In a small studio in New York City, a young, ambitious reporter checked herself once over in her dressing room mirror. She checked her makeup, made sure every light brown hair on her head was perfect, looked over her yellow jumpsuit for any creases and adjusted her large rack until she thought it was perfect. Leaning forward, she rested her hands on her dresser table and took several calming breaths. “You can do this April. You’re a reporter, a darn good reporter.”

April O’Neil, not many people in New York knew her except as that chick in yellow with the nice hooters. She had appeared in more news stories as a victim then she had as a reporter, earning her a reputation as being incompetent and a danger magnet. There was something worse then going unnoticed in show business and that was being known as a damsel in distress. April wanted to change her image, let people see who she really was, a reporter.

Standing back upright, April gathered up her courage and headed to the stage where she’d be having her interviews. Everything was set up with computerized cameras to film everything that happened. April was doing this all alone, but that wasn’t what worried her. The first guest she had was known as a bad character and she hoped things didn’t end up with her being kidnapped again. Taking her seat on the stage beside an empty chair, April looked into the camera and smiled. A red light flashed on and the show started.

“This is April O’Neil, Channel 6 News with a new series for the good people of New York. Every week I’ll be interviewing characters from your favourite childhood cartoon shows in a series I call April’s Classic Cartoon Conversations.” The name was actually thought up by her editor and she thought it was stupid, but who listens to her. Keeping up her cheerful facade, she introduced her first guest. “I’d like to bring out my guest. She’s been around since prohibition, but nothing can prohibit her body. May I introduce the first toon to break the D-cup barrier, Jessica Rabbit.”

Strutting onto the set in red high heels, Jessica Rabbit was a sight even after decades, but then again, she was one cartoon character that never aged. She was wearing her glittery, full length red dress with a slit down the middle, letting her long legs be seen as she stepped forward. It hugged her body tightly, revealing every curve of her hips and buttocks, which bounced with her as she moved. However, nothing bounced and bobbed more then her huge chest, barely covered by her dress, those knockers stood over a foot out from her body and remained springy and supple even without anything carrying them. She had enough cleavage showing that someone could slip their whole hand in between her melons. Even with all the jiggling in front, Jessica’s face remained cool and composed. Her long red hair covered one side of her face, only letting one heavily eye shadowed eye to see. She oozed out sexual energy that would leave any man with their jaws on the floor and their underwear feeling two sizes too small. For April, she suddenly felt very inadequate in front of this image of sexuality.

“It’s a pleasure to be here,” Jessica purred, her voice as smooth and sensual as her body. She sat down in the empty chair in front of April, crossing her legs carefully as she addressed the reporter. “But next time watch what you say. From the way that you introduced me, it sounded like I was old.”

“Well, you were drawn before my mother was even born,” April added before she realized fully what she was saying. This was not going very well. She was supposed to be having a friendly rapport with the classic cartoon vixen, not antagonize her. It was just that April was incredibly nervous not just about this report but about being this close to one of the sexiest toons ever to be drawn. When she got nervous or afraid, April could get very cynical and confrontational, which was part of the reason she was tied up so often when she was kidnapped.

April became even more nervous when Jessica started to laugh slightly at the jibe on her age. The redhead narrowed her one eye at the reporter and leaned forward, showing off even more of her huge rack. Under the stifling gaze of the old time toon, April felt even more nervous then she had at the beginning. “My aren’t you a feisty one. Careful my dear, say the wrong thing and I might just put you over my knee and spank you until you cry.”

April’s cheeks became rosy at the strange, but kinky, threat. Shaking her head, her wooden smiled strained as she tried to regain control. Maybe this was a bad idea, maybe she wasn’t that good of a reporter as she thought. Desperate to salvage this already ruined interview, April tried to ask about Jessica’s career, but blurted out this question instead.