Dismembered human body parts never make good romantic gifts. Just ask Vincent Van Gogh!
If you ever get the chance, nab a copy of the book "Who Censored Roger Rabbit." It's out of print now, but if you're lucky, you'll stumble across it in a used book store like I just did. I first read it ages ago, when the film had just been released and my local library still had a copy of the book. I'd been dying to read it again, but only now did I finally have the chance.
It's just a fascinating book for fans of the film to read. The plot is completely different. The cast is mostly the same, but their personalities are not. And it's a great read. Sure, it's no masterpiece -- the high concepts suffer from clunky execution, and the writing is full of bad detective cliches. But man, the ideas in this book... they were great, and a surprisingly large number of them made it into the film. Gary K. Wolfe sure had one heck of an imagination.
And clunky or not, the little world he built sure led to some amazing scenes. It's too bad that the final scene in the book wouldn't have worked at all with the film's plot, because it's one of the best closers I've ever read. I don't want to spoil it, so let's just say that Roger was a very different character before he hit celluloid.