"Oh d-dear. W-what should I do?" Porky stammered, frantically pacing across the wooden floor of Bugs' house. Bugs sighed and rolled his eyes; Porky was blowing the situation out of proportion again. Porky had received a large catering order for a party at some place or other in town. The problem was, said party had been cancelled due to a sudden change in the weather, which happened only after Porky had prepared all of his baked goods. The food he made was fresh, and were only in the best condition during the first few days of their creation. "Porky, just get someone else to buy 'em, and your problem's solved."
"B-b-but who would want to buy so much food on such short notice?"
Just then Lola walked in causing Bugs to sigh in relief. Lola could be easily swayed, so he should have no problem convincing her to buy Porky's goods. He did feel slightly guilty for the way he was using her, however she was rich, and Porky could easily get annoying, so he didn't dwell upon the feeling for too long.
"Ooh something smells nice!"
"Oh, Lola," Bugs said, "Porky made a truck-load of food, but no-one's buying it. Perhaps you might be interested...?"
Lola tilted her head slightly, and pondered the suggestion for a moment before saying...
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