Birds and a pig cupid fly past a treetop. Buster sits at the foot of the tree plucking petals from a flower.
Buster: She loves me, they love me, I love me. Ah, isn't love lovely? Who doesn't love love?
Flower: I don't!
Buster: Aah!
Flower: How would you like to have your petals plucked?
The flower flies out of Buster's hand. A heart-shaped strawberry hits him on the head.
Buster: Hey! Some angry looking blue squirrels sit on a branch. They start pelting him with strawberries. Aaaah! Aah! Stop! Cut it out!
Buster slides behind a huge mushroom.
Buster: Aaah! (pants) He carefully looks out. A squadron of pig cupids appears over a hill to the sound of “Ride of the Valkyries”.
Cupid Leader: Bunny's in sight, we're going in! The cupids dive and shoot suction cup arrows at Buster.
Buster: Aaaah! He shields his face with his arms.
Buster wakes up with a start.
Buster: Aah! Hh. Phew! Isn't it weird how sometimes the nicest dreams turn out to be the worst nightmares? He notices a suction cup arrow beside him in the bed. Hh!