A/N: Hello everyone! This has been re uploaded to fix a lot of embarrassing spelling and grammar errors I hadn't noticed the first go around. I realized 6000 plus is probably a little too long for a one shot. So I split it in two chapters. Hopefully its a little less terrible now.
Hope you all enjoyed your holiday break! This story has no relation with my "Gang of Four" story, which I'm still fervently trying to finish up by the way. This is something I've had sitting on the back burner ever since I heard about the plans to reboot Animaniacs. If you want to know my opinion…. We'll just read and find out.
"What?!" The water tower rumbled and shook when the Warners yelled that word. Dr. Scratchensniff could do nothing but flinch at their response.
"A reboot?! Of our show?" Wakko asked.
"Our show?!" Yakko pressed on.
"When were you going to tell us?" Dot grabbed at his sweater. Scratchensniff could barely get a word in edge wise when the Warners clambered on top of him for more answers.
"Agh! Vill you kids calm down?!" Scratchensniff placed them back on the floor.
"It took twenty years, a bazillion conventions, miles of fan fics, and tons of boring fan mail, but it's finally here!" Yakko jumped for joy.
"I just hope people will still think l'm cute!" Dot gushed in excitement, which was countered by an eye roll from Yakko.
"Where did you find out about this anyway?" Wakko asked.
"Actually, Mr. Plotz told me" Scratchensniff admitted. The siblings grins faltered when they heard that name.
"Exsqueeze, did you say, Mr. Plotz?" Yakko asked. A skeptic frown plastered on his face. This made no sense. Their show "Animaniacs", had earned a growing pool of fans that continued to admire the Warners to this very day. Mr. Plotz was not one of them.
"Yes."
"Mr. Plotz? Mr. 'Get those Warners out of here!' Plotz? That one?!"
"Yes"
"And you are telling us the reason our show might go back on, is because of him?"
"Vell, yess…" Scratchensniff began to explain. Then he realized where this conversation was going. "No vait, don't…!"
"Onward siblings! To the office!" Yakko pointed out the front door. One by one, the Warners dived off a diving board installed to the tower's guardrail. Despite there not being a body of water for miles, Scratchensniff heard three distinct splashes. Suddenly, he remembered a small detail he should have noticed when Plotz mentioned the news to him.
A reboot of Animaniacs, but no mention of Spielberg and Ruegger?
In no time at all, the Warners were just outside of Mr. Plotz's office door. Brief chatter could be heard from inside. And in classic predictable fashion, Plotz had locked the door shut. The Warners peeked inside the door's keyhole. They could faintly see Plotz, and two other people they didn't recognize.
"Time for a crowbarred reference!" Yakko commented. The trio morphed into a vat of pink goo and slid underneath the door frame. When they reformed, their favorite CEO was staring right at them front behind his desk. And he was far from pleased.
"What did I tell you about coming in here unannounced?!" the small man yelled at them.
"Don't forget to wipe your feet?" Wakko wondered.
"Only do it if you're the Kool-Aid Man?' Dot added.
Plotz slapped a hand to his burning face. The Warners giddily prepared for his usual spiel as he rose from his seat.
"You three get out of here or else I'll...!" Plotz stopped mid-sentence. He sat back down. "Actually, why don't you three stay?" his tone dropped by several octaves. The Warners frowned in unison, understandably taken aback by this.
"Wait, really?" Wakko asked.
"No kidding?" said Dot.
"What's going on Plotz?" Yakko demanded, crossing his arms.
"Nothing, Nothing! I want you three to meet our guests" Plotz said, smiling at them. He never smiled. The Warners turned around to see the guests he was talking about.
Standing before the trio were two clean cut guys in dark gray suits. The first one adjusted his thick rimmed sunglasses, ones that would make the average hipster jealous. He gave that pained toothy grin usually reserved for veteran game show hosts. The man held out his hand. Yakko complied with hesitation when he reached out and shook it.
"Terry Pander" a sharp tenor voice came out of him. Terry glanced up the second man next to him. This heavyset person had Terry beat by few inches in height, and a noticeable bald spot in the back of his head. He shook each of the other two sibling's hands before introducing himself.
"Gillman Rating" came a cracking voice that sounded like it just breached puberty.
"So who are they, rejected runaway models for Nordstrom?" Yakko asked Plotz, ignoring the men's chagrined frowns.
"These two are network executives, Yakko" Plotz confirmed.
"We wanted to talk to your boss about reviving your show..." Terry answered. "But we're more than happy to have the stars of the show sit in, if they'd like."
"Well in that case...!" Yakko exclaimed, his suspicions faded instantly. He pulled out a green couch and plopped it in the middle of the room. He and his siblings sat down. "Fire away!"
The executive clasped his hands together with a smug grin.
"Okay, okay! So first off, how much did you enjoy working on the show?"
"About as much as the Kardashian love plastic surgery" Dot retorted.
"Good, Good! But let me ask you something. If you had the power to direct the show, would you have done anything differently?"
The trio pondered this question, resting a finger underneath their chins and then under their noses in perfect synchronization. It was a full ten seconds before they replied. "We don't know".
"Wasn't our show fine the way it was?" Wakko asked.
"Well... yeah, we know that. But let's pretend that doesn't exist for a moment." Terry shrugged.
"So, aren't you familiar with the saying, if it ain't broke don't fix it?" Yakko arched at eyebrow at him.
"But we're not trying to fix the show, we're enhancing it. Making it better!" The eldest Warner looked at his younger siblings for a moment before he turned back to him.
"How?" he asked.
