In hiding from Edward Selzer at Warners, I suppose, Michael Maltese wrote about three and a half cartoons for Walter Lantz, doing a better job than most of the scripts that Lantz worked with in this period. Here, he takes the one about Bugs -- or, in some iterations, Tweety -- freezing out in the cold and Granny lets him inside, where he tangles with the current pet. None of the gags are going to startle any one familiar with Loony Tunes, but there is no doubt that this is a superior little comedy. when people talk about the great cartoons of this period they speak of the directors. Certainly there is no doubt that the directors were tremendously important. But everyone in the production of a movie is important, and the writers are crucial. It's too bad that it so often seems that people are unaware of this.