Bugs Bunny never did it for me.
I am firmly, now and forever, in camp Daffy Duck, and there I shall remain.
With rare exception, Bugs, much like the Road Runner, never lost.
Which gets kind of boring after a bit.
Give me Daffy, in all his wily con artist glory, trying (and often failing) to fast-talk his way to success and riches.
Whether needling Porky Pig, bedeviling Elmer Fudd, or here, driving a suburban father insane with his non-stop prattling and love of fine butter, the crazy duck is money in the bank.
