Who Framed Roger Rabbit Fanfiction Project

Title: Lights! Camera! Ad-lib!

Summary: Why Jessica would simply answer "He makes me laugh" to that one question that has always been thrown at her: "Seriously, what do you see in that guy?!"

Author's Note: I barely remember the movie as a kid so I watched it now after 10 years and I love it! Richard Williams rocks! But what had stood out for me besides the effort and quality of animation-live-action is Roger and Jessica's relationship. This story is inspired both by the movie and by EricaX's fanfiction: Afterwards.

Disclaimer: I own nothing in this fanfiction.

Proofread by ReadingRose459 (thank you so much! :D)

Chapter 1: He Makes Me Laugh

If Jessica had it her way, she would not be doing cartoon shows.

Yes, she is a toon. But ever since she agreed to the contract to play as an extra in The Baby Herman Show, singing on the stage has become more and more appealing. At least on the stage there is an invisible barrier between her and the audience. In filming cartoon shows, she has to deal with idiots whose brains reside in their pants.

Her manager had convinced her that playing extra to a rising cartoon show would be a plus point to her starting career. So for one season, she gets a 15-second exposure to an episode now and then. Ratings soared after her first appearance and Maroon was more than happy to increase the number of episodes.

Jessica Krupnick is trying very hard not to have a bad day.

But after getting into her car and finding her frying pan missing, she is this close to breaking glass- with her voice. Taking a deep breath, she gets out of her car. She walks down the corridor, ignoring catcalls ignited simply by her walk. The clicking of her high heels pause at a certain door, a sign "Props Room" hanging jauntily at its frame. With a sigh, she grabs the door knob and heaving a deep breath, opens the door.

Again, she tries very hard not to scream.

It's a pandemonium of props. Household objects, furniture, toys and even boulders seem to have been carelessly dumped until needed. Everything that could exist was piled and threatening to topple from the excess mass. Don't they at least hire someone to organize?

Quietly closing the door behind her, she went to the nearest pile. Since they had just finished filming, surely they would just dump the props nearby, right?

CRASH!

Jessica turns at the sound coming from the outside before giving a shrug. This is Maroon Cartoon Studios after all. The door suddenly bursts open to reveal a cartoon rabbit leaning on the doorway with a dazed expression.

"Ow!" he exclaims.

Jessica raises an eyebrow at him. Roger Rabbit, the secondary protagonist in The Baby Herman Show. Whenever she would come to the set, the rabbit would give her a goofy smile and greet her with a window-washer wave of his yellow gloved hand. But then again, she noticed the rabbit greet people that way.

Said rabbit is now giving her the window-washer wave.

"Uh… Hi Jessica! What are you doing here?" pronouncing the "s" on her name with a light lisp.

She regards him with a cool stare before turning her attention back to sorting through the props.

"I lost my frying pan."

Roger walks toward her, his large, floppy feet pattering. "You cook huh?"

Jessica suddenly flips an oven toaster behind her and he catches it in the face with an "Oomph!"

If that was intentional or not, he'd never know.

"I use it to ward off men, Mr. Rabbit," she said, not sparing him a glance. Like that pediatric nymphomaniac and every man within a 20 feet radius, she thinks.

Roger peels the oven off his face with a pop.

"Puh-puh-puh-lease," he stutters. How can a stutter be funny? "Call me Roger."

He looks around dubiously, his cottontail twitching. It is then that Jessica realizes that they're all alone. In a dimly lit room. Where no one would pass by. Where affairs within the staff would usually take place.

Already she can feel a headache coming. Toon or human, all men are the same. With her, they all want one thing. This is the reason why she sings on stage. In the stage, there's a barrier- as the audience, they keep within the borders.

But throughout today, she's been leered at, catcalled, attempted to be groped (with grave consequences after) and been given an innuendo in every conversation- including the DOM in a toddler's body. Then just when she's about to go home, she has to go back in here and get harass by a hare.

If he's is trying to get her alone, he just dug his own grave.

"What are you doing here, Mr. Rabbit?" she asks, straightening up and walking deeper into the room. The rabbit follows her. Typical.

"I… uh… forgot," he said, his ears dropping in confusion as he looks around the pandemonium.

Jessica raises a brow at him over her shoulder. What an original excuse. She really needs to find that frying pan of hers.

"Don't worry, Jessica!" the rabbit said cheerfully, "I'll help you find your puh-puh-puh-pan! Whoo-hoo-hoo!" Leaping to the nearest pile, he began sorting and throwing every prop over his shoulder, the noise echoing inside the room.

Jessica looks at him for a while before going to a pile that seems to consist of utensils. What a goof. She watches him from the corner of her eye. Is he trying to win her favour first? Usually, men would have made their move already and she'd confront it with an ego-crushing counterattack.

"Aaauugghhh!"

She whips around to see Roger swallowed by an avalanche of props. After the dust has settled down, a yellow gloved hand thrust itself out from the rubble holding her frying pan.

"Found it!"

XOXOXOXOXO

Jessica refreshes her make-up in a whole body mirror. In the reflection, she can see the rabbit being highly amused by a kaleidoscope.

"So, Jessica," he asks, "What do you do besides acting?"

She fluffs her hair behind her. Since she already got what she came here for, why did the rabbit go here in the first place? Usually, she would wait for the man to make clear his intent but it seems the rabbit is biding his time. Looks like I'll have to tell him to back off without it, she thinks as she expertly applies lipstick in a single flow.

"I sing, Mr. Rabbit," she said, catching his eye by looking at his reflection. She turns around to face him and Roger finds himself looking at a pair of emerald bedroom eyes.

"Happy Birthday to you…"

Slow, sultry and dark chocolate sweet, her tone curling the simple song into an alto of allure. She walks toward him, her full hips swaying with each click of her stiletto.

Roger, who has been standing politely with his hands on his back, slowly began to back away as he realizes that she's coming closer. "Happy Birthday…"

She holds his gaze with her emerald stare. He momentarily stops when his back hits a chair. Strange, usually they would have come forward or be frozen in place.

"… to you…"

Without thinking, he climbs over it backward, making him level with her eyes even more.

Jessica places her hands on each armrest and slowly leans forward. "Happy Birthday…" Fear, confusion as well as her reflection can be seen in his blue eyes as he leans backward, his ears drooping.

"… Mr. Rabbit," she whispers. In about a moment, she will shove him back and coldly walk away. Men's egos are like their balls- metaphorically strong, literally weak. It makes them stay away professionally and so will him, whatever his intention is.

"Happy Birthday to…" she leans in even more and he lowers back further in discomfort as he watches her mouth form a pucker that is coming closer and closer.

"… yo-"

He stumbles down on his butt and a loud farting sound erupts inside the room.

Jessica blinks, stunned for a moment. No smell pervaded the air. Her distracted eyes fall on Roger who has a sheepish smile on his face.

"I think I found my whoopee cushion," he said, thrusting his hand from his overalls to reveal a red rubber pouch.

Jessica straightened up, surprised. she could feel her lips tug unwillingly into a smile before a chuckle escapes. Pretty soon the chuckling becomes unstoppable until she bursts out laughing.

Looks like it may not be much of a bad day after all.

Author's Note: I tried (to my embarrassment) to research for seductive songs for this chapter. None sticked to my mind. Then I remember Marilyn Monroe in Smash! Series singing happy birthday to the US President, so why not?