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Right!

It's time.

Yeah. You know what?

You're right.

In a couple of months,

couple of weeks,

you're gonna see

a whole new Fred.

Yeah. By Easter.

Easter is in two weeks.

By Easter, I'm going to have a new

job, a new place, a new life.

Great!

Okay.

Now if you'll excuse me,

I'm going to go

sleep in my car.

Fred, listen.

My boss is on vacation for a few

weeks and he asked me to house-sit.

Nobody ever asks

me to house-sit.

I know.

It's so weird.

Anyway, he has dogs,

and you know I'm scared of

dogs, so take over for me.

Wait. Your boss lives in

a big mansion, right?

Yes, in Beverly Hills.

And he loves his house

more than he loves his kids.

So you have

to behave. Okay?

Do not touch anything.

Do not break anything.

Do not go upstairs!

Wait, what's upstairs?

Fred.

Okay.

And do not forget

to feed the dogs.

Got it!

Thank you, Sam.

You're welcome.

I put the address

on the paper.

Okay.

But, Fred?

Yeah?

If you screw up,

I'll kill you.

Okay.

Listen to me. This is the Playboy

Mansion. it's not a hotel.

Yeah, right.

But it says here

that ever since 1971,

the Playboy

Mansion has been home

to bunnies

from around the world.

Friend, I can't see you.

Please step forward.

Now, I'm telling you that I am

both a bunny, and incredibly

I don't have time for this.

Hello? Hello?

Maybe this is the rags part

of my rags-to-riches story.

All right, let's see here.

Whoa!

Look at this!

Hello, Fred's new crib.

Maybe this is

a good thing.

All great artists suffer

before they become famous.

That lady wrote

Harry Potter in a ditch.

But it's the hunger,

loneliness

and exhaustion

that gets you really.

How could this

night get any worse?

I see.

Car accident. Thank you!

OW!

Why?

Oh, ow!

It's still alive.

I've got to help him out.

This will do.

Don't you worry,

little friend.

I'm going to end

your suffering.

No!

Who said that?

Well, who do

you think said it?

Your latest victim.

You know what? We can leave the

insurance companies out of this.

I could just, maybe, come live

with you for a couple of months.

No, no, no!

Not real. Not real. Not real.

Excuse me?

You left your car back there,

with the lights on.

I'm just saying!

Say something. Talk again.

I'm E.B. And you are?

I'm Fred.

Well, Fred, I am so hungry.

Have you got anything

in the old snack department?

Okay.

Here you go.

Oh! Oh! That's.. -

What is this?

What? It's Turkey Jerky.

First, you hit me with your car,

and then you try and poison me

with a meat stick.

Why do you hate me?

Okay. Is there something you'd

rather eat, you weird little thing?

Well...

Carrots!

He's a genius.

One carrot. Okay.

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