Me: Hi.
Yakko: It's you .
Wakko: The girl with an obsession with cakes .
Me: yup.
Yakko: Her work looks worse than Slappy's brain food.
Dot: Be nice to her she's new at this. Boys go fig.
Me: Plus this is the prologue is suppose to be confusing...I think...NOW I'M CONFUSED!
Wakko: Mama?
Yakko: That was pointless.
Dot: That's the point of this all.
Me: Anyways nothing belongs to me except for OCs, all rights belongs to WB
Dot: R&R
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Prologue
It was a stormy night, a mysterious toon holding a five year old child, a three year old toddler and a two months old infant, roaming the streets of acmetown. The figure felt her eyes water because of what she was about to do, she loosened her grip on the five year old and left him on someone's doorstep, and rung the doorbell before running into an alley, leaving the dazed child alone shivering in the rain, confused why his mother left him, until a certain toon shoemaker and his wife saw him. The shoemaker name was Peter the panda and his wife Honey the bear, they both stared at the little boy with black fur surrounding his white face and a bright red nose shaking in fear and coldness, they smiled at him kindly and led him in the house. The kind couple always wanted a child and treated him as if he was their own as they tried to bathe him they found something shiny in his tattered slacks, only to realized it was a pocket watch with something engraved on it: Yakko .
As the mysterious figure left her son behind, she could feel tears streaming down her face, it was cruel but it was the only option. One down three more to go she thought. She looked at her half unconscious toddler and smiled slightly, the toddler has his tongue hung out of his mouth, but that smile vanished quickly as the thought of losing the rest of her children made her heart wrench. She left a bag with the toddler and knocked on the door of a butcher, and vanished. Instead of the butcher, a homeless man took pity on the little toon boy and scooped him up and carried him to his temporary home. He put the toddler into a cardboard box and a covered him in a worn towel he found. The man pried of the bag from the toddler, it has some stitching on it, it spelt W-A-L-L-Y but instead the man mistaken it for W-A-K-K-O. The homeless man Ralph smiled at his new son Wakko.
The figure was sobbing uncontrollably as she left her daughter Angelina on the doorstep of a rich woman, her daughter was squirming to get back to her mother, the figure put her own necklace around the baby, after that she rung the bell and left heartbroken.
Marian, slightly irritated from being woken from her sleep went to open her front door and found a beautiful baby girl left in the rain, she quickly dried her by the fireplace in her house and the baby giggled in response, she cooed at the sight of the baby and decided a name for her Dorothy, the name of her great grandmother and also the letter on the necklace a big D. She put the baby in a spare bed and started humming a tune:
Twinkle twinkle wishing star
How I wonder where you are
Up in space so bright and clear
can you see me way down here...
The mysterious figure has done what she could for her children, and now to face harsh reality as she turned to the broken house she called home, a deep voice boomed through the windows a drunken man with a broken wine bottle came out ...
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Yakko: That was short and trashy.
Me: Hey, I can't get better overnight.
Wakko: Be patient with her, she isn't going to get any better any time soon.
Dot: Yeah you could've done better
Me: I'll try my best to write another within next two weeks.
Wakko: Let's hope she gets better.
Together: Please R&R
Yakko: We wanna keep our job. *wink wink*
Me: crazykidwithanobsessionwithcakes out.
Me :P.S. The plot is like Sonic underground, I got my idea from them. But its different from it.
