"Pssst! Come over here!" called the Bunny in the window. I've got a basket of eggs! Even better, I've got baskets full of eggs--I hate to keep them all in one basket."
"I guess I'll just go back to Spike and beg him for his hoard of candy." The prospect of returning, defeated, was not a happy one, but what else could Kirby do?
"Aw, forget it, Spike was right," he thought. "People want candy. I can't jump in for the real Easter Bunny and change everything all in one night. I'm going to look ridiculous."
'Kirby rehearsed his lines inside his furry little head for the hundredth time: The Easter Bunny was feeling ill from too much candy, and asked me to bring fresh delicious vegetables to everybody!
'In the early hours of the morning, Kirby came up to a house where the family was clearly waiting for the Easter Bunny, and had placed an invitation in the window. This would be his test.'
"Well, I ain't gonna be your low-down dog no more," Kirby said, feeling blue. "And I'm sorry it has to be this way, but you certainly gonna miss me when I'm gone away." He paused for a reply. There was none.
"Um, OK, if you must," said Kirby. "But who exactly is this everybody? You lamented that you had no friends, whacked the bunnies who might have been helpful, and lied to my face. Who is going to listen to you?"
"Me apologize to you?" Spike scoffed. "Never! Never in a million billion quotillion years! Plus, I'm going to tell everyone that you are not an innocent puppy--you are a scheming, double-crossing publicity hound!"
' "Maybe some time by myself will make me really, really mad, and I'll sit and stew and feel sorry for myself and wonder why you were so mean to me!" called Spike.