Hey there, little guy.
23, 24, 25?
Man, that's a lot of sisters,
I can't even imagine what that would be like.
Hey, Lincoln!
Hold it!
Hey, mornin' ladies.
Why are you dressed like a hoodlum from the wrong side of the forest?
Yeah, what's the sitch?
There is no sitch.
Warren, come in. It's Danny.
I thought of some topics for you to discuss with the new girl.
New girl?
Like this. Butter lettuce. Is it butter, or is it lettuce? Discuss!
Danny, I'll call you back.
Tell us everything about her.
There's nothing to tell, Betty. It's a just new girl at school.
I hate her already.
You don't even know her, Brenda.
Neither do you, that's why we're helping. Oh, I love matchmaking!
What's the use? Life's just an endless stretch of misery,
occasionally brightened by despair.
I think your chakras need some like, realignment, Bella.
Look guys, I've captured the moment in oils.
I call it "Portrait of a Clueless Boy Being Saved by His Sisters".
Guys! I don't need your help!
Yes you do?
- No I don't, Bridget! - Yes, you do.
By my calculations,
the chances of you successfully courting said new girl without our help
are an abysmal 25 to 1.
Yeah, I'm quite used to those odds.
But what if your plan doesn't work?
What if you ruined your only chance to make a good first impression?
What if you grow old and alone? What if I grow old and alone?
What if the world ends tomorrow? What if--
Guys, I'm running out of time! Now if you'll excuse me, I'm leaving.
Oh yeah, mate?
And just 'ow do you plan on gettin' past the 25 of us?
Well I plan to... run!
- Get him! - This calls for some chase music!
I didn't have this on my to-do list for the day, but what the heck.
Warren, you stop running this instant or I'm telling Mom!
- Look! Shiny object! - Ooh! Where? Huh?
Grab him, Beth!
- Beth! - Huh? What?
[whistle blowing]
Ugh! Beth, get in the game!
Go...
Yee-haw! Rope them doggies!
Ah!
- Gotcha! - Put me down, Bertha!
What a hare-raising development!
[laughing]
- Get it? - Ugh.
Oh, Warren, honey, you're going about this all wrong.
- Totes. - Yeah!
Give me those back! I need to look cool.
Please, girls don't want a cool guy.
Warren, what girls really want is a sensitive guy.
Ditch the leather and go with lavender.
It's a much better match for your fur tones.
Read her a poem.
Offer to share a healthy and delicious kelp smoothie.
But check her allergies first.
Take this rabbit's foot for luck.
Ew!
Compliment her clothes.
- Compliment her eyes. - Be kind.
Be romantic.
- But-- - Be present.
- But-- - Now go.
[sighing]
Hey, hi, you're new to Royal Woods, aren't you?
I've been watching you for days.
- Uh, what? - I, I mean...
I've been meaning to introduce myself. I'm Warren.
Oh, nice to meet you, Warren.
- I like how big your ears are. - They're big?
No! No, uh, you'll grow into them.
I mean, do you like poems?
Shall I compare thee to a summers day?
Thou fart more lovely-- I mean, thou art more.
What do you think about butter lettuce?
You know, I just remembered, I forgot my backpack.
Wait, wanna share a kelp smoothie?
Um, sure, why not?
Great. Oh, wait, before you drink any, do you have any allergies?
Cause I'd hate to see you break out in puss filled blisters.
Ew! On second thought, no thanks.
Are you sure? It's really delicious.
Blegh! It tastes like manure.
Sorry, I'm sure I have a hanky. Oh, whoops, that's not it.
Ew! Is that a rabbit's foot?
What? No! Just a fuzzy mozzarella stick. Sorry.
Let me help you. Uh, that stain ought to come out just fine,
you'll have an excuse to get a new dress.
Orange totally clashes with your fur tones anyways.
- What? - Is this creep bothering you?
- Yes. - Hey, lavender shirt,
don't you know it ain't cool to upset a lady?
- But I was just-- - Take a hike.
C'mon, let's get out of here.
I like your leather jacket, you're so cool.
[giggling]
[sighing]
So, how'd it go?
I don't wanna talk about it.
Ah, you don't have to. I watched the whole thing from the bushes.
So much for making a good first impression.
It's okay, pal, I'm sure a new bunny will move to the woods soon.
Well, once our coyote population goes down.