One Bunny, a hunter, several birds, and a cat, just a few of the thousand all under my hat. Known hater of carrots, though I’d chew them for jokes. Been gone since nineteen eighty nine, so I guess that’s all folks.

I am the music of life, And though I bear no voice, I can be seen, heard, or felt, Whatever may be your choice.

I hold what you’ve done though I cannot act, I steal the present but return it back; Lose me and you lose yourself

My first part's the opposite of on, My second the opposite of hot. Sometimes you can find me in an oval, Sometimes I'm led by Michael Scott.

made of plastic I may be, some will kill to get to me. With several numbers I'm inscribed, which to the public you should hide. If the link to me is broken, I become merely a token, I'll serve you well if you stay true to paying when my bill is due.