Silly Wabbit

"Hey!" he responds. "Who tugged my tail?"

She's mum.

It's on to Hooters, where an employee says coolly: "Any open table." It's a tough crowd. They barely smile.

Outside, Eddy explains, "Some places are like, 'We don't want any kind of problems.'"

He takes the escalator down one flight to Fat Tuesday. "Hey, Easter Boy! I was yelling at you!" shouts a man in a baseball cap and blue swim trunks. His table is filled with three empty bottles of Bud Light and four of Newcastle Brown Ale. "You owe me from last year," says the guy, who identifies himself as 42-year-old Larry Conditt.

"Seriously, what are you doing?" he asks, looking Eddy up and down.

"I want to spread smiles" is the response.

"If you find me a costume, I'll dress up too," says Conditt's 22-year-old goateed drinking partner, David Smith. "I'm the kind of guy who runs down the street naked."

"It's not a prank. It's all about the love."

After CocoWalk, the bunny struts down brick sidewalks to Le Bouchon du Grove, where a man spontaneously leaps from his table and dances with him. A waiter with a red bowtie pretends to cock a rifle and shoot. "We'll be having rabbit stew," he cackles.

Eddy moves inside, where an employee stares at him with his arms crossed. One diner retorts, "Why aren't you humping?"

"I've got a bum leg," Eddy answers.

As the rabbit leaves, an employee with a French accent comes running out with a thick carrot. "Don't forget that!"

By 9 p.m., sweat is building on the bridge of Eddy's nose. He stops by a gelato shop and asks for some tap water before heading to Greenstreet Café. "Oh my gawd," an older woman with red hair says before putting her right palm to her cheek. "It's so nice to meet you."

Eddy takes the hand she extends. They shake for longer than normal.

"Do me a favor — let her go," says her partner, who has lost his smile. "We just got engaged."

The woman won't release Eddy's hand.

"I'm serious," the man says sternly.

She finally releases her grip. Eddy bids them farewell.

At burger joint Johnny Rockets, he approaches an unresponsive table of two. "I was a reindeer, but I joined the hare club for men," he says.

Back at CocoWalk, around 10 p.m., two guys in a silver car call him over and ask him to film a spot for Televisa, a Spanish-language media company. Minutes later, they arrive with a camera. The director, Gabriel Vasquez, encourages Eddy to tell a crazy story. He offers the carrot incident but can't remember the word for carrot.

"Just say, 'Lo que come Bugs Bunny,'" says Louis Ramirez, the director's friend, who's standing nearby.

The pair eats up Eddy's bunny bravado before moving on to shoot an aspiring Cuban opera singer in black polished shoes. They plan to air the segment in a week or so.

A half-hour before midnight, a man with dreadlocks and a gold grill passes Eddy and grins. "Ain't gonna lie," he says. "I like Christmas, but I love Easter."

The rabbit beams.