The Wabbit meets an old Friend

The Wabbit was undercover and was waiting for someone he knew. He had just discounted the old lady and the boy when he noticed a very familiar cat. It was Antiquicat from Largo di Torre Argentina! He was just about to greet him, when he remembered that he must not be seen to recognise his contact. "Oh hello micio cat," he said in a most friendly voice. "Oh what a good cat, what a pretty cat!" and he tickled him under his chin. "Don't overdo it, Commander Wabbit," whispered Antiquicat. "Sorry," said the Wabbit and thought for a second. "What was that you said about Commander Wabbit?" "Your commission came through after Peacock Island," said Antiquicat, "and you're not to order people around." The Wabbit had just been thinking of several scenarios where he did just that. "Of course not," whispered the Wabbit. "How vulgar." Antiquicat meaowed and rubbed himself up and down against the Wabbit in the interests of security. "Here are your papers Commander Wabbit. Also I have news. You have been followed by the sinister Agents Of Rabit. They put a tail on you." "I already have a tail," said the Wabbit flippantly and immediately regretted it. "Don't underestimate the Agents of Rabit," said Antiquicat. "They never give up." "Probably I can shake the tail," said the Wabbit and shook his own, just for fun. "Shortly you will have to return to Torino," said Antiquicat. "I'll take Turbina," said the Wabbit. "Lapinette will take her. You will take the Big Red Train," said Antiquicat. "Good grief," thought the Wabbit.

The Wabbit goes Undercover

The Wabbit was acting in an undercover capacity so he had to wait. "Wabbit's the name, undercover's the game," he thought to himself and stamped the ground with his back paws. It was early morning in Rome. The weather was a trifle chilly and his trade more than a little slow. Nevertheless, the Wabbit had sold twelve postcards and stamps, two Roman centurion suits, a scale model of a helichopper and a football scarf bearing the slogan "Mo' Te Gonfio". The Wabbit did not know what the latter meant and hadn't asked. The Ciao Special Edition had nearly sold out and the Wabbit absolutely refused to sell the last one, despite several requests. "More in tomorrow. Come back tomorrow, I'll keep one for you," he would say to customers, cheerfully. The Wabbit wondered who exactly he was waiting for. It was someone importantly important and that someone had something for him. He had been told that he would recognise that person, but he was not to let anyone else know that he knew them. "They're not getting the last copy of Ciao Special Edition," he thought. "I'm buying it and I'm going to keep it in the car." The Wabbit took his emergency coin and rang up a sale in the till. Then he put his paws in his fur and hailed passers by in a loud voice. "Latest, latest, read all about it! Shameful scandal denounced by Espresso Magazine. Una legge-vergogna che salverebbe corruttori, truffatori e prestanome di mafiosi!" People were already turning round and he prayed that not one of them would ask for his last Ciao.

Turbina Flies In (with the Wabbit)

The Wabbit had pointed out to Turbina that Mach One was too fast even for the Autobahn. "The noise startles the wabbits," he said, although he did not know for certain if there were any wabbits around. Turbina had simply said , "OK" and taken off. Before the Wabbit knew where he was, he was looking down at the Alps. "I didn't know you could do that Turbina," said the Wabbit. "Jet Car" said Turbina. "Fair enough," said the Wabbit, who was enjoying the flight. "Let me know when we're in Rome." Turbina immediately said "We're here," and there was a strange drone from her engine as she throttled back. The Wabbit noticed the signs at the side of the road and asked, "Do you see what I see?" "I do," said Turbina. "It looks as if Lovely Lapinette is advertising something called Ciao. Could it be a new perfume, Turbina?" Turbina released a valve and a delicious perfume filled the car. "Turbina, you knew all about this didn't you?" said the Wabbit. "Surprise," said Turbina. The Wabbit strained to see the billboards and wondered. "I wonder what will be waiting for us now?" said the Wabbit, "more things for my list? Another mission?" "Oil, fuel, tyres," said Turbina. "Being in 1962 made me very hungry," said the Wabbit and his stomach grumbled. Immediately, the glove compartment dropped open and inside was a salad sandwich, neatly wrapped by Lapinette. And on it there was a label that said simply Ciao.

The Wabbit who came in from the Cold

Turbina had told the Wabbit not to touch a certain switch, but the Wabbit couldn't help poking it. Turbina lurched violently and they both gave a mighty cry as they spiralled through a time vortex and came to halt with a shudder. "Told you so," said Turbina. "Might as well get out and hop around since we're here," said the Wabbit pragmatically. And so he did. He could see his breath make little puffs in the cold air as he hopped and looked. But as he turned to go back, his fur froze. A border guard was leaning in Turbina's window. The Wabbit was aghast and watched helplessly. He heard Turbina bark several short, sharp commands and to his horror the guard took his rifle from his shoulder. Then, to the Wabbit's surprise, the guard took three steps back from Turbina, presented arms, crashed his right boot down with a military thump and stood stiffly to attention. The Wabbit felt relieved. Then Turbina squirted the guard straight in the eye with her windscreen washer. "Good grief," thought the Wabbit and winced. But the guard saluted Turbina and wheeled around. Then, with a ceremonial goose step, he marched slowly back to his station, his every footfall echoing round the gloomy girders of the iron bridge. The Wabbit hopped back, leaned in Turbina's window and said, "How?" "Outranked," said Turbina. "What rank are you?" asked the Wabbit. "Higher than you," said Turbina. "I don't have a rank," said the Wabbit. "Poor thing," said Turbina. The Wabbit's sides were shaking with mirth but he slid into the driver's seat and settled down. "OK Turbina. Now where's that time switch thingy?" "I'll do it," said Turbina.

The Wabbit and Turbina prepare to Leave

The Wabbit took a last long look at the newly named Free Peacock and Wabbit Island and turned to Turbina. "Did we get what we came for?" "More," said Turbina. The Wabbit agreed, because according to the briefing papers they were only on a preliminary venture. "Lets go," said Turbina. "Ah Turbina. Back to the city with all that traffic and noise and people thronging around," said the Wabbit. "Rome," said Turbina. Suddenly the Wabbit became aware that the peacock had returned and was looking at Turbina's shiny chrome bits. "What may we do for you, good peacock," asked the Wabbit cautiously. "I wonder if you could give me a lift to the Volkspark. We shall take in the Glienicker Brücke," said the peacock. "That was the Bridge of Spies," mused the Wabbit. "How time flies, Herr Pfau." The Wabbit pushed his paws deep in his fur and leaned against Turbina and thought deeply. "Yes, from the old time of the Big Cold. There was an old black and white film I recall." The Wabbit tried hard to remember. "With Harry Potter," he said finally. "Harry Palmer," said the peacock.

The Wabbit negotiates for Wabbit Island

The Wabbit found his way to the King's Castle and watched as the peacock arrrived. The peacock walked straight to Turbina the Jet Car, looked at his reflection, then walked around her three times and back. So the Wabbit decided to begin. "We, the wabbits, were treated badly here and we therefore ask for an apology." "It's hardly our doing," said the peacock. "We were brought here - in some discomfort I might add. We had no control over the King. You must speak with him and he is a long time dead." "So I gather," said the Wabbit. "You will have no problem then with renaming the island, Wabbit Island." The Peacock continued to gaze at his reflection and to the Wabbit's surprise, Turbina's door opened and the peacock got in. The Wabbit heard murmuring and music and then he saw Turbina's other door open and the peacock get out. "I suggest Peacock Island formerly known as Wabbit Island," said the peacock. The Wabbit didn't want to agree too quickly. "Wabbit Island which used to be mainly wabbits", he countered, "and is now mainly peacocks." That's a bit ungainly," said the peacock. "It is," said the Wabbit, "so I suggest "Free Peacock and Wabbit Island." "Satisfactory," said the peacock, "on condition that there is a yearly name-review conference with a Gala Dinner." The Wabbit could see no problem. "There is one more thing," said the peacock and looked at Turbina. Her door opened. Then a CD flew out and landed on the grass. "Albert Mangelsdorff Quartet: Diggin," said the peacock. "Good choice," said the Wabbit.

The Wabbit begins Diplomatic Discussions

The Wabbit arrived at the agreed spot as instructed. It had not been hard to find and the journey had been pleasant enough. There, he waited by the little house. He had been told to be patient, so when some time had elapsed without incident, he thought nothing of it. Then a rustling of feathers alerted him to the presence of what could only be a peacock. Could this be the Spokes-peacock of whom he had been apprised? The peacock walked in his direction and the Wabbit was just about to raise a paw in greeting when it walked straight past him as if he wasn't there. Then the peacock stood and stared at his reflection in the window of the house. He stared and he stared and for all the time that he stared, the Wabbit waited patiently. Suddenly the peacock spoke. "You are the Wabbit and I am the Peacock." The Wabbit knew that already but he merely nodded as gravely as he could. The peacock turned and walked past the Wabbit again and continued around the house for some while. The Wabbit stood very still as advised. Then he took from his bag a packet of grains, small seeds and some flower petals and placed them carefully on the ground. Suddenly the peacock was back and had eaten nearly everything the Wabbit had brought. The Wabbit took his opportunity. "I come to speak of the Island formerly known as Wabbit Island." "Before my time," said the peacock. The Wabbit nodded. "It was before my time too." The peacock finished the food. "Then we agree on something. Let us go to the King's Castle and discuss the matter over more seeds." he said. "Meet you there," said the Wabbit who had no intention of following the peacock anywhere.

The Wabbit and the Question of Peacock Island

The Wabbit had been sent on a matter of the utmost sensitivity. On his arrival in Potsdam, he was guided to a specially converted water taxi and ferried directly to Peacock Island. Turbina the Jet Car had been authorised to accompany the Wabbit on the island and even though her permission papers had described her as an "agricultural automotive necessity", she hadn't grumbled. The Wabbit waded ashore through the reeds and felt like a most intrepid explorer. The undergrowth presented no problems for a wabbit, so as he hopped, he mulled over the delicate matter in hand. "This," murmured the Wabbit, "has not always been Peacock Island" He knew that a long, long time ago, it had been known as Wabbit Island and in these days it was covered in forest and filled with wabbits of all shapes and sizes. The Wabbit's briefing papers indicated that the King, Frederick William II of Prussia, had appropriated the island and built a castle. Then he had filled the island with peacocks, because he liked their feathers - and he would sit in his castle and watch them for hours. The Wabbit read that, in consequence, wabbits increasingly suffered wabbit exclusion. "Such a nice place," thought the Wabbit and although he knew its current German name, Pfaueninsel, he adamantly refused to say that name out loud. He stood for a minute and looked all around. Then he exclaimed boldly and loudly and to no-one in particular except the Wabbit. "So this is Kaninchenwerder!"

The Wabbit, Turbina & Jazz Through the Night

"I want to go to the Jazz ReFound Festival in Vercelli," said Turbina the Jet Car, lengthily. "Oh, we can't. We're on mission," said the Wabbit. The Wabbit didn't like putting his paw down quite so hard, so he softened. "We could always listen to jazz then," he suggested kindly. Turbina switched on the Internet radio and searched. Mellow sounds drifted from the speakers and the Wabbit settled back. Abruptly, Turbina changed the station. "I was enjoying that," said the Wabbit. "Wait," said Turbina. Suddenly they were surrounded by the soft tones of Nigel Williams at Jazz FM. The Wabbit watched and then smiled as Turbina submitted an electronic request. They had only to wait a minute for Nigel's voice. "Hey, we've heard from the Wabbit, who's just hopped on board. He's on one of his adventures in that fabulous car of his. So here's something to speed them both on their way." Turbina and the Wabbit spoke at one and the same time and all that they could say was "Ooooooh!" Turbina turned down the interior light as the strains of Ella Fitzgerald filled the car. The Wabbit sang along. "And now when you turn the lamp down low, I'm beginning to see the light." And little flickers of sodium street light fell around them like notes, as they ate up the kilometers to Potsdam and Peacock Island.

Lovely Lapinette and the Secret Service

Lapinette and the Wabbit paused for a minute. The Wabbit knew Lapinette would get to the all important make-up case so he sipped his aperitivo and settled back to hear the rest of the story. "My security detail was duly assigned and he was a very tall man, handsome and strong. He sat me in his truck and took the piece of gravel out of my paw with a special piece of equipment." "He did, did he?" The Wabbit was paying special attention. "Yes, he did," said Lapinette. "Then he said he would like to give me something. So he reached in his own luggage and took out the make-up case." "Just like that," said the Wabbit. "Just like that," said Lapinette. "He told me he had it specially made for his girlfriend and that she had dumped him, so he would like me to have it." "That must have been a surprise," said the Wabbit. "It certainly was," said Lapinette, "and so I told him what a silly young woman that must have been and that he could do much, much better." The Wabbit buried his face in his paws for a second. Lapinette ignored him and continued. "Then I popped the make-up case in my bag and that is where it stays." "Might come in handy," said the Wabbit. "And I have his cell phone number," added Lapinette. "So might that," said the Wabbit. Lapinette's story was over, their aperitivi were both finished and so the Wabbit called for the bill. To his surprise the waiter came immediately. "Things are looking up," thought the Wabbit.

Lovely Lapinette gets an Important Lift

As Lapinette went on with her story, the Wabbit could barely contain himself. "Inside the car, there was a most important couple, the President and his Lady." Lapinette paused for effect and to see if the Wabbit was listening properly. The Wabbit drew in a breath and asked "What were they like?" "They were very courteous and asked me about many things," said Lapinette. "Did you ask about wabbit exclusion? Did you? Did you?" The Wabbit nearly fell off his seat with excitement. "Yes of course," said Lapinette. "They are both very well-versed in matters of civil rights. I was told that the matter would be given due priority." The Wabbit looked down at the cafe table and and thought of his own ever-growing list of unclassifiable tasks. Then he looked back up again. "Are you listening, Wabbit?" Lapinette flicked her ears around. "Yes, yes, you mentioned due priority," said the Wabbit. Lapinette continued. "He told me he was not just a president for people but for animals too." The Wabbit smiled broadly and warmly. "What happened then?" "Well, they said that they couldn't take me all the way so they insisted on dropping me off with a special security detail to see me to my destination." Lapinette seemed to be getting to the end of her story so the Wabbit threw in a quick reminder. "And the make-up case, remember?" "Patience is a virtue," said Lapinette.

Lovely Lapinette in the Midst of Things

The Wabbit was all ears as Lapinette told her story. "I was going to a very important meeting of the International Wabbit Council," said Lapinette. "And it was very hot and my fur was wilting. I took a short cut through a familiar neighbourhood, but I got a piece of gravel in my paw and I couldn't get rid of it, you know?" "Most unpleasant," said the Wabbit with feeling. "Well," continued Lapinette. "It must have been obvious that I was limping a bit, because I heard an officially official person talk into a radio. He said something about immediate assistance and then there was a lot of shouting and running around." "Oooh! What then, what then," said the Wabbit. "Patience, Wabbit," said Lapinette and continued. "The longest car that I have ever seen appeared from round the corner, and it stopped just beside me." "Longer then Turbina the Jet Car," asked the Wabbit. "Longer than this very café where I am telling this story," said Lapinette. The Wabbit's jaw dropped. Lapinette frowned. Then she leaned across and, with a practiced movement, tilted the Wabbit's jaw into a more respectable position. "I will continue," said Lapinette. "The front door of the long car opened and I was invited inside." "What next? What next?" The Wabbit was on the edge of his seat and bounced up and down. "I got in. My paw was hurting," replied Lapinette. Then the Wabbit remembered something. "What about the make-up case?" "All in due course," said Lapinette.

The Wabbit meets Lapinette for Lunch

Lovely Lapinette was contemplating a plate of artichoke tubers when she felt the Wabbit staring at her. "Whats that?" The Wabbit nodded to the corner of the table. "My make-up case," said Lapinette in a manner that indicated it could hardly be anything else. The Wabbit knew better than to say that it didn't look like a make-up case. "Why don't you order a couple of carrot-based aperitivi and I'll tell you how it came to be in my possession," said Lapinette. The Wabbit effected disinterest and tried to attract the attention of the waiter. He wiggled his ears and wriggled his nose and he even tried clicking his paws. All to no avail whatsoever. Lapinette feigned impatience and then made her left ear tremble imperceptibly. "Due aperitivi di carote fresche for the Marchesa and her companion. Subito!" The waiter had appeared like lightning and was gone just as quickly. The Wabbit bristled. But he tried hard not to take offence since drinks speedily arrived with two small plates of carrot flakes. The pair were contemplative as they sipped their drinks and nibbled their carrot flakes. The Wabbit could wait no longer. "You were going to tell me how you came to acquire such a make-up case," he said. "You won't believe it," said Lapinette. "I will, I will, I will," said the Wabbit with urgency. Now the Wabbit was desperate to hear the story. "Once upon a time, in a distant land," began Lapinette. "Ooooh," said the Wabbit.

The Wabbit sends off his Adversary

The following day, the Wabbit waited for the Carabinieri. They were transporting Skratch the Cat Burglar to a place of detention and had told him they would pass by. So the Wabbit met them on the corner as arranged. But he could barely conceal his dismay at the size of the transport vehicle. The Carabinieri assured the Wabbit that this was last available vehicle in the car pool. So he nodded his head and strode up to address Skratch. "Now look here," said the Wabbit. "I know you want something and I can assure you we haven't got it. And even if we did have it, we probably fell asleep and forgot where we put it. So we don't know what or where it is and even if we found it, we certainly wouldn't give it to you." Skratch's eyes went to pin pricks behind his mask. He couldn't cope speaking directly to the Wabbit because his brain started to whirl. So he said nothing. The Wabbit turned on his paw and advanced on the Carabinieri officer who was contemplating an ice cream. "This cat is a very dangerous character indeed. He is wanted in almost every state on various charges including fraud, extortion and grand theft auto." The Wabbit wasn't very sure about the last one, but he had seen a game in a shop window and thought it sounded good. He cast a disparaging glance as the Fiat pool car left with Skratch and the officers of the Carabinieri squeezed inside. "Sergio Marchionne shall hear of this," muttered the Wabbit.

The Wabbit has Visitors

The Wabbit had just settled down for the night when he was awakened by a terrible din. He shook himself and hopped to the window, closely followed by Lapinette. The Wabbit did not take kindly to being disturbed in the night and so he grumbled at length about the world and what it was coming to. But he knew it was no good complaining and sighed as he opened the window. At first he couldn't see what was happening. "Oh look," said Lapinette. "It's that old lady. The one you keep on and on about." "And there's her daughter," said the Wabbit. "I told you, I told you and - oh no, it's Skratch the Cat Burglar!" Lapinette smiled. "Oh yes. So it is. And he has a new outfit. Look!" The Wabbit stomped his back leg irritably. "I don't care about his coat. He's a menace. He steals things and makes eyes at you." "I know," said Lapinette. "Isn't he a silly sausage?" The Wabbit knew this conversation was going nowhere and he turned to the moonlit street. "The old lady has Skratch cornered," said the Wabbit, He could hear the sirens of the Carabinieri and he knew she must have called them. He turned to Lapinette. "Oh I do hope there's going to be no unpleasantness. We're supposed to be incognito." "Oh, really! Now thank your admirers," chided Lapinette. So the Wabbit raised a paw. He scrunched it tightly and his face broke into the most enormous 28-toothed grin. "Grazie! Do call round for biscottini," boomed the Wabbit. Skratch the Cat Burglar looked at Lapinette and shrugged. The old lady tidied her hair. Her daughter's bicycle bell made a loud ding. The Carabinieri arrived. And not one person in the neighbourhood saw a single thing.