a happy smile upon her small furry face. -- ------------------------------------------------------------------------ "The hottest places in hell are reserved | "I'd like to meet a for those who, in a period of moral | sophisticated older guy with a crisis, maintain their neutrality." | special affinity for rabbits!" -Dante Aligheri | -Babs Bunny, "Love Disconnection" Subject: Baby Babs Story - Part 2 From: abryant@netcom.com (Kevin Pezzano) Date: Thu, 16 Feb 1995 00:54:52 GMT Message-ID: "Heart and Star" by Kevin Pezzano Chapter 1 "Daddy!! Wakie!!" the soft childish voice insistently wailed. "Mmmmph!!!" he replied sleepily. He rolled over, pulling the blanket over his head and burrowing back into his pillow. Unfortunately, the owner of the little girl voice would not leave him in peace. A small warm form climbed onto the bed beside him. "Wakie!!!" she said again, grabbing his head by the cheeks and shaking him back to consciousness, giggling at the funny sounds his jowls made as they jiggled under the influence of her small hand. Grumbling and moaning, he rolled back over and came face to face with a grinning pink toon rabbit. Her large, expressive eyes twinkled as they took in his disheveled and bleary-eyed form. One of her long ears flopped down over her face. It looked as though she had tried again to put her ear ribbons on, but being only about two and a half years old, she was not yet able to. One purple ribbon dangled loosely from the ear over her face; the other was nowhere to be found. Picking her up and setting her back down on the floor, he tossed off his blankets and stood up, a little unsteadily. The alarm clock next to the bed read 8:30 AM. "What are you doing up so early, little one?" he asked the toon toddler staring up at him from her crosslegged position on the floor. "Hungry!!" she said happily, fidddling with the ribbon on her ear. He reached down, and quickly disentangled the ribbon, then retying it correctly. Propping her ear back in its correct position, he then took her by the hand and led her out of his bedroom. Their first stop was her room. As he rummaged around the Looney Tunes decorated room, the young bunny played happily with a small stuffed Pepe Le Pew toy sitting on her matress. Finding what he was looking for, he walked over to the engrossed toddler. He set down the bundle of clothes he had pulled out of the dresser on the matress, then sat down himself. "Come on up here, Babsie" he said to the toon, who happily scampered up on the bed and sat next to him, wide-eyed. He unfolded a small white blouse, then pulled it over the squirming bunny's head. After a few unsuccessful tries and a little squealing on the child's part, he managed to get her arms into the sleeves and the blouse settled on her body. He then slipped the red skirt on her, fastening the back after checking her diaper. He had been potty-training her, but she still had the occasional "accident", and he was taking no chances. Finally, he caught one of the wriggling and now-impatient toddler's ears, and tied the matching ribbon ont it. The morning ritual completed, he picked her up and carried her into the living room. As it was a Saturday, he set the happy youngster down in front of the TV. He switched it on, and left the child to stare at the colorful cartoon images on the screen. "Me daddy!!!" she squealed happily. "I wanna be on TV!!!" she exclaimed, pointing happily. "So, you want to be a cartoon star, eh?" he asked the engrossed pink bunny. "Well, since you ARE a toon, I think that can be arranged. Better wait until you are older, though, hon." he finished, smiling. He left the toon toddler happily watching a rerun of 'Animaniacs" while he walked into the kitchen. He busied himself with putting frozen waffles in the toaster oven and setting out the OJ and syrup on their small table. "So, Babsie," he called out as he set out plates and napkins ( a LOT of napkins; she was still a rather messy eater). "What should we do today, eh?" "Shopping!!" the youngster called back happily; she knew today was grocery day, and she LOVED to go out and meet people. "Come on in to breakfast, then." he called out. The furry pink child bounded in with more energy than he thought it was proper for any living being to possess so early on a weekend morning. She took her seat, and watched as he set an already-buttered and -syruped waffle in fron of her. She started to reach for the sticky disc, but he cautioned her to wait until he had cut it for her. She nodded solemnly, and waited with barely contained excitement as he cut the waffle into pieces small enough for her to fit in her mouth. "Okay, there you go" he told her, and she scrambled forward, her long ears again flopping into her face, as she snached up a mapley waffle bit and shoved it in her mouth. As they ate, he grinned in amusement at the way that most of the syrup got on her face, matting the fur around her mouth and turning the pink and white a darker, brownish-tinged color. With a sudden despair, he realized he had forgotten to put her Bugs Bunny-emblazoned bib on her, as he saw the white blouse take on a stain similar to the stain on her fur. Sighing, he was just glad he remembered to push her ears out of the way again before they, too, became sap-coated. After they had both finished, he picked up his adopted daughter, who was busily engaged in smearing the syrup that coated her fingers onto her red skirt, and carried her into the bathroom. Removing and discarding her sticky clothes into the hamper nearby, he again lamented that the young toon had HIM for a surrogate father. He loved her with all his heart; it was hard NOT to adore the pink ball of energy, really. However, he was totally inexperienced and unready to be a father. He kept forgetting things like this, making more laundry work for him. He had vowed to try to raise her the best way he knew how, though, and despite the unusualness of a human raising a toon, he was going to keep his promise. He set to work scrubbing the sticky little female bunny. She disliked being bathed, and squirmed and frowned unhappily as he soaped up her face and arms. Working the lather into the pink fur of the uncooperative toddler, he was soon coated himself. Rinsing both of them off in the sink, he then snatched up a large plush towel, and vigorously but gently rubbed the now-miserable girl. To cheer her up, he tickled her tummy, which never failed to send her into paroxysms of laughter. This time was no exception, and he soon had her back to her happy self in just a few minutes. He carried the still-giggling bunny back into her room, where he dressed her again in a red blouse and white skirt this time (he had awful fashion sense, and tried not to make her look TOO bad; most of her clothes were the same color for simplicity). He told her to go back and watch TV, while he showered and go dressed (and prepeared himself mentally...she may have looked cute and adorable, but was so energetic and independent she became a demon with ear ribbons when excited. Every day was a trial for him!!) for their shopping trip. -- ------------------------------------------------------------------------ "The hottest places in hell are reserved | "I'd like to meet a for those who, in a period of moral | sophisticated older guy with a crisis, maintain their neutrality." | special affinity for rabbits!" -Dante Aligheri | -Babs Bunny, "Love Disconnection" Kevin A. Pezzano abryant@netcom.com OR pezzanok@email.uah.edu Re: Baby Babs Story - Part 2 Subject: Baby Babs Story - Part 3 From: abryant@netcom.com (Kevin Pezzano) Date: Thu, 16 Feb 1995 00:56:20 GMT Message-ID: "Heart and Star" by Kevin Pezzano Chapter 2 He found Babs sitting in front of the television set again, engrossed in 'Beakman's World'. "Come, on, honey!" he called out to her. She scampered to him happily. He switched off the television set, and set to work shoehorning the wiggling toddler into her winter jacket. She put up a minor struggle, but did not fight as hard as she normally did; she loved their shopping trips and didn't want to jeopardize her time outside. Zipping her coat tightly, he gathered up her red-beribboned ears and tucked them securely into her blue wool cap, plopping it down on her head. She giggled happily, and waited with barely contained excitement as he put on his own coat and scarf. He opened the door, and was almost bowled over as the little pink toon rushed outside. "Snow!!!" was her happy cry as she buried herself in the white fluff covering the lawn outside his townhouse apartment. He smiled in amusement as he closed and locked the door, then turned to watch the toddler. She had busied herself making a snowman, whirling madly, sending gobbets of the frozen ice particles flying everywhere. She was developing more and more tooney behavior as she got older. The snowman finished, she stepped back from it proudly, her single large front tooth flashing in her smile. He broke out laughing when he saw it was a childishly crude, yet immediately recognizable, image of himself. The young Babs laughed happily along with him; she was definitely developing a sense of humor. Mock-growling, he scooped up a handful of snow and charged her. She giggled and ran away, yowling with pleasure. He caught up with her and dumped the load of snow right on her. Squealing and laughing, she tossed a globe of snow back at him, smacking him right in the face with it. He grabbed her and tossed her playfully into a snowdrift, burying them both. Still laughing, he extracted the pink toon, who was also laughing happily in that high-pitched voice of hers. He set her on her feet, then turned away to pick up her hat which had come off in the mock struggle. Turning back, he was hit by another snowball tossed by the mischevious young rabbit. She laughed even harder, then ran away yelling happily as he chased. The toon toddler ducked behind the snowman, still giggling. He crept up as quietly as he could, and reached around the snow creation to grab her, shouting "gotcha!!" playfully. She squealed and whirled about, smiling. He found that he was off balance as she tried to pull away from him, and he went tumbing face first into the snowman and onto the ground. The pink toon's laughter increased as he dragged himself out of the powdery snow covering him, and he couldn't help smiling himself at her joy. Once he was standing, she immediately rushed to him and gave him a monstrous (for her diminutive size) hug about the legs. "Come on, Babsie," he said as they walked together to his car parked out on the street. "We can play after we get back from the supermarket." "Okay. Can we get marshmallows?" she asked. Her two favorite foods were carrots (naturally), and, surprisingly, marshmallows. "We'll see, honey." he answered, trying very hard not to give in to the owner of the big blue eyes staring up at him pleadingly, and not having very much success. "Now get in your car seat." he said, holding open the passenger side door. She clambered up into the car (with a small boost from him), and settled herself into the child safety seat. He fastened her restraints securely; she may have been a toon and nearly invulnerable, but he was taking no chances with her. He slammed the door closed, and she watched with bright eyes as he walked around the front of the car and got in on the drivers side. He started the car and pulled slowly out of the driveway. Out in the street, he shifted to forward and raced off towards the freeway. He looked over at Babs; the youngster, who loved car rides almost as much as she liked everything else (he continually marveled at her personality and joy at virtually everything she saw and experienced in her little world) had her neck craned as far as it would go to the right, her face pressed against the window. "What do you see, honey?" he asked her. Still keeping her face pressed to the glass, she answered in a loud voice, "Cars!!". And, indeed, they had pulled onto the freeway and were racing past vehicles of all descriptions. She oohed once at a huge semi, watching the monstrous 18-wheeler with interest as their car passed it. After a short ten minute drive, he exited the freeway and turned onto a side street. The car soon approached the strip mall where the Bruno's Supermarket he usually shopped at was. As the little pink bunny saw that they were approaching the store, she began bounding up and down in her car seat with barely contained excitement. He quickly pulled into a parking space near the entrance, and got out, walking around to the passenger side. He set about undoing the bundle of pink excitement from her car seat. She shouted, "Shopping!!" as he picked her up out of her seat. "Yes, Babs, shopping..." he said to her, smiling. He cuddled her small form against him for warmth against the cold weather. She waved happily at all the other shoppers walking to or from the store, elicting grins in return from her shining smile. "Geez, Babs, don't you EVER quit?" he said playfully as they apprroached the entrance. "No!" she squealed happily. He only sighed and smiled. -- ------------------------------------------------------------------------ "The hottest places in hell are reserved | "I'd like to meet a for those who, in a period of moral | sophisticated older guy with a crisis, maintain their neutrality." | special affinity for rabbits!" -Dante Aligheri | -Babs Bunny, "Love Disconnection" Kevin A. Pezzano abryant@netcom.com OR pezzanok@email.uah.edu