Buns in the Oven

Buns in the Oven


"That is not true, you are a liar!" Hatchworth could be heard yelling from the kitchen, "Just taste mine, it is better!"

Rabbit stops by the doorway and peers in. Hatchworth was arguing with the toaster oven  and was trying to shove a freshly pressed panini in it.

Tick tick tick.

"U-Uh, Hatchy? Whatcha doin'?" Rabbit takes a few steps into the kitchen and looks over his shoulder at the offending appliance, his eyes going wide for a moment. "Hey th-there, pretty lady." He gives her a wink.

"No, Rabbit, you can not. We are in the middle of a disagreement." Hatchworth steps between Rabbit and the oven, blocking his view of her.

"Well, uh, I could h-help." Rabbit comments offhandedly, trying to move Hatchworth over.

He stands strong, "Would you be fair?"

"Sure, B-buddy."

"Cross your boiler, hope to permanently-shut-down?"

Rabbit eyes him suspiciously, "Okay."

Tick tick tick.

"Then you will have to judge who is better." Hatchworth shoves the hot sandwich into Rabbit's hands, cheese oozing from the sides and dripping to the floor.

"Gla-Glad to!" Rabbit takes a huge bite and chews thoughtfully. He swallows and takes another bite, slower this time.

"Here, now judge this one." Hatchworth shoves another sandwich at Rabbit. He quickly swallows down the rest of the first one, and takes a bite from the new one.

Finishing the panini Rabbit turns to Hatchworth, "I don't know B-Buddy, that one was p-pretty good." His mustache droops, "But, I'd have ta go with the first one!" Rabbit says, patting him on the shoulder.

Tick tick tick.

"Oh! Thank you... Rabbit." Hatchworth eyes him suspiciously and walks out of the kitchen, satisfied for now.

Taking the opportunity of being alone, Rabbit slides up to the oven and hops onto the counter top, "I just said that 'cause hes my lil' brother, you make very delicious sandwiches." He said, wiggling his eyebrows at her.

Hatchworth stalks back into the kitchen, hand on his hips, bright optic'd and bushy mustached, "Rabbit, you crossed your boiler and hoped to be permanently-shut-down!"

"H-Hatchy, I-"

Ding.

The toaster oven's door swings open and the tray pops out, the smell of freshly baked goods wafting through the air. Rabbit's jaw nearly unhinges and Hatchworth points an accusing finger.

"There were buns in that oven!" He gasped.

Rabbit jumps off the counter and puts his hand in the air, "Th-They're n-not mine, I-I swear!"