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No, I don't think you will.

Destination.

Where dreams come true.

In-flight snack preference.

Any baggage?

Just emotional.

I'm sorry, Dad.

OW!

I did it.

Hollywood.

Right. First order of business,

find a place to stay.

Perfect.

Fred, wait, wait, wait! Fred.

Did you know

about this, Sam?

Oh, uh...

You did.

Okay, look.

The rules of this

intervention state

that I am not

supposed to help you, okay?

So you can't tell anyone

what I'm about to do.

No! I'm not going to

take money from you.

Wasn't going to

give you money.

We can call it a loan.

Fred, look,

I got you a job interview

tomorrow at my friend's company.

I'm a little

slammed tomorrow.

I know you're not.

I'm pretty busy.

No.

Look, it's an

entry-level position.

Entry-level?

At a video game company!

Okay. That's kind of cool.

I know.

All right, look, if it means

that much to you, I'll swing by.

No, Fred.

You don't "swing by. " Okay?

You shower, you shave, and you show up.

The three "shs. "

Come on, Fred. You've

got to start your life.

Think of this as a reboot.

Right!

It's time.

Yeah. You know what?

You're right.

In a couple of months,

couple of weeks,

you're gonna see

a whole new Fred.

Yeah. By Easter.

Easter is in two weeks.

By Easter, I'm going to have a new

job, a new place, a new life.

Great!

Okay.

Now if you'll excuse me,

I'm going to go

sleep in my car.

Fred, listen.

My boss is on vacation for a few

weeks and he asked me to house-sit.

Nobody ever asks

me to house-sit.

I know.

It's so weird.

Anyway, he has dogs,

and you know I'm scared of

dogs, so take over for me.

Wait. Your boss lives in

a big mansion, right?

Yes, in Beverly Hills.

And he loves his house

more than he loves his kids.

So you have

to behave. Okay?

Do not touch anything.

Do not break anything.

Do not go upstairs!

Wait, what's upstairs?

Fred.

Okay.

And do not forget

to feed the dogs.

Got it!

Thank you, Sam.

You're welcome.

I put the address

on the paper.

Okay.

But, Fred?

Yeah?

If you screw up,

I'll kill you.

Okay.

Listen to me. This is the Playboy

Mansion. it's not a hotel.

Yeah, right.

But it says here

that ever since 1971,

the Playboy

Mansion has been home

to bunnies

from around the world.

Friend, I can't see you.

Please step forward.

Now, I'm telling you that I am

both a bunny, and incredibly

I don't have time for this.

Hello? Hello?

Maybe this is the rags part

of my rags-to-riches story.

All right, let's see here.

Whoa!

Look at this!

Hello, Fred's new crib.

Maybe this is

a good thing.

All great artists suffer

before they become famous.

That lady wrote

Harry Potter in a ditch.

But it's the hunger,

loneliness

and exhaustion

that gets you really.

How could this

night get any worse?

I see.

Car accident. Thank you!

OW!

Why?

Oh, ow!

It's still alive.

I've got to help him out.

This will do.

Don't you worry,

little friend.

I'm going to end

your suffering.

No!

Who said that?

Well, who do

you think said it?

Your latest victim.

You know what? We can leave the

insurance companies out of this.

I could just, maybe, come live

with you for a couple of months.

No, no, no!

Not real. Not real. Not real.

Excuse me?

You left your car back there,

with the lights on.

I'm just saying!

Say something. Talk again.

I'm E.B. And you are?

I'm Fred.

Well, Fred, I am so hungry.

Have you got anything

in the old snack department?

Okay.

Here you go.

Oh! Oh! That's.. -

What is this?

What? It's Turkey Jerky.

First, you hit me with your car,

and then you try and poison me

with a meat stick.

Why do you hate me?

Okay. Is there something you'd

rather eat, you weird little thing?

Well...

Carrots!

He's a genius.

One carrot. Okay.

Time to hop away out of Fred's

life back to the Enchanted Forest.

You're kicking me out?

Yeah. it's a bad time.

Yeah. Did some jerk

just hit you with his car?

That kind of bad time?

No, I'll tell you what.

It's fine.

Oh, me leg. OW.

I mean,

you can't be expected to help

every innocent

creature you wound.

And I'm sorry if I dented your

bumper with my face and body.

Do you want me to look

for some baby aspirin?

No, no! You save it.

You might run over a baby.

Just pray that sweet messenger

of death visits quickly.

Is that the icy hand now?

Okay, wait!

On the off-chance that you're really

here and I'm not completely crazy,

and I did run you

over and you're hurt...

I guess you can stay.

Thanks, mate. And I could bunk

down anywhere. Seriously.

West wing, master suite,

guest bedroom. I'm not picky.

Right. Okay.

What's this space, then?

This is a place for you

to stay for the night.

I'm not a car.

So why would I need to stay here?

Look, it's not my house.

I'm not even allowed to go

upstairs, and I'm human.

Sorry. What are

the newspapers for?

Because I'm not really a

voracious reader or anything.

You know, you're an animal.

So, we all know animals...

I understand.

I'll just sleep down here,

among my poo and

pee like a pig.

If you like,

you use it as well.

Sorry.

No, don't reproach yourself

for these medieval conditions.

Yeah, whatever.

I'm going to go to bed where,

hopefully, I've been all along.

So, good night.

Oh, okay,

I'll just stay here then.

By myself.

In the dark.

With the door closed.

Seor. Seor

I have news.

Operations are

running at full capacity.

With my supervision, we are

right on target for Easter.

Fine, fine.

But is there any report on my son?

Yes, I have the report.

The sun will be shining,

foggy times are lifting.

Easter will be

clear sailing, seor.

Not the sun.

My son, E.B.!

That son.

Yes. I almost forget.

The rabbit hole was used for an unscheduled

trip earlier this evening, sir!

What? You mean he ran away?

And at the height

of our busiest time.

It's almost unforgivable.

But how could he just take off like this?

It's just not like him.

Please, seor.

Don't be too rash.

It's way too

early to disown him.

But I wasn't going to...

Wait a minute. Are you hopping?

Am I? I didn't notice.

It just comes

so naturally.

Anyway, seor considering your

obvious distraction with this,

wouldn't it be wise to pass the mantle

to, I don't know, somebody else?

Hmm.

Let's see. It would have

to be someone you trust.

Someone who is

comfortable giving orders.

Phil! Keep doing that,

but do it faster!

Faster. Gotcha.

And stop dancing!

No dancing. Yes, sir.

Carlos, you're right.

I'm totally right.

Assemble

the Pink Berets at once!

I'm sorry. What?

We need to find E.B.

The Pink Berets?

But they're only to be used in a

situation of extreme emergency.

This is pretty extreme, Carlos.

The Pink Berets will find E.B.

They have to!

You can't ignore me

forever, Senor Bunny.

Freeze!

Who's there? Is this the same guy?

Don't make me come down there.

to an overturned tractor trailer

at the Burbank entrance.

Weather is

a cool 72 degrees...

Rabbit.

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