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Cinderella Sentence Starters

“You’ve got two left hands in those gloves!” Jessica shot him a grin in return, darting sideways with an elegant spin that just lifted the edge of her dress and took her behind Roger– There was hooting. She ignored this.  She twitched her hips into stance and weighed the mallet on the floor again. Did she really want to hit her husband? Well, only when he asked– There was a sound THWACK and she was propelled forward a few feet, tottering un-lady-like with a yelp. She hadn’t been paying attention, and had been hit by the backswing on her back-side– “ROGER!” She turned quickly, beet-pink, “We are on CAMERA!”

Roger landed back on the ground with a heavy thump, stumbling forward with the mallet but quickly regaining his balance. He looked up at Jessica as she fell forward and grinned with delight. He’d got her!

“That’s okay, honeybunch! We all stumble from time to time!” He leaped forward, dropping the mallet and instead extending a hand out to help her up. He looked down at her innocently -- though only the audience would be able to see the fully-loaded boston creme pie he now held behind his back.

Jessica tried not to flinch or laugh. Really, she did, but as the camera panned inward to her triumphant look, she winked broadly– And fought the urge to rush to Roger’s side. Or laugh, as a pile of chattering teet toppled onto him. “FATALITY,” Boomed a voice off-set. Then: “BRING IN THE MALLETS-” “Oh!” Jessica stepped to the side as an assistant rushed at her, burdened under the weight of a mallet three times his size. She smiled, beatific, “I’ve already got one, thank you.”

She drew a mallet from the depths of her dress, and beamed. It wobbled spectacularly on the end of the stick. “CONTESTANTS READY?” “Er-” The assistant set down the mallet, and called, “Looks like the rabbit still has some birds-” “Always had trouble with stars,” muttered Jess.

Roger pushed himself up, eyes still spinning and birds still circling around his head from the fall. The birds all looked towards the man handing out the mallets and back down to the still-stunned rabbit, and took on angry expressions. As a team, the little bluebirds lifted Roger back up to his feet by his ears. One of them flew in front of his face and gave it a couple good slaps, before they all flew away together.

“Huh!? Woah! Jessy! Wow. There sure are a lotta people in our room, huh?” He asked, looking around in bewilderment before his eyes fell onto the man in front of him and he smiled sheepishly, reaching out for one of the mallets. “Gee… thanks.” He spoke, bashfully.

Taking on a more determined expression, Roger gripped the mallet with both hands now and widened his stance, looking up at Jessica with a grin.

“I got a couple tricks up my gloves! Try to get me!” He taunted, jumping up into the air and taking a heavy swing at his wife with an oversized weapon. Behind him the audience started cheering.

Jessica looked briefly flustered and waved her hands, hissing as her voice lowered, “Things! I- I mean, you know the damage a high-velocity custard pie can do to a toon’s paint makeup, right?” She narrowed her eyes, and prodded her husband in the chest, not indelicately, “We’ve got to go about this carefully. It’s very serious, Roger! This is worse than a little repainting, o-or– Model sheet adjustments–” She floundered for a comparison, but was at a loss. Her face fell into a grim line, “Roger, darling- I love you, I do. But this.” She stood, fists clenching, “This is…”

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Well, it wasn’t often that Jessica spoke to him with that tone. So the rabbit had to tilt his head in confusion, an ear coming around to scratch the tuft of orange hair on his head.

So many questions… since when did Jessica mind getting hit in the face with a pie? They did it practically every night, after all! Sure, maybe he was a bit overzealous with the throw this time, but it was for a good cause!

“Sparta? What’s that?” Roger asked, though didn’t have much longer than that before the action started going down. The confused toon stumbled backwards with the poke, and apparently Jessica knew exactly what she was doing, because not a moment longer, her perfectly high-heeled foot was shooting out and hitting him square in the stomach. He flew back with an exaggerated scream and wave of his arms – time somehow slowing down… or perhaps that was just him… as he flew backwards and collided into a pyramid of cardboard boxes that happened to be stacked behind him.

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“What are you being for halloween?” “We should have matching costumes!” “We’re too old to go trick or treating.” “You’re never too old for trick or treating!” “Did you buy candy for the trick or treaters?” “It’s your job to answer the doorbell.” “Let’s have a scary movie marathon!” “How much candy did you get?”

// I should probabaly…try and do stuff here. //

I would be sooo okay with that.

Let's Get Away || Roger, Jess and Eddie

Jessica fanned out the brochures neatly on the table, the pages softened by handling and the creases worn so tightly that they nearly scattered as she displayed them for what had to be the hundredth time. Neat circles and pencil notations, phone numbers and calculations littered the covers of bright sunsets and long sandy beaches. Jessica leaned back in her chair with a warm sigh, propping her heels on her suitcase and shutting her eyes. In just a few hours it’d be off to the airport and down south, and though it wasn’t Catalina it was going to be something. Jessica and Roger had been waiting and saving for what felt like years now, and with Eddie in town they knew they had to get something done, something to bring everyone back together. And what could say togetherness like margaritas and sand under your toes, ukuleles at sunset and the sound of the ocean beating endlessly into the horizon? Jessica gave a low contented hum; she could smell the sunblock and limes even now… Sitting back up she eyed the clock and realized with a jolt how close they were cutting it. She placed her hands on the table and leaned forward, calling, “Roger, darling? Are you all packed? We’ve got to go get Eddie soon! I don’t trust that– that /mobile/ of his to make it down the block, never mind through the traffic at the airport!”

Her hands brushed her packing list and she looked down, mentally going over everything. Sunblock and suntan lotion, bikinis drawn of the most chic polka dot you could ink a pen too, several pairs of festive sun glasses and shorts enough to make the equator blush… It was a dream!

Well, it’d be a dream even sooner if she could rouse Roger from whatever was worrying him. Having heard no reply she moved to the stairs and called tentatively, worry mounting a lump in her throat, “Honey bunny? Is everything okay?” She let a pause linger before offering gently, “You can still sit in my lap on the plane. You know how nervous I get-” She mounted the stairs and sighed, chest rising dramatically as she murmured sweetly, “Petting always calms me down.”

// @twobiiits @valiantandvaliantpi

Vacations were always fun. But vacations with Jessica were even better! And vacations with Eddie and Jessica was the best possible situation he could imagine!

Roger couldn't believe it when the suggestion had been made that the three of them go off on a holiday getaway together. With how busy Eddie had been lately, and how much his business had been booming, he'd barely had a moment's rest! Let alone had the three of them gotten the chance to do something together.

This had to be perfect! He didn't want to mess anything up, or to break anything before their trip even got started. He knew how much Eddie would need to relax, so he had to do everything in his power to make sure his friend had the most relaxing experience a human could have!

... He probably should have planned this out sooner.

Not a few moments before they were set to leave for the airport, Roger was hunched over his dresser drawer, throwing pair after pair of red overalls onto a messy heap behind him.

"No. No. No. No!" Roger let out an annoyed groan and sat back, pulling out yet another set of his standard outfit. “I can’t find a single pair of these in Eddie’s size!” He lamented, holding up the overalls in his hands and stretching them out to see. Just as he suspected, they were rabbit-sized, definitely not Eddie-sized... Suddenly the rabbit let out a dramatic gasp, and draped an arm across   his eyes, as though he were sobbing. “How’s Eddie ever going to relax without   comfortable clothes!? All he’s got are fancy suits! And boring pants! And hats that are way too big! He doesn’t even have a pair of sunglasses!” The rabbit cried, letting his arm drop to the floor and looking at the clothes in his hands in dejection. 

When he heard Jessica’s voice sounding behind him, that brightened his spirits. A smile came to his face, and he turned to look over his shoulder at the love of his life.

“Oh! Jessy! I’m almost there, I promise! I’m just trying to find things to help Eddie relax! I should’ve known this would take longer than a morning!”

“You could say that, my boy,” said J. “I recalled bumping into her before my…” he paused to think of his wording. “Transformation.” He decided to say with a sneer. “You see, I have unfinished business. She proved the perfect connection to get what I want.” He ruffled Roger’s orange hair with his gloved hand. “You are one lucky Rabbit.” 

Roger giggled when the man bent down to pat him between the ears. Looking back up at him and clasping his hands behind his back, Roger grinned.

“Tell me about it! I still can’t believe how lucky I am sometimes!” He gushed, his pupils becoming replaced by hearts for a split moment, before he blinked them back to normal.

“But you don’t  look  all  that  familiar . I  would’a remembered seeing a clown around here before! I love clowns!” The rabbit proclaimed, arms outstretched. “Hey -- do you think you could tell me a joke?” He asked, hopefully.