Hey, y'all! This is Spyrorocks here, ready for my Animaniacs fanfiction!
Okay, so you know how Skippy has had no mention of his parents, and only seems to live with his Aunt Slappy? Well, guess who decided to make his backstory ANG-STY?
Disclaimer: Steven Spielberg is the owner of the Animaniancs, not me. Although I'd love to write for the Animaniacs reboot, because I've got so many great ideas.
Now, time for Skippy and Slappy!
It was a bright, sunny day in Burbank, California. In a nearby park, four toon kids were playing an intense game of basketball, with an older toon sitting on a nearby bench.
Three toons looked alike, as though they were siblings. The tallest had tan pants, the smallest had slightly feminine features, her ears tied up with a flower hair tie, a pink skirt, and the middle boy had a red hat and a blue shirt. The fourth toon was a brown-furred squirrel, and there was a second, gray-furred squirrel sitting on the bench nearby, napping.
"Skippy, heads up!" said the hat wearer, Wakko. He dribbled the ball, faking out his sister Dot, then passing it to the squirrel. Skippy grabbed the ball, then dribbled from side to side. Running up to the net, he threw the ball. It balanced on the rim for a few seconds, before falling into the net.
"Alright!" he shouted, pumping his fist. Turning to the bench, he grinned excitedly. "Didja see me, Aunt Slappy?"
"Yeah, I saw," she replied, smiling. Skippy grinned, then went back to playing. Slappy sighed contently, leaning back on the bench.
Nothing could interrupt this day.
"Pinky, hurry up with that test tube! The formula is at a boil!"
Turning back to the concoction, the Brain quickly began stirring again. All he needed was a drop of mercury, and soon the mind-controlling vapor would be complete! Then, he would finally take over the world!
"Here's the test tube, Brain! Narf!" Pinky shouted, running over quickly with the silver liquid.
Running a bit too quickly for Brain's liking.
"Pinky, be careful with that!" he warned. But it was too late. Pinky tripped, and the test tube shattered, spilling mercury all over the counter. Brain darted over to his companion, who was currently laying in mercury and giggling. "Pinky, go rinse off right away. The last thing I need is for you to get mercury poisoning."
"Righty-oh, Brain! Zort!" he replied, going over to the sink to rinse off. Brain decided to wash off as well. He grabbed a washcloth and began rinsing it. Wiping off the mercury covered parts of his body, he was vaguely aware of a door opening.
"If you're looking for Dr. Scratchansniff, he's in the building across the street," he called over his shoulder, drying off.
"I'm looking for someone else, actually," the stranger replied, stepping inside. Brain turned to look at the stranger. Funny, the stranger looked like-
Brain dropped the towel he was holding.
"Something wrong?" the stranger asked. The Brain blinked, then shook his head.
"No. It's just...you look very similar to someone I know," he replied, startled. Just then, he heard some humming from behind him. He turned and saw Pinky coming over, drying off as he did. He then noted their guest, and gasped.
"Egad, Brain! He looks just like-" he began, right before Brain clamped his mouth shut.
"Forgive my friend. He doesn't have much of a social filter," he told the visitor. He shrugged.
"Hey, no problem," he replied, shrugging. He then walked over to the shelves. "So, anyway, I'm looking for a friend of mine. Her name is Slappy Squirrel, and she has a nephew. Do you know where to find them?"
Brain was (rightfully) suspicious.
"How do you know all of this?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. The visitor looked over awkwardly.
"Her and I are...close," he replied, shuffling his feet. This did not alleviate Brain's suspicions.
"Alright, I'll tell you...right after a DNA test," the mouse replied. The stranger nodded.
"Alright, that's fair," he replied. He then plucked out a bit of his fur, and handed it to Brain. The mouse nodded, then turned away.
There was something familiar about this stranger...
...And he had the feeling he knew what.
Skippy dribbled the ball, dashing past Dot, and threw the ball. It didn't go in, but Wakko did manage to grab the ball and pass it towards Skippy. Skippy was on high alert. Nothing could distract-.
"Skippy!"
Suddenly, two unfamiliar arms were wrapped around him. Startled, the squirrel let the ball hit the pavement below. He could practically feel the Warner siblings' confused stares fixed on him.
"Oh, I'm so glad I found you! You look so much like your mom. I mean, look at all that bushy fur!"
Panicking, Skippy tried to squirm away.
"Aunt Slappy! Help!" he shouted, now in a full on panic.
Slappy sighed, in a rare moment of peace. It was days like this she could really appreciate. Those lazy, chill kind of days where nothing could go wrong, and nothing urgent was happening-
"Aunt Slappy! Help!"
And with that, Slappy was up and running.
Swinging her purse, she managed to hit the stranger without looking, and, with an oomph, the stranger was down for the count.
"Hey, what's the big-" she began, right before stopping.
This guy reminds me of...
...No way. It can't be.
The stranger got up and dusted himself off. On his left shoulder were two mice.
"Brain? Pinky?" she asked, stunned. What were they doing here?
"Hi, Slappy!" Pinky said, cheerfully waving at her. At this point, everyone had gathered around to see what the commotion was. With all the eyes on her, she shook her head to clear out the clouds in her head.
"What're you two doing here?" she asked, confused. The Brain, who had been dusting himself off, quickly straightened up.
"Well, this stranger asked about your whereabouts," the Brain explained, gesturing to the stranger, whose shoulder he was still on. "To make sure he wasn't some sort of criminal, I did a quick DNA test, and the results were...shocking, to say the least."
"You mean..." Slappy began, not daring to finish the sentence for fear she might be wrong. Skippy walked closer to the group.
"What does he mean, Aunt Slappy?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. Brain, startled, turned to Skippy as though he forgot the child was there. Brain cleared his throat, then looked him in the eye, giving a very serious look.
"Skippy, meet your father."
How's THAT for a starter? Sorry if it seemed a little slow. Things pick up a bit later on.
Anyway, the next chapter is going to be more Slappy based, how she feels about Skippy's dad showing up, and a hint about Skippy's mom. Warning: there will be a bit of violence, but that's what happens when your write for Slappy Squirrel. Violence, cartoon or otherwise, is unavoidable.
Well, I'm gonna be writing a bunch more fics besides this, maybe a few sickfic, maybe a few normal fics. It all depends on my mood.
Anyways, read, like, review, all that good stuff! Laters!