Get Him Some Money Too

Male! Jessica Rabbit X Detective Reader Ch.1

In the modern days somewhere in Hollywood, you are a detective and always go on solo. You wore a (f/c) trench jacket and (f/c) pants with (s/c) boots. Your trademark hat was a fedora. Your fedora had a crimson red color with a black sash around. Also, you're not just a detective, you're a Toon detective. Like you rescued Donald Duck's nephews Huey, Dewey and Louie or you cleared Goofy's name from accusations of espionage. Actually, you solved those cases because you always helped your father, who's also a Toon detective. You two were great partners and you were given a monkier, "The Toons Father and Daughter".

However, everything changed when you and your father tried to chase a Toon robber, who tried to rob the First National Bank of Toontown. You and your father were about to catch the culprit, but the thief dropped a grand piano on you two from 15 stories up. You survived from the crash, but not your father. You became shocked as you stared at your partnered father who got killed by the piano, crushing him to the head.

The doctors couldn't save your father and you and your relatives attended the funeral. After your father's death, you kept his trademark, a crimson red and black fedora which you always wore all the time. Not only you kept your father's trademark fedora, you started to dislike all the Toons because a Toon killed your father seven years ago. You were fourteen years old when your father got killed.

During your career, you were being called as "Toon Lady in Red" by your collegues because you always kept your red and black fedora and you swore yourself that you'll never take it off except you go home after you finished your job.

One day, now 21 years old, you were hired by R.K. Maroon of Maroon Cartoons. You arrived at his office and saw him with his editor, watching a piece of film playing through a moviola. Mr. Maroon noticed you came in and said, "How much do you know about show business, Ms. (L/n)."

"Only there's no business like it, no business I know," You answered.

"Yeah, and there's no business more expensive. I'm 25 grand over budget on the latest Baby Herman cartoon," agreed Mr. Maroon, mentioning. "You saw the rabbit blowin' his lines. He can't keep his mind on the work. You know why?"

"Let me guess. One of too many refrigerators dropped on his head?" You implied after seeing Roger Rabbit blowing his lines on the scene set.

"Nah, he's a Toon. You can drop anything you want on his head. He'll shake it off." Then Maroon gave you an advice about Roger Rabbit and suggested something else other than dropping anything on Roger, "But break his heart, he goes to pieces, just like you or me. Read that."

You received a newspaper from Maroon and started to read the headlines. You read out loud, "Seeing cooing over a man in red with a lady was Jesse Rabbit, nephew of Maroon Cartoon star Roger Rabbit."

You didn't know that Roger Rabbit, star of the Maroon cartoons, had a nephew.

You asked Mr. Marron, "So why am I here to deal with this rabbit issue?"

"You're a private detective. Figure it out." he replied.

You gave a groan in disbelief and you started to refuse to take a case of Roger Rabbit, "I don't have time for this. I'm leaving."

"Look, (L/n), his nephew's poison," stated Maroon, stopping you from leaving. "but he thinks that kid's Elvis Presley."

Maroon looked around in his office to make sure no one's here or listening. After realizing that you and Maroon were alone, the owner of Maroon Cartoons told you something important like a mission, "I want you to follow him. And when you do, get me a couple of nice, juicy pictures so I can wise the rabbit up with."

"Forget it, Maroon. I don't work for Toontown," You coldly refused Maroon's request as you tried to leave, but he stopped you from leaving and tried to make you change your mind.