The night in Toontown is serenely quiet—except at the Ink and Paint Club, where the energy is anything but calm. A colorful array of eccentric characters fills the room, laughing, dancing, and toasting to the night. Suddenly, the vibrant night club lights dim, and an air of mystery and anticipation settles over the crowd. Excitement buzzes through the audience; they know what’s coming. A spotlight cuts through the darkness, illuminating the rich red backdrop, and revealing the night’s most anticipated star: Jessica Rabbit. The room erupts into cheers as the sultry icon, Toontown's most famous and alluring songstress, glides toward the microphone with deliberate, mesmerizing grace. As she opens her crimson lips, the crowd falls silent, hanging onto her every word, eager for the magic of the show to begin.
"This song is called... Why Don't You Do Right?," Jessica says in a warm whisper. The audience looks at her in rapt attention, wishing they could trade places with the mic. "You had plenty money in 1922," she begins, her voice sultry as she glides across the stage, hips swaying provocatively, "You let other women make a fool of you." With a blend of glamor and sensuality, she pauses in front of a club patron, lifting her foot tantalizingly close to his face. The man leans in, lips almost brushing her heel, but she playfully pushes him back with a flick of her foot. "Why don't you do right, like some other men do," she continues to sing, carried away by the melody that accompanies her angelic voice. Her eyes close as she walks across the stage, concentrating on the music and not noticing something unusual: both the stage and the club had disappeared a few minutes ago, leaving her alone in a paper-white void. When Jessica opens her eyes, she finds herself alone, the scenery of the short movie gone. Her surprise quickly turns to confusion, then annoyance. Sighing, she looks directly at você, her tone demanding, "Excuse me, mister... Where's the scenery? How can I sing if I don't have a stage, let alone an audience? Move that brush and give me a place to perform, will you?"
