If you read the original first chapter, sorry for the confusion! I wanted to start this sequel off good and the original first chapter was so not what you guys deserved in a first chapter! So here it is, the new and improved chapter one! Leave a review and tell me what you think. If you are seeing this for the first time, welcome and also leave a review! Happy reading! And yes they sing the same piano rag that they do in the episode Piano Rag ^-^ In the universe my stories are set in, the Warners dont have a TV show so I work stuff from the show into the stories as if its the first time they ever happen.

It was well after midnight in Burbank, California. The citizens of the city, most of them that is, were all in their beds sound asleep.

However, in a small pub downtown, a small gaggle of men were convened. They went about their business, laughing and carrying on, until they were joined by another man who was reading the headline of that morning's newspaper and shaking his head in disgust.

"Would you fellas get a load of this?"

The man drops the paper on the center of the table. In bolded letters, the headline read: TOON PROTECTION POLICY OFFICIALLY PUT INTO PLACE.

You see, a little over one year prior, a scandal left the executives of both Disney and Warner Bros. Studios in a state of outrage. A carnival, run by a man by the name of Mike Duvaal, held Toons (either abducted off the street or kidnapped from their own studios) against their will to put on a freakshow. In the show, each one of them put on distasteful and degrading acts, usually causing themselves pain, for the entertainment of humans. After Mike was caught and the carnival was shut down for good, the Board of Directors from each studio made sure it was the headline in every paper in the district. Once news of this scandal reached the ears of a few Pro-Toon groups, the State of California was expected to act.

And act it did. It took a year of debates, votes, re-counts, and tie breakers but the new policy was put into place. As of that day, every Toon in the state of California was considered equal to humans. They were protected by the same laws and would be treated as such. It was a time for celebration among the Toons. Times were changing.

Unfortunately, as we all know, times may change...but mentality does not. As we can plainly see here.

One of the men scoffed. "I'll never understand what this world's coming to. Who made these Toons? Humans! It's like animals being given the right to vote. It just don't make sense."

"What does a Toon care about politics? They weren't made to think. They weren't even supposed to exist!"

"You'd think we meant for them to just up and start walking around..."

The men continued to mutter to themselves as another person entered the pub. A dirty man with shaggy hair and sort of a gut. A bitter glint in his eye. Once that used to be raking in thousands a night but now wandering around looking for his next meal.

He sat there for a few minutes just listening to the men complain. One of them pokes the paper as he speaks.

"Someone outta remind these Inkspots of their place!"

The new arrival chuckled, and finally spoke.

"You know what they say, if you want something done right...do it yourself."

The group of men eyed the newcomer.

"What are you saying exactly?"

"I'm saying we do just as you suggested. Remind these Inkspots of their place."

One of the men looked curiously at the newcomer. "How are we supposed to do that? These Toons are protected by the law now."

"True. However, last I checked, the law has to prove that you did anything." The newcomer leans back in his chair with a mean smirk. "And I've spent the last year in jail thinking up ways the law would never even find out..."

The group was quiet, thinking this over, before one speaks. "Who are you anyway?"

"The names, Mike."

"Well, Mike, I like your thinking." The other men nod in agreement, all looking pleased. "What's your plan, exactly?"

Mike's smrik grows. "We need to send a message. Make an example out of one of their own."

"Got any Toons in mind?"

Mike's face goes from a smirk to an evil grin. "Three."

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"Twas a guy named Joe from Kokimo, playing that piano rag!"

Yakko sang along to the upbeat ragtime tune he and his siblings played on a piano in one of the sounstages. They had been running around the lot after another successful (at least in their opinion) session with Dr. Scratchnsniff when they heard some jerk of a director yelling at his crew. When they remarked that he was being a grouch and should lighten up, they were thrown out on their butts. As usual, the Warners had decided to administer some good, old fashioned justice in the form of making as much trouble for the guy as they could. While tormenting the director, Yakko had noticed the piano and decided they should play the people a song.

Yakko spun the chair right before Wakko started singing.

"He banged the keys with his head and his knees, playing that piano rag!"

The director was red in the face, calling security and demanding the siblings be removed from the set as Dot sang her line.

"He twiddled with his toes and he diddled with his nose, playing that piano rag!"

The three of them put their arms around each others shoulders and swayed in time to the music and finished the song together.

"And when the day was done he had some fun, playing that piano rag!"

A couple of the crew members clapped, but the director looked like his head was about to explode. As the Warners gave a bow. Ralph kicked the door open, holding a net and glaring at the trio.

"Yikes!" They exclaim.

"Looks like thats our cue to split, sibs." Yakko says. He turns to the crew "In the words of a famous pig: T-t-t-t-thats all folks!"

With that, Yakko and his sibs ran for it. Ralph, still surprisingly able to keep up for a man his size, tailed them.

The Warners sped down the line of sounstages, zigzagging in and out of various sets, before coming to a dead end. They blinked. Yakko scratches his head for a moment before a light bulb appeared over him. He motiones for Wakko and Dot to follow him and ran right up the wall.

They reached the roof of one of the soundstages just as Ralph caught up. The security guard stood there, dumbfounded. "Hey...where'd those kidses goes?"

"Oh Raaaaalph~ "

"Huh?" Ralph looked up as a large shadow fell across him. His eyes widened. "Oh no's..."

An anvil landed right on top of him. The Warners ran off, giving Ralph the slip. They made it all the way to the water tower and zoomed up the ladder and right through the door.

"You know, sibs," Yakko says, slamming the tower shut. "It's getting so easy to outrun Ralph it almost isn't fun anymore." Yakko smirks at an imaginary camera. "Almost." He emphasises, his eyebrow cocked.

Wakko and Dot both run for the sofa to try and beat the other to the remote. The two younger Warners become engulfed in a cloud of dust as they fight over who gets to decide the channel.

"Gimme it, Wakko! Baywatch is on!"

"You got it last time! I want to watch the Don Knotts marathon!"

"You have it all on tape!"

"It's about the experience!"

Yakko causally walks over to his siblings and nonchalantly reaches between them, plucking the remote from both their hands.

"Sorry, but I'm deciding the channel tonight."

Wakko and Dot glare at him, arms crossed.

"Why do YOU get the remote?" Dot pouts.

"Because, sister sibling, I'm the oldest" Yakko leans in, his face in Dot's. "Which means I have the longest limbs." He adds, dangling the remote over his siblings, who cant reach due to their respective sizes.

Yakko turns his back and flips on the TV. Wakko and Dot look at Yakko, then each other, then nod once.

"ATTACK!"

The two of them pounce upon Yakko and and tackle him to the floor. Thus began a literal war for the remote. Bombs flew, rockets fired, it was insanity. Soon, however, they each ran out of things to fire at one another and reduced to old fashioned wrestling for the control. In the struggle, the remote flipped through the channels until:

"Trouble in Burbank today as a rally protesting the newly implemented Toon Protection Policy turns violent."

The three of them froze in midair, Yakko holding Dot away from him by the scruff of her neck, and Wakko biting onto Yakko's tail. They dropped to the floor and scrambled up to their feet.

"What did she say?" Wakko asked. Dot shushed him as the three kept their eyes glued to the TV. Yakko attempted to keep a straight face as he listened. He hated the news even on a good day. It bored him to tears. Today however, he was uneasy.

"-thousands in property damage as well as injuries suffered from both rally members and passerby. In addition, physical threats have been made to the city's Toons, warning them to stay inside their lots, or else. It is clear that this new policy wont be easily accepted. Toons and humans alike are instructed not to engage in any confrontation with any-"

Yakko turns off the TV and looks down at his siblings. "Who needs the news.?" He asks, trying to seem like none of that had any affect on him. "Nothin but bad news anyways."

Wakko and Dot both look up at Yakko, worry shining in their eyes. Yakko takes them both by the hand and leads them to sit on the couch with him, giving them both a brotherly squeeze. "Guys. Don't worry. Everything's going to be fine." The younger two seemed unsure, but something in the comforting warmth of Yakko's hug put them at ease. Yakko hoped that his words sounded confident, because deep down he was just as worried about what they just seen than his siblings. He gave them both a winning smile. "How's about we watch something less depressing?" Wakko and Dot smile back and nod.

After a few minutes of debating, mostly between Wakko and Dot, the three sat together alternating between Baywatch. anything Don Knotts related, and the Marx brothers.

While Wakko and Dot were completely engrossed in the TV, Yakko's mind was everywhere else. He thought back to the year before when Wakko had been abducted. The sheer panic Yakko had felt. The pain all three of them went through. The things Wakko told them about his captivity. Time had made it nothing but a memory for them, but the news tonight brought it all back for Yakko.

Yakko glanced sideways at his younger brother as he happily watched TV. This whole year, Yakko had been overwhelmed by how proud he was of him. How he managed to stay the same, happy, zany Wakko he knew. Yakko couldn't imagine how hard it had been for the middle Warner sibling. It hadn't all been smooth sailing, Wakko was prone to nightmares for a while and Yakko, while trying to be less controlling and overprotective like he promised, was never able to kick the anxiety he got when one of his siblings went off alone, even just on the lot. After what happened to Wakko, he had come to terms with the fact he would never truly be at ease unless he had tracking chips planted in their heads...but they were just as happy as they have always been.

Yakko smiled a bit to himself as he brought his eyes back to the TV. He shoved the news report out of his mind and just enjoyed the night with his brother and sister. After all. They were safe on the lot. Despite being a public nuisance, there was no way the studio would let anything happen to them.

Wakko bounced around the lot, humming to himself and just enjoying the nice weather. He munched on a jumbo sized chocolate bar, shoving even the wrapper into his mouth.

Suddenly, he hears something that makes him freeze.

Yakko and Dot were yelling in fear.

"Guys?" Wakko says aloud in alarm.

Wakko immediately runs towards the sound of their voices and, turning the corner towards the water tower, he sees something that would made his blood run cold if he had any.

His brother and sister were tied up and dangling over a giant vat of DIP.

"Yakko! Dot! Hold on I'll-"

A nasty laugh cut him off. Wakko looks up and freezes in terror. Mike was standing there with a remote in his hand.

"Did you really think you could beat me so easily?" He laughed. "Let's see how tough you are without your backup!"

All Wakko could do was scream as his siblings were dropped into the vat.

Wakko woke up screaming just as his brother and sister are dropped to their demise. Alarmed, Yakko and Dot both wake up. Yakko instinctively jumped out of bed and climbed up to Wakko's bunk. His eyes widen in shock and worry as he sees Wakko curled up and crying.

"Wakko? What's wrong?" Yakko climbs into the bed and turns his brother over to look at him, holding him by the shoulders. Wakko looks up at his brother before sitting up and throwing his arms around Yakko's waist.

"He was back! He was gonna separate us again. He...he..." Wakko couldn't bring himself to speak about what exactly had happened. It was all just too upsetting to think about.

"Who was back, Wakko?"

"Mike!" Wakko sobs

Yakko shushes his little brother and gives him a warm, comforting hug. "It's okay, sib, it was just a dream. No one is going to seperate us. Especially not Mike. He's in the clink, remember?"

Dot had quietly poked her head up, her little eyes wide with worry for Wakko. She hated hearing him so sad; and she hated seeing Yakko so worried.

Somewhere deep inside her, Dot was angry. Angry at Mike for hurting her brother. For causing so much pain and hardship to her family. Sadness wasn't a good look for them. It wasn't fair.

Wakko slowly began to calm down. Yakko gave him a sporting look. "All dried up?" He asked. Wakko nods, sniffling a little bit.

"You promise he isn't going to separate us again?"

"Wakko. Mike and I have a very clear understanding of what would happen if he comes near us again." Yakko answered with his signature winning smirk. "That being that my mallet is gonna send his big behind into orbit."

Wakko smiled back. Yakko ruffled his head. "Get some shut eye, brother of mine. We got a whole day of zany ahead of us and we all know a Warner cant be zany without their eight hours."

Wakko snuggled back under his blanket. Yakko ushered Dot back to her bunk and made sure she was all nice and tucked in before moving to his own.

Yakko sighed as he pulled his covers over him. Poor Wakko. That news report must have gotten to him more than Yakko had thought. Turning over in his bed, Yakko thought again about what Wakko had been through.

Mike better have the sense to stay away from my sibs. Yakko thought to himself. Or I'll mallet him into next Thursday...

It was the though of turning Mike into a greasy little pancake that brough Yakko the comfort he needed to slip off to sleep. They would be just fine. After all, they always were, weren't they?