Escape the beauty parlor

With a pull so strong that her teeth temporarily turned into fangs, Winnie managed to pull Lena out of your pants. A wet 'pop' noise was heard when Lena's tight toon pussy was removed from your dick.

Lena wasn't willing to give up the fight, as she was spinning around, trying to grab Winnie. The Weasel Beautician merely huffed before grabbing some elastic hair ties and quickly used them to bind Lena into the form of a basketball.

Lena's visible eyes blinked a few times, the sound of a piano key being played each time she did so.

Winnie was about to simply toss Lena into a wastebin until she recalled the dumpster behind her shop. She cooed, "Might as well have some more fun with this..."

After tossing The Lena-ball into the air, Winnie transformed into a tornado before stopping, her pink dress now replaced by a pink basketball uniform that clung to her shapely figure. The words, 'Femme Fatales' was printed on it. Winnie held up a finger to catch and spin the Lena-ball. She looked back at you and said, "When I get back, we'll have a private one-on-one match, if you catch my drift."

Lena uttered some rants, but was muffled by her arms in the way.

Winnie dribbled the Lena-ball out of the room and to the back alley.

Since you were now alone, you looked around for a way to free yourself. The button was out of reach and there were no tools you could use, so you decided to use an old gag. Tickle something to have it laugh. After all, anything in cartoons could be alive, even if for a momentary gag.

You began tickling the armrests that held your arms. You smiled when your chair began to giggle and laugh. Within moments, it freed your hands and legs. Not wanting to be rude, you said, "Thanks, pal!"

The chair replied, "No prob. I needed a good laugh."

You ran out to the street and looked around for the Apartment Building, wanting to get to Jessica Rabbit, since she did invite you to her apartment.

A few moments later, Winnie walked back in, dressed back in her pink dress and wiping her hands. She said, "Now that we've gotten rid of Miss Hyena, let's get down to-..."

Winnie looked around, trying to find you as she asked, "Where's the future Mr. Winnie Weasel?"

A Hair Dryer chair said in a feminine Brooklyn accent, "He am-scrayed."

A whistling noise was heard was heard as Winnie slowly turned red from rage. "I will NOT let Jessica Rabbit take another victory from me! Do you hear me? The hunt is on!"