Bugs Bunny invited all his Looney Tune friends to a New Years Eve party. Bugs, of course, was chomping on a carrot. Sylvester offered Tweety Bird a sesame cracker and a visit to his mouth. Tweety declined the offer.

“Say Bugs,” shouted Daffy Duck, “Where’s the chocolate, marble cake?”

“Sorry Daffy. You arrived at the party a little late. We already ate all the cake. Have some carrot cake instead.”

“All right buster. I’ll eat it but I won’t enjoy it. Say Yosemite, can you hand me a fork?”

“What do I look like varmint, a waiter? I’m here to steal some treasure. Where’s the gold Bugs?”

“We don’t have any gold Sam. But would you like some carrots?”

“What are you talkin’ about? Elmer Fudd said that you had eighteen carat gold. Now hand over the gold.”

“Look Doc. I have eighteen carrots. Actually, I have three hundred carrots. But they’re not gold, they’re orange.”

“Wait until I get my hands on Elmer. I’ll plug him so full of holes that he’ll look like Swiss cheese.”

“I say, I say, where’s the orchestra. Let’s get this joint jumpin’.”

“We had to skip the orchestra, Fog Horn. They wanted overtime. Things are a little tight this year. Why don’t you blow on this kazoo instead?”

“I’ll do it but keep an eye on a little fella’ who claims to be a chicken hawk. I don’t want to be the main course for this party.”

“All right everybody. Gather round. It’s almost twelve o’clock. Listen to your Granny.”

“Yeah, listen to Granny.”

“Thank you Tweety. Now it’s ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one, HAPPY NEW YEAR.”

“Dbee, Dbee, Dbee, Happy New Years Bugs.”

“Thanks Porky and a Happy New Years to everybody.”

“Sufferin’ Succotash, where did that Tweety Bird go?”

“I’m over by Granny, Sylvester. Have some Granny pudding, it’s delicious.”

“I don’t mind if I do. See you later Tweety. I’ve got to mingle.”

“This is the best New Years party ever Bugs. My compliments to the host?”

“Why thank you Wild E Coyote.”

“Well I’ve got to run. I understand that Road Runner is party hopping. Perhaps he’ll have too much food and drink this year and slow down for a change.”

“Good luck, Doc. Everyone, a toast to 2009. Hope everybody has a loony New Year.”

“Dbee, Dbee, Dbee, That’s All Folks.”

“Now wait just a cotton pickin’ minute. This party is just getting started. I may not be able to steal me a treasure, but I’m sure gonna have a rootin’ tootin’ good time. Now I’d like for you readers out there to scram. Go to your own party. Hey Bugs, where’s the cheese dip? I’ve got an appetite that just won’t quit. I said Vamoose.”