Disclaimer: I do not own the Warners. I own an autographed section of the 'I'm Cute' storyboard, all of the dvds, and a jean jacket with the Warners embroidered on the back, but that's it. The other characters are created by me. For which i apologize for.

Author's note: This is a rather scathing parody of Mary Sue/ Author insertion stories. And as such it is riddled with plot holes, spelling errors, and other fanfiction clichés. All are intentional. Also the names of my OC's are parodies of OC's that are found in the A! section here. Some of you will recognize names based on your OC's. Don't be too offended, cause i'm not changing it. Plus it's only the names and certain dynamics that are based on your fan characters. The actual personalities of these characters are amalgamations of all the Sues I've run across in my twelve years of reading fics, so odds are the joke or behavior made/done by the character named after yours that offends you the most isn't even actually based on your character. So take it in stride. Also, I get as good as I give. I rag on myself a lot in this thing.

Character history: This takes place in the modern day. The Warner's know that they had a show and that it was canceled. They now spend their time acting in fanfics. In this story they're aged 10, 12, and 15.

A Horrible World of Plot Holes and Spelling Errors
A DancesWithCorpses production

Chap 1: Plot? What plot?

On a glorious Tuesday afternoon in the heart of Burbank California the noonday sun shone cheerfully down on the WB watertower located in the Warner Brothers Studio lot. Now in that watertower the Warner siblings were sitting idly on the couches in they're living room waiting for the plot to start. They didn't have to wait long however since the writer couldn't be bothered with a stupid little detail like plot setup.

A pretty little Warner in a green turtleneck sweater stepped delicately into the room. She was missing her trademark purple ball cap.

"haz any1 seen mi hat?" She asked.

Jolting to attention, since they'd been starting to fall asleep, Yakko, Wakko, and Dot staired at her in confusion.

"The hell?" Dot asked, glancing at her brothers.

"Who are you?" Yakko added.

The lovely girl looked startled for a moment before laughing girlishly.

"LOL!!1! u guyz r so silly! i almost beleeved u 4 a momnt :) !"

"...Uh, I wasn't kidding." Yakko said in a hard tone as he slowly stood up, ready to defend his sibs if he deemed it necisary. "Who are you? How did you get in here?"

"I-Im Twist Warner!" Said Twist Warner. "Im Wakkos identical twin!"

"Are not!" Wakko cried out in alarm as his eyes went wide. "You can't be! You're a girl! And I've never seen you before!"

Twist put her hands on her hips in anger. She couldn't understand why her beloved family was ackting this way.

"wot duz bn a grl hav 2 do w/ n e thng /:( ?"

"Because that's not how it works!" Wakko insisted with a flail of his arms. "Identical twins are always the same gender cause of the way they're made. The best we could be is fraternal twins, but we're not 'cause if I had a twin I'm sure I would have noticed by now!"

"how cud u say tht?!" Twist cried as her pretty face scrunched up in dismay, her hat long forgoten. "we;ve bin 2gthr r hole livez! we luv ech othr! we spk 2 ech othr telepathicly!"

Yakko and Dot stared intently at the girl as Wakko furrowed his eyebrows in frustration.

"I don't have telepathy! I've never had telepathy! And I'm still pretty sure you didn't exist this morning!"

Now it was Twist's turn to look frusterated, witch was rather eerie for the Warner's to see since she really did look exactly like Wakko.

"didnt exist thiz morn? O rly? look, ill pruve Im ur twin. cum heer. :-/ "

Glancing at eac h other before filly shrugging the Warner's all got up from the couch and followed Twist to The Grand Warner Wall; a patch of wall space where the sibs would often hang up pictures they had taken of each other.

"C? Look." Twist said, pointing to the wall. "Im n all teh picz."

And she was. Their was Wakko an Twist blowing out birthday candles on the same cake. And a much younger Twist and Dot sitting on the floor playing dolls. They're was all four Warners screaming in thrilled terror as they went down the drop of an amusement park's log flume ride. Finally their was a picture of Twist holding up a newspaper with yesterdays date.

"& look," Twist continued as she led her sibs to the bedroom. She gestured to the double set of bunk beds. One for Yakko and Dot and the other for her and Wakko.

Yakko scratched hi shead in confusion. "Those beds weren't like that this morning. Neither were the pictures."

Dot nodded. "I've wanted a sister my entire life. There's no way I've had one lying around the tower this whole time and just didn't notice."

Wakko didn't say anything, still looking completely confused.

Twist stamped her foot angrily as crystalline tears coursed down her face.

"f u dun wnt me n e moor jst SAY so! Dun pretnd liek u dun evn no hu i m :'( !!"

Wakko squirmed guiltily a bit. He hadn't meant to hurt the feelings of this mysterious mirror image girl. But he was still pretty sure that he hadn't had a twin when he came down for breakfast this morning. And the fact that his known siblings seemed just as confused as he did only strengthened that belief. He still didn't like to make girls cry though. It made him feel kinda skeezy.

In a sudden fit of pathos Twist flung herself at him bawling and wrapped her arms tight around his waist.

"O deerest brthr, plz say u remembr me, plz say u remembr r luv 4 ech othr. wen u hurt, i hurt. wen u cry, i cry. wen u fart, i take teh blame..."

Yakko snickered, earning himself a sharp elbow in the ribs from Dot.

"...we be 2 sidez of teh same toast, snake eyez n a crapshoot. Ur teh Snoop, im teh dog. Plz say u remembr me!"

"Yakko," Dot whispered. "She's monologueing. Badly. What the hell is going on?"

"I have no idea, sis." He whispered back with a shrug.

"Memmmmmmrryyyyyy al alon n teh mooooooonlight!" Twist sang with wide shiny eyes as Wakko desperately tried to pry her off witha crowbar.

"A little help would be nice." He muttered sending his sibs a pleading look.

"I remembeeerrrrrr teh tym i nue wot happyness wuuuuzzz, let teh memmmmryyyy liv agaiiiiiiinnnn..."

"This is just pathetic," Yakko said with a disbelieving shake of his head. "We need to end this."

He stepped forward and a look of relief washed across Wakko's face. He was sure his brother would put everything straight.

"So, ...uh, Twist is it?"

Twist looked up, her eyes still big and shiny.

"Now I'm sure there's a perfectly reasonable explanation for all this. What it could possibly be, I have no idea. But I'm sure there's a very reasonable explanation. In any case we're not going to find it standing around here being all upset. So let's all go back to the living room, sit down, take a breath and try to figure all this out, whataya say?"

After a moment's consideraion Twist nodded and Wakko was finally able to pry her off and regain his persoanl bubble. The sibs then traipsed back to the couches and flopped down.

"So," Yakko began. "Any ideas?"

"Maybe she's from an alternate dimension." Dot suggested.

"Maybe she's some kind of robot." Wakko tossed out.

"Mayb ur al jst rly meen." Twist muttered with crossed arms.

"All wonderful suggestions." Yakko said. "The only thing now is how to prove any of it."

"You have to admit though, this is all really weird." Dot said after a moment. "Usually when a writer gives us a new sib they give us all of the memories that go along with that sib. Or they introduce them to us in a 'long lost, mysterious past' type plot. Usually the storyline is obvious enough to figure out what exactly we're expected to do next, but I don't have a clue with this one."

"She's right." Wakko said thoughtfully. "This doesn't fit the style of any of our fic writers. Who's writing this thing anyway?"

"Let's find out." Yakko grabbed Dot's laptop off the coffee table and logged on to fanfiction. net.

Dot frowned. "Wait, if they haven't even finished writing the first half of chapter one yet it's not going to be posted. How are you going to find out who it is?"

"Shhhh! Plot hole!"

"Already?? But it's only page four!"

Yakko ignored her. "Okay, got it." He said as he pulled up the author's user profile. "The writer is DancesWithCorpses."

Wakko thought hard. "Not ringing a bell."

"Because she changed her penname. The last time she wrote a story with us she was Venus23."

Dot's head shot up. "You mean the bitch who had me strangled to death by a drug addict on Christmas Eve??"

Yakko grimaced at the memory. That fic still gave him nightmares. "That's the one."

"Perfect. She kills me in her first story, has me desperately ill in her second and now she's changed her name to DancesWithCorpses. I can't tell you how warm and fuzzy that makes me feel."

"Hmmm." Yakko hummed as he read on. "Now I'm really confused."

"What is it?" Wakko asked as he leaned over to get a peak. Twist watched silently with an unamused scowl.

"According to her profile DWC hates Mary Sues, author insertions, slash, bad spelling, gratuitous plot holes, and chatspeak. And we're halfway through page four and so far we've already had plot holes, bad spelling, chatspeak, an author reference, and a possible Sue."

"Lo!" Twist cried out indignently. "hearin evrytng u say /:-( !"

"Maybe it's not her." Dot suggested looking hopeful. "Maybe someone hacked her account, possibly someone a little more inclined to keep me alive and unmolested."

"Here's hoping." Yakko agreed. "I'm sick of doing death scenes with you."

"Try it from my end!"

Yakko looked up from the laptop screen and gave her a solemn look. "I would in a heartbeat if it kept you from having to go through it."

Dot's expression went all soft as Twist turned to give Wakko a hard stare.

"thtz teh kind ov relatonshp we r sposed 2 has." She told him bitterly.

Wakko shrugged helplessly. "But I don't know you."

She could only 'harrumph' and turn away.

"This still doesn't answer our question of what we're supposed to do next." Yakko muttered. "At this point we don't even know if it's actually her writing this. It doesn't fit her usual style."

"Or any of our other fic writers' usual style." Dot added. "Four pages in and there's still not a plot to be found."

Yakko considered for a long moment, idly drumming his fingers on the keyboard. "You know, the author lives in Orlando. And if I remember correctly it's been a while since we've been to Florida."

Dot's eyebrows shot up. "You're not saying..."

Yakko nodded, a lopsided grin spreading across his face. "If the plot won't come to us, then we have no other choice than to go to the plot. Pack your bags sibs ...and Twist, 'cause we are going to Florida!"