Mr. Spots clicks his seatbelt in as he excitedly waits for the countdown to begin. This is the first time he goes to space since he started his space company, BunX.

“10…9…8…”

Mr. Spots will be the first rabbit in space!

“7…6…5…”

Almost there…

“4…3…2…1.. LIFTOFF!”

The thrusters fire up and off he goes!

Soon, Mr. Spots is weightless. He can see the Earth and the moon.

With a smirk, Mr. Spots thinks, “Time to get started!”

His spaceship can travel at the speed of light, the first of its kind! Soon he is within view of the planet Mercury. With the push of a button, the side of the spaceship opens up. Out comes a robot arm, with a small stick. The stick extends. It is a giant pool stick!

Another robot arm comes out of the other side and steadies the pool stick.

Steady… steady… now!

The pool stick lunges backward and then it goes forward right into Mercury sending it hurtling into the sun!

“Houston, Mercury just got yeeted into the sun!”

Mr. Spots laughs hysterically at the horrified looks on the humans back in Houston.

The sun shoots out a giant explosion, which swallows Venus. Soon the planet is no more.

Mr. Spots scoots past Earth. “I’m leaving Earth alone,” he thinks. “That’s where all the treats are!”

Instead, Mr. Spots arrives at Mars. He pulls out his phone and texts Elon Musk along with a picture of the red planet.

“Hey Elon, didn’t you want to terraform this? 🤪”

Musk replies, “Yeah, you gonna help?”

“You bet! Watch this!”

Out pops another robot arm, this time with a giant lasso. Mr. Spots twirls it over his head and throws it on a passing asteroid that is half the size of Mars. After a few good tugs, Mr. Spots manages to get that asteroid to crash into Mars.

KaPLEW!!!!

Mr. Spots sends Musk pictures of his precious Mars completely destroyed, along with a string of laughing emojis.

“No!!!!! 😭😭😭😭😭😭”

Mr. Spots continues to the gas giants. They are too big to mess with, but they have some cute little moons that are fair game.

Out comes a bazooka, and Mr. Spots plays target practice with all of Jupiter’s moons.

“Pew, pew pew! PEW PEW PEW!!”

The unlucky moons shatter and soon Jupiter has rings from the debris.

“Houston, Jupiter has a problem!”

Meanwhile, Mr. Spots’ foster mom checks on him. He is fast asleep, head on a pile of his unfinished breakfast, a shredded poster laying next to him, and a big smile on his face.

“Oh no, Mr. Spots destroyed our poster of the solar system! Oh well, we’ll just get another one,” she thinks.

She looks down at Mr. Spots and snaps a picture.

“He looks so happy. I wonder what he’s dreaming about. Dream on, sweet little bunny.”