I started small…
"Toons are a menace!"
"This guys a hack!" was the younger boys annoyed replied.
"Yeah we're the menace, that guy should take a long look in the mirror" girl scoffed.
"This is what they call a genius? People will believe anybody in a lab coat." The older boy rolled his eyes.
We didn't know what a few words do, what it could change, what could it start. Everyone, all of us gave just it a passing glance and nothing more.
"I say we put them where they belong: Toontown. I'm even partial to dipping them. Gets rid of the problem all together."
"He doesn't mean it, right Yakko?" the girl in fear, the younger boy was scared too, but he wasn't going to say so. He was going to be brave.
"Of course not sibs. I mean, who would listen to this guy? He's a complete nut job."
I can't believe that they let it go so far.
"In local news: A group of toons have been seen rioting all over California and six other states."
"Yakko I'm scared." The girl hid behind the older boy trembling slightly.
"Shh I know. It'll die down soon."
They did the most awful thing to an innocent man.
"An example will be made of Mister Foghorn Leghorn, to tell all toons that no matter who you are, you are not above the law."
"Are they really going to dip him?" The young boy spoke up, the girl just forced to bed after the head line 'Foghorn gets the Dip' was announced.
"Of course not Wakko."
He was innocent! He didn't do anything! Then it was those damn collars!
"For safety reason; every toon will be issued a special collar; this will suspend the use of any toon skill. If they try to take it off without the proper key, a small shock will be administered."
"Come on Wakko, wake up! Please! I told you not to try and take your collar off! Please wake up!" The older boy yelled to the unconscious younger boy. The girl just stared crying.
I tried to take him to the hospital, they wouldn't let us pass the front doors. After he thankfully woke up, he was never the same.
Then they locked us away. They locked everyone away!
"With toon's becoming more and more aggressive we have not choice, but to lock them up in Toontown."
The line was a mile long; each and every toon there was getting re-registered into Toontown.
Up next was a brown mouse and grey cat. The two boys and girl were four behind them.
"Names?"
"Uh mac, they can't talk." The grey rabbit behind them said.
"Names." The man demanded.
"They can't talk." A black mouse repeated.
"Names!" The man ordered.
The cat and mouse didn't reply. How were they supposed to?
"Alright, that's it!" The man then spoke into the radio clipped on his shirt. "I've got a few uncooperative toon here." The man sounded almost amused.
After that, there was a lot of screaming and pushing: Four toons dead, six wounded. We barely got out of the crowd in time.
If that wasn't enough, after the lock up they began to take innocent toons from their homes. Just because they could!
After you were taken no one saw you again.
And that's where it started for me…
When they made the biggest mistake of their lives and got me involved.