Bugs: (to crocodile who has disguised himself as suitcase) Eh... what's up, croc? Who ya hidin' from?

Crocodile: The Tasmanian Devil is on the loose. Run! Run! Run for your life! Ru-un!

Bugs: (reading) "Beware of the Tasmanian Devil, a vicious ravenous brute with powerful jaws like a steel trap. Eats Aardvarks, Ants, Bears, Boars, Cats, Bats, Dogs, Hogs, Elephants, Antelopes, Pheasants, Ferrets, Giraffes, Ja-zelles—" Heh! A likely story! But there ain't no such animal. "Stoats, Goats, Shoats, Ostriches..."

Tasmanian Devil: (unintelligible)

Bugs: (reading) "Octopusses-es, Penguins, People, Warthogs, Yaks, Newts, Walrus, Gnus, Wildebeest-es—" What? No Rabbits?

Tasmanian Devil: Especially rabbits!

Bugs: Geez, what a grouch.

Bugs: Tag! You're it, Baggy Eyes.

Bugs: One-a wild a-toorkey soorprise, comin' up. (Singing) ♫At'sa mattah, at'sa mattah, hey! At'sa mattah for you? You eat-a my raviola and my pastafazoola too. I'm-a give-a you cacciatore and a pizza that's good to chew. At'sa mattah, you no like-a me? Hey! At'sa matter for you?♫ Now eat a-up, while it's-a still a-sizzle-a.

Tasmanian Devil: (Noisily gobbles it up. Pats stomach.) Mmmmmm... (Dynamite explodes inside stomach) Pardon.

Bugs: Dat's all right. You good kid.