Basket Bouncin' Alongside PC2 A.K.A. Peter Cottontail, Jr.

Lela Lovebug: What a gorgeous Good Friday to play with my new pal Peter Cottontail, Jr., heir to the Easter Bunny conglomerate.

Peter Cottontail Jr: Nix the Jr. Holla at PC2. I like to keep it different than my Pops, ya know?

Lovebug: I hear you, rabbit. So what’s this new hip sport you’ve invented?

PC2: Basket Bouncin', a mix of trampoline fun with a cushy cushion of plastic grass packed ta take the punch. *PC2 gauges Lela’s weight* Hey, we might need more grass up in here.

Lovebug: I’m deceptively light. *Lela flutters her wings* I’ve got these to break my fall. So let’s see you up and at `em.

PC2: *PC2 hops into the basket, bounces a second, then nails a perfect back layout*

Lovebug: Now let's not be a show off.

PC2: Gotta be good at somethin' ta get some hype for myself. Pops’ star outshines me a zillion to one.

Lovebug: So you’re saying you get left out in the cold? What’s it like being the understudy, rearing to take over the family business?

PC2: I dished out some great new ideas ta, ya know, reinvent Easter, but Pops blew `em down `cause he’s a Traditionalist. Or as I say, “Stuck in his own ways.” *PC2 leaps from one side of the basket, over the handle to the opposite side*

Lovebug: Would you say you’re a risk taker?

PC2: Nah, I play it cool. *PC2 pats the synthetic grass with his hind paw* Come on in, the beddings fine.

Lovebug: *Lela crawls in over the basket's side and steadily gains her feet* Have you tried the back door to get your ideas into production? Surely you have enough capital to start out small.

PC2: Pops has spies. He calls `em foremen, but I know the score. Not ta mention my ma who always has her apron strings in a tizzy. She wants me at her beck and call, as if shadowing Pops isn’t job enough. But she keeps me grounded. *PC2 bounds upwards and does a tuck to miss Lela’s nose*

Lovebug: Is this interview a way to shine some light on your plight?

PC2: *PC2 taps a paw to his chest* I saw that enlightening chat you had with Ms. Green and thought it couldn’t hurt. Plus, I wanted ta score a hook up…business ya know.

Lovebug: I’m afraid her dates with M. Dark Chocolat have multiplied to half a dozen.

PC2: Shot down again! *PC2 slows his bounce and springs backwards with a death-defying jolt to sit at Lela’s side* Someday I’ll come into my own. Pops can’t live forever.

Lovebug: You’re not talking about…you know?

PC2: If I offed him, he’d come back from the dead ta haunt me. Besides as long as he’s here, and won’t let me do my thang, I got time galore ta do what I wanta do…see what I wanta see…be what I wanna be.

Lovebug: A rabbit rapper?

PC2: Nah, an extreme sports superstar! *PC2 caresses the face on his jersey* Though I’d have ta trade in Ms. Green for XXX. That’s how good I am.

Lovebug: Will you be using those extreme skills to deliver Easter eggs along with your Pops this season? I imagine that would show him your work ethic.

PC2: Ya know it! I’m the quickest, he’ll see and this go round he won’t catch me.

Lovebug: Does that mean you have something up your sleeve to bring your father over to your colorful side?

PC2: Gotta stay mums on that. Hush, hush covert plans and all, but yeah, I think this year he’ll getta taste of what I can do. So what kinda gal are you? Chocolate, cream- filled, hard-boiled?

Lovebug: Don’t let my buggy exterior fool you, I’m ooey-gooey on the inside.

PC2: Caramel all the way. Good choice. I’m sure you’ll love what I drop off at your doorstep. *PC2 leans to the side to pull out a hopping Chocolate Cherry then clicks it closed with a sigh* Sorry gal, I gotta go. Duty, as in my Pops, calls. *With a single bound he leaps from the basket and raises a paw in parting* See ya on the flip side!