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This is the last of three stories surrounding the Love Square of Buster,
Babs, Jake and Fifi. All comments (Bad and Good, I can take it) go to
MBeebe7769@juno.com There are two people I would like to specially
acknowledge here. Kevin Mickel (HKUriah3@aol.com) who without I would
have left the list and never done had anything to do with TTA ever again. And
finally you, the reader. Yeah it may sound corny, but I appriciate every
good and bad comment I get. Anyway let's get down to business.
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     I decided to help Babs after all, even though she was a very
beautiful rabbit, and was a great kisser. But I knew her heart was with
another. Besides, I had my sights set on another target, Fifi. We came up
with Plan A. Plan A was...... what? You think I was actually going to
tell you and ruin the plot? Babs was staying at my place since Buster stopped
by her house every day to look in her room, which had been untouched since
her departure. With the exception of her clothes. They had been so dirty and
stinky that they had actually walked themselves into the washer.
     I was following Buster everyday to get his basic routine down, it was pretty
simple: School, lunch with Fifi, he went home and she came over for a while. It
is not simple to follow someone when you are a skunk either, you go through a lot
of anti-persperant.
      I met a friend of Babs's; Shirley, she's a loon I hear. Shirley just got some
kind of wierd look on her face when I asked where Buster is. She knew something.
When I returned to my house, Babs was asleep on the couch with a picture in her
hand. I lifted her arm and looked at the picture, it was her and Buster. Poor
bunny, I thought. So I carried her to my bed and put her in and I slept on the couch.
     Early next morning I smelled something funny. Babs had attempted construct a
breakfast. I told her as I looked at a rice cake, "Hey I remeber these!
We used to play frisbee with these." Tears started to well up in her
eyes, so I added, "Yeah we would throw them and eat them by catching
them. Wanna try?"  So she took a cake and threw it I caught it naturally. She did this
every day before school, I don't think my digestive track will ever be the same.
     When we went to school, (She was still dressed as Harold) we saw a poster
for the Senior Prom. So there it was a golden oppurtunity to get Buster back.
I decided to take Babs to the prom. I hoped that Buster would see her and
rush back and be happy again. But there was one problem: Fifi. She would be
crushed by this, I didn't want to hurt her feelings. So many people had been hurt
by this, so I figure one more wouldn't hurt. Boy did I turn out to be wrong.
     Me, Buster, Plucky and Hamton were sitting around his burrow discussing the
dance. Plucky had been turned down (Again) by Shirley so he didn't think
he was going. Hamton said he didn't have anyone to go with. I thought to
myself, he must be the one Babs told me about that was Fifi's boyfriend, they had
been pretty heavy also. When I asked Buster who he was taking, he said no one,
so I suggested we all go together. The only one who accepted was Plucky.
Hamton said he would just sit home. I tried to convince him to go. But he
said the only girl for him was taken. So I went home. Babs was there making
dinner, boy she was a very nice girl, but she couldn't cook anything but stewed
carrots and there are only so many days that you can eat it before losing sanity.
So I asked her to go to dinner with me. She gladly accepted, and slipped
into her dorky looking Harold suit. I asked her, "Where do you want to go?"
     She replied with a grin, "Weenie burger of course."
     We entered Weenie Burger and the usualy Motley Crew of toons was there
although I only knew a few of them. Buster, Fifi, Plucky and Shirley were there
making it a very sticky situation. Babs immediately wanted to sit with them, but I
grabbed her arm and put her in a booth very far away from them.
     Just as we had recieved our food, Hamton walked in. I had only spoken
with Hamton once, and he said he had had some bad experiences with Skunks,
so he didn't want to have anything to do with me. I told him I just wanted to be
his friend. He didn't care. I went by his house later but he wasn't there. From what
I had learned from Babs, I know he is going through a tough time also.
     Anyway, when Hamton walked in, he saw Fifi and immidatley went crying
down the street. I was going to give pursuit, but Babs stopped me. She whispered
in my ear that he was an innocent victim and nothing could be done for him yet.
     So after I walked Babs back home, I told her I would be back soon, I lied
and told her I was going to get a video or something. I went to Hamton's house,
and when I knocked on the door, the most enormous man, I mean if they gave
out awards for fat he would have won the Nobel Prize for it, and he opened the
door. And I thought I stunk, phewwww! I quipped, "Is your name Stinky or something?"
     He half-replied half-slobbered, "Uncle Stinky to you, bub. And you ain't roses
your self! Whadday want?"
     I told this thing I wished to Hamton. He gestured me in. I went into the
room he had pointed to and saw that it was pitch black. "Hamton?" I called
into the darkness.
     I heard a sobbing reply, "Who's there?" I told him, "It's me
Jake, I want to talk to you."
     "Go away! I don't want to have anything to do with skunks!" Came the sharp reply.
     I walked over to the bed and sat down. "Why? Have I done anything to offend you?"
     He turned and looked at me, tears streaming down his cheeks, "Not you, but
another has forsaken me."
     I placed my hand on his shoulder and said, "Hamton, I can feel what you are going
through, and I just want to be your friend. It's the girl skunk isn't it?"
     He started sobbing more, so I gave him some Kleenex. He finally spoke,
"Yes her name's Fifi, and she has not talked to me in a long time. I thought
we had something between us, I thought she loved me. But that's what I get
for messing with skunks."
     I asked, "Did you love her?"
     He blushed, "Yes very much so, I though we were going to spend the rest of our
life together just like Buster and Babs were......"
     He trailed off and starting to cry uncontrolably again so I gave him a hug. As
I stood to leave, I told him, "Even though it might not happen between you and
Fifi, never give up hope. If you need someone to talk to, I'll be there for you."
     As I went back to my house with the video in hand, Babs opened the door.
"What, did you film the movie yourself?"
I laughed, "Very funny, pinky. It was a long line. You know how Blockblunder
is."
     She laughed too, "Yes I know." We sat down and saw a stupid movie about a
guy and girl who work together to get back their respective exes, but they
end up falling in love with each other. Boooooooring! But at the end of the
movie, I found myself in a precarious position, with Babs asleep on my shoulder.
I tried to gently nudge her awake, but to no avail. I tried to slip away,
but her head fell into my lap. So I gave up and fell asleep too. I was
awakened by a loud crashing sound I shot up like a start. Babs woke up too. I told
her quickly to hide in the shower. She ran into the bathroom just as Buster
walked in.
     "Hi Buster what are you doing here?"
     He looked around suspiciously. "Just stopped by to talk."
     I gave a relieved sigh. "Well, Buster have a seat. Make your self comfortable.
What did you want to talk about?"
     Buster sighed, "The dance. I have a confession to make."
     I was thrown off by his sudden trust in me. "Why didn't you tell Plucky or Hamton?"
    "If I told them, they would tell everyone."
     I sat down beside him. "Well, go ahead."
     "You see after Babsie died, I kind of devloped a relationship with Fifi. It's
getting hot and heavy and I need advice from a skunk." I was taken aback by his
remorseful tone. He continued, "I love her, and I am going to ask her to marry me."
     A loud crash came from the bathroom, obviously Babs from shock. "Uh excuse
a moment please, Buster." I ran to the bathroom and locked the door and saw Babs
had passed out from shock. She had to be stashed somewhere. I tried the Medicine
cabinet, no it was too small. I tried the hamper, but her ears stuck out. At last I
saw it the toilet. The place big enough to stash her. Forgive me Babs, I thought
as I strapped a Oxygen tank on her and put her in.
     I walked casually out and sat back down by Buster. He had a quizzical expression,
so I had to explain. "Uhh... clogged drain." He shrugged and I asked, "Why do you want
to marry Fifi?"
     He looked down at the floor, "I know Babs is gone forever, and I want
to be happy, that the way I would have wanted her to be had I been
killed. So I am asking her to marry me at the dance."
     Holy moley! I thought, Babs and I must act fast to stop this!
     "Well Buster, what about Hamton? You saw how he acted tonight.
Does Fifi have no feelings for him?"
     "I have taken that into consideration, Jake. But love comes first for me.
Well, I should be going, it's getting late."
     As he left, I sat with my mouth agape at what was going to take place.
Sheesh Acme Acres was turning into Melrose Place! I had almost
forgotten about Babs in the toilet. I pulled her out and she was asleep.
So I took her and put her on the couch and I sat next to her wondering what to
do.
     I realized I must put my urges for Fifi aside and set things right here.
It was sad really. I was so confused, and I didn't know what to do. How
could I prevent Fifi and Buster's eminent marriage? How could I reconcile
the two couples? These thoughts swirled in my head and I did not even notice
that Babs had curled up beside me. I stroked her head and ears. Poor girl, she
loves Buster so bad, and he doesn't know it. Hamton was madly in love
with Fifi, but she did not know. The dance was in a week, and I had to try to
woo Fifi for Hamton. Because he surely wasn't going to.
     When Babs woke up, she started to cry. She blubbered, "How could he?
I thought he loved me."
     "He does, it is the fact that he thinks you are dead is why he has moved on."
This stopped the water works. I told her, "It will be alright, I am on
the job."
     During the week, I put candies and flowers in Fifi's locker. With
each one, I put a note that said, "From H". I watched Fifi as she found the
presents I left for her and she scratched her head. On Thursday the day
before the Big dance, I put a corsage and a picture of Hamton in her
locker and this poem:
                Fifi, how you have hurt me,
                The way you did desert me,
                I miss you so much,
                Anything from you, a kiss a hug,
                I do love you, my dear Skunkette,
                And I cannot forget,
                The special times we had,
                Or when you were mad,
                I miss your special aroma,
                Or the way you turned me to butter,
                When I hear the wind, It whispers to me,
                Your name my darling Fifi.
                        -Hamton

     It was surefire stuff that I had put into that poem. It was mushy, it
didn't rhyme very well. And I know Skunketts melt for that kind of junk. I
thought if this all went well, things might get back to normal. The biggest day
of these four peoples life was tomorrow, and they didn't know it yet.
     I woke Babs up at 12:00 and told her to start getting ready. I wore a black
tuxedo with my tail sticking out the back. When Babs came out, I almost passed
out. She had a Black strapless gown. That made me think, Buster is one lucky
man.
     I stopped off at Hamton's house on the way. I was making sure he was
going to go to the dance. He was asleep. I shook him awake, and told him,
"Hamton, get up! You are going to the dance!" Hamton screamed then realizing
it was not a bad dream, gave in and got dressed in a tuxedo from his closet. I
don't know why he had one he just did, Ok? I dropped him off and picked up Babs.
We entered the dance and there were gasps from everyone. Buster and Fifi
were discussing something, but Buster was on one knee. Great timing I thought.
Hamton was near the punch bowl looking at Fifi, and sighing.
     I asked Babs to dance, and we took the dance floor for what was to be the
greatest dance anyone had seen for a long time. I whispered in her ear that she
danced divinly, and she giggled. I noticed that Buster had turned a pale white
and started to sink into his seat. I whispered to Babs that we should go to
Buster now.
     We stopped dancing and approached him and Fifi. He stammered, "Babs?
Is that really you? I thought you were dead."
     She snapped back, "Well I am here now Blue Boy, and I see you took no time
in replacing me." She pointed directly at Fifi.
     Fifi squirmed in her seat. "It's not what you think Babsie."
     Babs snapped back, yet again, "You said you were in love with her, and
you were going to ask her to marry you."
     Fifi jumped back into reality and said, "Vu were really going to ask me to
marry you? But I thought you loved Babs first."
     I decided this was a good point to jump back in to the conversation.
"Babs, you love Buster. Buster, you love Babs. Hamton loves you Fifi,
HAMTON!!! Get over here!"
     The pig rushed over and stammered, "I do Fifi, I thought we
had something together, but since you want to be with Buster, go ahead."
Fifi rushed to him and hugged him, "I love vu to, Hamton! And I want to be
with you. I am sorry that I have ignored you." They then went to the dance
floor for a slow number.
     Buster had gone to Babs and took her hand, "Babsie I am
sorry, you know you are the only one for me. I want to spend the rest of
my life with you. I love you."
     Babs started to cry, "Do you really mean it Buster?" He kissed her on the
cheek and said, "Of course, did you ever doubt it?" Then they walked out to
the dance floor also, and Slow danced. Leaving me all alone.
      Oh well, at least they are happy now. I sat down to have a glass
of punch and watch the festivites. Fifi walked over to me and asked, "Who
wrote that poem, I asked Hamton, and he said he didn't know."
     I blushed and replied, "Well, I did."
     She gave me a kiss on the cheek and said, "That is the nicest poem anyone
has ever written for me."
      Babs came over next, "Thank you, Jake! One thing I don't understand though.
Why did you help all of us out when you got nothing in return?"
     I smiled and said, "The pleasure of seeing you both happy is payment enough
for me. Now go back and have fun with Buster."
      She gave me a kiss on the cheek and went back and danced with Buster. I
sat back and looked at the dance and thought, I have done a great thing
here. I have brought back together two couples that deeply love each other. The
night ended and tomorrow was another day. But that's another story
altogether for another time....

It could have happened that way.....

Or maybe this way........

     I woke Babs up at 12:00 and told her to start getting ready. I wore a
black tuxedo with my tail sticking out the back. When Babs came out, I almost
passed out. She had a Black strapless gown that made her look like a goddess of
the night. That made me think, Buster is one lucky man.
     I stopped off at Hamton's house on the way. I was making sure he was
going to go to the dance. He was not there. There was a note on the door.
"Jake, thanks for all you have tried to do for me. But I realize that a pig and
a skunk just don't mix, so I shall try to find someone else. I did meet an
interesting lady in Florida and I am going to see her."
     I sighed and left to pick up Babs. We entered the dance and there were
gasps from everyone. Buster and Fifi were discussing something, but Buster
was on one knee. Great timing I thought.
     I looked at Fifi, and sighed, yes she still was very beautiful. I asked Babs
to dance, and we took the dance floor for what was to be the greatest dance
anyone had seen for a long time. I whispered in her ear that she danced divinly,
and she giggled. I noticed that Buster had turned a pale white and started to sink
into his seat. I whispered to Babs that we should go to Buster now.
     We stopped dancing and approached them. Buster squeaked "Babs is that
really you? I thought you were dead."
     She snapped back, "Well I am here now, Blue Boy, and I see you
took no time in replacing me." She pointed directly at Fifi.
     Fifi squirmed in her seat. "It's not what you think, Babsie."
     Babs snapped back, yet again, "You said you were in love with her,
and you were going to ask her to marry you."
     Fifi jumped back into reality and said, "Vu were really going to ask me
to marry you? But I thought you loved Babs first."
     I decided this was a good point to jump back in to the conversation.
     "Now stop all of you!" They all looked at me "Don't you see?" I took
Buster's hand and put it in Babs. "Can't you see the love in each other's
eyes?"
     They looked deeply into each other's eyes for what seemed an eternity,
and I noticed that Fifi and I were third wheels. Fourth even. I whispered in
her ear, "Come on let's get out of here." We went over to the punch bowl
and I asked her, "Punch?"
     She immidiatley shook her head. "Non. I remeber what happened last time
I drank zee punch."
     We sat down by each other. I looked down at the floor. She was alone now,
Hamton had went to Florida to see a girl he had met on Spring Break. She asked
me, "Who wrote zee love poem in my locker? It was not Hamton, he couldn't have
written so beautifully."
     I kept on looking at the floor. I whispered, "I did."
     Then I decided to look at her and face facts. But when I did, she was leaning
in and our noses touched. I looked deeply into her eyes, and I saw the most
beautiful pair of them in the whole world. I took her hand and asked, "Would you
like to dance?" She nodded and I led her on to the dance floor. I thought to
myself, "This could be the beginning of a beautiful relationship."

The End?
(Hopefully)
(I made two endings in case you didn't like the first one. I personally
preferred Jake to get Fifi)
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Epliogue.
        As I reflect on this series, I notice, beginning with the Second
story, "Babs Revelation". I completly removed myself from Mr. Bermann's
ideas. I realized this shortly there after writing it. But I had, how you say,
written myself into a corner. There was no way to go back to a
third-person view. I would have rather done the stories in third. I formally
apologize to Mr. Bermann for breaking away from his fine idea, and I hope to
actually come up with a original thought one of these days.