Fresh Hare

[laughs] At last, the long arm of the law is reaching out and closing in on you, you screwy wabbit.

Tracked by his own tracks [laughs]

Come on out, you wabbit. Come on now. You under arrest.

Ohhh! My keys. Where are my keys? My keys. My keys. My keys.

I just put them away. Come on. Hurry up. Give me the keys. Ohhh!

Eh, what's up, doc?

Get me the keys. Quick. Get me out of this predicament.

Hurry up. Unlock these cuffs.

Alright, doc. Keep your shirt on. Take it easy.

Gee, he's an excitable type.

Now let's see now, the, the garage, the car, for the front door, [whistles] the back door.

Ah, here it is!

Oh well.

Oh no you don't. You're under arrest.

On what charge? You got nothing on me.

Oh no? Well listen to this. Resisting an officer, assault and battery,

trespassing, disturbing the peace, miscellaneous misdemeanors, public nuisance,

traffic violations, going through a boulevard stop, jaywalking, triple parking,

conduct unbecoming to a rabbit ...

Ooh, nice looking chapeau.

... violating traffic regulations.

Attention!!

Why look at you. You call yourself a Mountie. You're a disgrace to the regiment!

I'm going to drop you out of the service!

Merry Christmas, Santy.

So you call yourself a Mountie! [laughs]

You can't catch me. Why you couldn't even catch a cold.

You know what I'm going to do to you?

I'm going to punch you right square in the nose.

[Bugs whistles]

Last one in's a rotten egg!

Come on out of there or I'll fill you full of lead.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click.

No more bullets.

[cries] I'm a disgrace to the regiment.

Come on, buck up. Don't cry.

I'll give myself up. Here, take me in.

You really mean it? It's not another trick?

No! Go ahead, snap 'em on.

Okay doc, let's go.

Ready Mr. Wabbit?

Yeah go ahead, doc. I'm ready.

Before you die, you can make one last wish.

Yeah? Well ah, let's see now, I wish, I wish,

♪ I wish I was in Dixie. Hooray! Hooray! ♪

♪ Oh, Camptown ladies sing this song, Doo-dah! Doo dah! ♪

♪ The Captown race track five mile long Doo-dah! Doo dah! ♪

Fantastic, isn't it?

♪ Gwine to run all night! ♪

♪ Gwine to run all day! ♪

♪ I'll bet my money on a bob-tail nag. ♪

♪ Somebody bet on the bay! ♪