Rabbit Boy

Deep under the streets of San Francisco’s famous Chinatown, within a secret hideaway known only as “The Burrow”, Robert Warren A.K.A that long eared and large footed crime-fighting super-hero Rabbit Boy was enjoying one of his nutritious “Power Carrots”; vegetables fortified with the super-strength giving Vitamin X, when suddenly, his highly sensitive electronic Rabbit ears pricked up and he heard a police radio transmission.

“Calling all police officers in the Montgomery street area. The masked super-villain known as the Fox is trying to rob the Bank of America”, it said.

“If I know that wily Fox; those police are going to need a little help capturing him”, said Rabbit Boy, tossing his half-eaten  carrot into a bin and leaping into action, opening and jumping through one of his brightly glowing “Rabbit Holes” or inter-dimensional portals in space and time that could take him anywhere in the world in the blink of an eye.

Then, suddenly, he was leaping out into the foyer of the Bank of America building and was face to face with his evil but elegant arch-nemesis The Fox; as usual, dressed in a red tweed jacket, beige jodhpurs and black riding boots, a gold-rimmed monocle glimmering in the left eye of his red furred fox head mask .

“Ahh, Rabbit Boy”, said the bushy-tailed villain, grinning wickedly, “I expected you to show up. In fact, I was counting on it because your  inter-dimensional  “Rabbit Hole” is just the thing I need to make the perfect getaway”.

“I’ll never help you commit a crime, Fox”, said Rabbit Boy using his spring-loaded Rabbit boots to make an extraordinary Rabbit leap towards his Fox-tailed foe before knocking him to the ground with one of his fantastic, flying Rabbit kicks.

The Fox picked himself up, using his cybernetically controlled bushy, red tail to dust himself off.

“I don’t want to fight you, Rabbit Boy”, he said, “And I don’t have to. If you don’t hand over your “Rabbit Hole” device to me I shall just have to kill all my hostages”.

Rabbit Boy looked round about the foyer but he couldn’t see any hostages; no one but him and the Fox.

“Not in here”, said the Fox, sensing his confusion, “The hostages are the policemen and women who are, at this very moment, surrounding the bank. You see I have placed my ingenious and highly explosive bombs all around the building; in mail boxes and fire hydrants and right under their feet and I will detonate those bombs without a seconds thought unless you give me your portal making device this instant and do not think of trying any funny stuff like setting the other end of the portal to come out in the state penitentiary because my remote detonator can set off those bombs from anywhere in the world and if I don’t exit your Rabbit hole into some nice, safe cosy place, I’ll push the button right away”.

Rabbit Boy started to loosen the “Rabbit Hole” generator that he always wore around his waist like a belt.

“You win, Fox”, he said as he handed it to him, “The hole is set to open up in my Rabbit burrow”.

The vile, bushy tailed villain reached out and grabbed hold of the generator eagerly, strapping it round his own waist and then, pushing its activation button, he made another inter-dimensional Rabbit hole open up in front of them.

“No one can outFox the Fox, Rabbit Boy”, he said, smirking and picking up his two large cases of stolen money before stepping into the glowing mouth of the portal.

But then, the moment he had stepped through the hole, Rabbit Boy rushed forward and grabbed hold of his bushy tail and, dragging him half way back through the portal, yelled,

“The hole will close in 30 seconds. Throw back the detonator and the money or your body will be cut in two; half will be left here and half will be on the other side”.

The Fox struggled desperately to pull his tail free but Rabbit Boy gripped it tightly and held on with all the super-strength given to him by a regular diet of power carrots.

“Dahh!”, said the Fox, exasperatedly, hurling the detonator and then the two cases of money back towards him.

Rabbit Boy released his grip and the Fox lunged forwards into the light just as the Rabbit hole closed completely behind him shearing off the tip of his bushy tail.

“Drat that infernal Rabbit Boy”, though the Fox as the portal on the other end opened up in front of him, “Still, at least I managed to escape and now I have his “Rabbit Hole” device”.

But then, all of a sudden, a large spring-loaded Rabbit boot struck the Fox squarely in the pointed nose of his Fox mask and then a pair of grey gloves seized hold of him and yanked him forwards out of the Rabbit hole.

“W-what?”, asked a dazed and bewildered Fox, looking round about him and seeing the foyer of the bank  and a grinning Rabbit Boy standing in front of him.

“I lied about where the Rabbit hole would exit”, he explained, “I set it to open up only a few centimetres from where it closed”.

Then the Fox felt another powerful Rabbit kick to his face; this time, a knockout blow.

Snapping a pair of handcuffs round the unconscious Fox’s wrists and removing the Rabbit hole device from around his waist, Rabbit Boy chuckled,

“I think when he wakes up he’s going to find himself in a HOLE lot of trouble”, he said.