This is dedicated to one of my best friends, because she rawks and she's one of my best friends and um...cause she rawks. Out loud. The end. Enjoy the story.

Georgie & Chance

About three days ago in a valley not so far away on a completely different planet about three universes north of the Milky Way, there lived two very special friends. One was Georgie BunBuns and the other was Chance McFlagerdy.

Georgie was a rabbit, but not just any rabbit, she was a zombie rabbit with an eye patch and a pet worm named Rex who lived where her spleen used to be. Her ears were short, having been eaten away by maggots while she was dead, and her heart was missing, having been sold on the Black Bunny Market for 57 dollars.

Chance was a leprechaun who loved gold, loved to gamble, and loved to smoke his bubble pipe. He was obsessed with green, extremely fond of his red hair and long beard and was proud of his beer belly.

Georgie and Chance were best friends because…well, because Chance was there when Georgie arose from the dead and wouldn’t leave her alone about it. She now lived with him and tolerated his overly optimistic ways... all because he fed her carrots.

Now that we know the two of them, let’s move on to what happened three days ago. Three days ago, they were sent out on a journey… a journey for Chance’s missing hat. Rumor had it that a tribe of carrots from several towns over in a blue forest stole it. Why? Perhaps we will find out.

--Flashback time, kiddies!--

Chance placed the gray top hat upon his head and grumbled, “Stupid thieves…”

“Where are we going again?” Georgie asked, biting into a carrot fresh from the fridge.

“We’re goin’ ta Goldfinger down the ways and inta Azoo-ray forest,” Chance replied straightening his hat grumbling, “I miss my hat…”

“It’s Azure Forest,” She corrected, “And if you’d have bought a spare green hat like I told you this wouldn’t be a problem.”

“Silence, woman, and let us be heading out,” Chance said with his thick Irish accent.

Georgie nibbled on her carrot as she hopped after Chance out the door and closed it behind her. She waved to the collection of ducks and squirrels outside their home who were gathered around a tree stump with an array of papers spread out before them.

“How’s the take over, boys?” Georgie asked.

One of the squirrels sat up and waved back, “Tis fine, Georgie, we’re havin’ a little treaty put together for Canada and the ducks.”

Georgie gave them a thumb’s up, “Keep up the good work, boys,” And continued after Chance, as he followed the path through the forest and onwards into town.

“How long is this going to take?”

“I don’t know.”

“I better not miss any of my shows.”

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It was two hours later that Chance stood in the middle of the road and held up a large map, “Now…we take a left…there and…a right…here…” He trailed off and mumbled to himself as Georgie munched on a carrot and looked around.

“Where are we going?”

“Azure Forest, told ya that before.”

“Uh-huh,” Georgie stood in front of a large wooden sign, “This it?”

“Huh?” Chance looked up from his map and stared at the even bigger wooden sign that clearly said Azure Forest, Population: carrots, in red ink. He chuckled and scratched the back of his head, “Well, I suppose we’re here. Though the carrots lived more obscurely though…”

“Don’t matter to me,” Georgie said, “I’m hungry. Let’s go.”

They trekked into the forest and looked around as the forest became a bit denser and a little darker, the trees seemed to loom over them and become a tad menacing in their stature. Chance was taken aback by the change, but Georgie was not affected.

She glared at the trees ahead, “Alright, knock it off, ya bunch of show offs!”

The trees shrunk back and seemed to act like kicked puppies as they returned to a less threatening posture and resumed their normal “tree look”.

Chance blinked, “You’re good.”

“Hmph, the zombie was not amused,” And she continued on, leaving Chance to stand there for a moment before jogging a bit to catch up with her.

It wasn’t long before Chance and Georgie came upon Chance’s top hat lying in the middle of the path in a circle of rope that trailed off into the bushes. Chance seemed to not notice the rope as he shouted in joy and ran towards it, grabbing his hat and skidding to a stop just in time to be caught by the ankle and hung from a tree branch.

Georgie hopped up to where Chance hung and looked up at him, “That was just sad, you realize.”

Chance said nothing and harrumphed, clutching his hat to his chest after a moment and grinning like an idiot, “T’was well worth it!”

“Mmhm,” Georgie murmured.

“So, are ye gonna let me down?”

“Not yet,” She hopped into the bushes and followed her nose towards where the carrot tribe was located, “I’ll be back whenever.”

“Hey! Hey! Don’t leave me here!” Chance yelled, “Georgie? Georgie!”

Georgie disappeared into the depths of the forest and Chance simply hung where he was, clutching his hat to his chest and wishing he had his pipe with him. As he waited for Georgie to return he heard many screams coming from the direction she had left in. He shuddered from a few and wondered just what in seven hells Georgie was doing. There was one particularly loud expression of agony and Chance changed his mind. He did not want to know what that zombie rabbit was doing.

It was an hour later that Georgie returned to find Chance still hanging from the tree branch. She shook her head a sighed before tugging on the string once, causing Chance to fall with a heavy thud on the dirt road.

“It’s about time,” He said, dusting himself off and standing to place his green top hat on his head, his gray one having fallen off when he got caught in the rope.

Georgie shook her head, “Don’t push me, I’ve just decimated an entire tribe of talking, walking carrots. I don’t mind taking off one of your fingers.”

Chance was decidedly quiet after that.

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Georgie sighed happily as they caught sight of their house, “Home Sweet Home.”

“I think that’s the first time I’ve heard you call it that.”

“It’s only because it has a TV and fresh pre-killed carrots, don’t get your hopes up,” Georgie replied, finally arriving at the door and opening it.

“Oh…I figured as much, actually.”

Georgie hopped into the living room as he disappeared into a back room to dust off his hat and replace it with its normal shiny sheen. She sat upon the couch and grabbed the remote off the armrest, sighing again as she sunk into the cushions.

“Now to catch my shows…” She murmured as she turned on the TV and watched the picture appear on the screen.

“Tune in next time for-“ Georgie’s one beady eye grew wide as she realized she’d just missed the last of her shows. She calmly stood from the chair and hopped into the back room of the house, “Hey, Chance?”

“Yes, Georgie?”

“Would you like to know what I did to that carrot tribe?”

“No…not really.”

“Too bad.”

Chances screams of terror echoed throughout the valley that night. And Georgie simply laughed maniacally.

The End.