No Parking Hare

When construction crews move in to build a new freeway, the peace of a hidden burrow is shattered. The tremors rattle the ground, and Bugs Bunny is woken up, smeared with dirt and confusion, as the project hums closer to his home. He quickly realizes a freeway could cut straight through his realm, and with a stubborn, unyielding determination, he makes it clear he won’t budge. The mood is set for a classic showdown in which cartoon wit clashes with heavy machinery, and the rabbit’s defiant stance becomes the unmistakable heartbeat of the whole sequence.

The first round of antics begins as the big, musclebound Construction Worker tries to force Bugs out by sheer intimidation. He climbs to the top of a central pillar—an improbable tower of engineering that now stands as Bugs’ new obstacle—and rattles his tools in a threatening display. But Bugs slips free from a lower hole, darts up the pillar’s shadowy interior, and slices the worker’s ladder, sending him free-falling toward a sticky fate. The unfortunate stumbles into a pool of wet concrete, emerging drenched and dazed, while Bugs watches with a knowing, almost calm smile. The worker’s head peeks out from the bottom of the pillar in a comical and bewildered pose, a reminder that brute force can be as silly as it is stubborn.

In the next gag, the worker tries a mechanical shortcut: a rock-cutting saw to gnaw through the pillar. Bugs, ever the trickster, redirects the danger with a tiny detour sign that lures the blade away and straight into the fuse box. A jolt of neon antics erupts as the worker’s silhouette is refracted in bold, cartoonish poses—The Thinker, Washington Crossing the Delaware with multiple versions of himself rowing, and even a Cancan Dancer—resulting in a surreal, symbolic blackout of the threat he posed, as the saw punishes him with a shocking misfire.

Bugs then adds music to mischief. While he plays a whimsical tune on a banjo—There Ain’t No Place Like a Hole in the Ground—the construction man drops a bomb from a helicopter toward Bugs’ bed. The nimble rabbit jukes away, and the bomb careens back toward the chopper, detonating in a puff of smoke that leaves the helicopter destroyed and the worker clinging to the spinning rotors in a dazed, hanging pose. The cascade of chaos continues to pile up as Bugs keeps the rhythm, the musical misdirection amplifying the absurd danger of the moment.

Undeterred, the worker escalates to a heavy, dramatic tactic: a 60-ton weight hanging from a crane aimed to crush the pillar itself. But Bugs, disguising himself as another worker, lures the man into misjudging the trajectory, effectively turning the weight against him and forcing him to drive himself into the ground with a crunch of machinery and rock-steady irony. The scene underscores Bugs’ cunning as he weaponizes the very tools meant to remove him.

The toll of the day grows taller as the worker returns to the pillar, this time armed with scaffolding and a plan to light dynamite. Bugs, always ahead in the game, flicks a match inside the bottom of the scaffolding. The flame races upward, roaring through the structure and detonating the dynamite before the worker can drop the charge down the hole, leaving him scrambling in a fiery, frantic mess that only adds to the pile of ridiculousness.

In a final, almost ceremonial moment, the worker tries to pour a flood of concrete over the hole to smother Bugs once and for all. But Bugs has anticipated this, diverting the cement around the hole with the help of an umbrella, effectively reinforcing the central pillar and, to cap it off, placing a door and a mailbox on top as if to claim a small, stubborn victory over the construction project.

The montage ends with a local newspaper splash: Bugs is on the front page, and the headline proclaims, “CITY COMPROMISES WITH RABBIT!!” The aftermath reveals the freeway’s final fate—curved away from Bugs’ hole in a literal half-circle—an unspoken victory for the rabbit’s stubborn hold on home. Bugs pops up from his hole, declaring a sly, defiant triumph over the encroaching modern world, encapsulated in a line that has become a wink to spectators: > I hear ya knockin’, but ya can’t come in! The odd provenance of the closing sentiment is noted as a cheeky nod to a 1935 Chicago Tribune archive, where a similar phrase appeared in a court argument about the sanctity of the home.

Last Updated: October 05, 2025 at 11:15