Howdy, guys! Welcome to my second ever Animaniacs Fanfiction! This one will be a multichapter! Feedback is welcomed and much needed (just please don't be mean about it :/ keep it constructive!) and if they at any time seem out of character let me know and I'll work harder at making them believable! I also want to say that I know the plot of a character going missing has been used before in many fanfics for Animaniacs as well as many different shows/books/ect...but come on guys plots can be rescued. As a movie critic who's name escapes me once said: there is no such thing as an original plot anymore. And lastly I want to give a warm thank you to my dear dear friend (and soul twin) Sydney for proofreading this chapter for me. Loves and hugs!
Another sunny day in Burbank, California. The skies were clear, the birds sang, a rocket containing three toons shot from the Warner Bros. tow-wait, what? Yes indeed, it was that time of day again. The Warners had made another overblown exit from their water tower home.
As they rode across the sky, Yakko Warner sat up front piloting while his sibs cheered. All three wore the hats typical of fighter pilots."Brace yourselves!" Yakko cried into a walkytalky he pulled from nowhere. "Sound stage 4 at twleve-o-clock!"
"But it's only 9:30," Wakko answered, looking at a comically large pocket watch he too had pulled from nowhere. Yakko looked to the imaginary audience with an eyes-half-closed expression. "Middle kid syndrome," he says to no one in particular, pointing his thumb at Wakko.
As the rocket zoomed closer to sound stage 4, the siblings all closed their eyes, concentrating their toonish talents to make their bodies rubbery as they hit the wall of the building. They were flung from the rocket to the ground, bouncing safely about fifteen feet away. "Again! Again! Again!" Wakko and Dot chanted. Yakko drew himself to full height, dusting himself off. "Maybe another time, sibs. I can only almost become a smudge on the wall so many times in one morning."
Yes indeed, it was time for another day of zany antics that only the Warner trio could provide, starting with their appointment with Scratchy.
This was going to be fun-for the Warners.
They were making their way to the good ol' doc's office when Wakko stopped dead in his tracks. He sniffed the air, detecting something delicious. The source of the wonderful scent was a churro stand right outside the gate. Wakko instantly hopped a foot in the air with his lopsided, tongue-sticking-out grin and made ready to zoom over, only to be caught in midair by Yakko. He grabbed Wakko by the collar of his sweater, dangling him in the air. "Aahhhh...Wakko. You're thinking with your stomach again. You know not to try to zoom off by yourself." Wakko looked back and forth from the churro stand to his brother, who was still holding him in the air, whimpering like a sad puppy. "But Yakko!" Yakko shook his head. "No buts, brother sibling. We have places to be. We'll get you a snack after we ransa-aaaahh I mean visit Scratchy's office, okay?"
Wakko looked once more to the churro stand before crossing his arms and pouting. "Fine," he relented. Yakko released him and they continued on their way. Why doesn't Yakko trust me by myself, anyways? Wakko thought bitterly to himself. I can go places alone...I've got just as much Toon Talent as he does! But he knew not to complain. Yakko was the oldest, and he had to listen to him if he didn't want a lecture.
Yakko was too good at those.
"GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT!"
Dr. Scratchnsniff kicked the siblings out of the door of the psychiatry building. Yet another successful session.
The Warners landed in a seated position on the sidewalk. Yakko flashed his siblings a smirk. "Scratchy seems to be having some anger problems. He should go see his own p-sychiatrist." As if in answer, the doctor could be heard screaming in anger and frustration, followed by what sounded like crying. "Poor Dr. Scratchnsniff," Dot said. "The pressures of a celebrity shrink are finally getting to him."
Yakko jumped to his feet, pulling his siblings up with him and turning to Wakko. "Now, as I am a toon of my word, let's go get you something to eat, brother of mine." Wakko's face lit up with joy. It would seem that the promise of food was all it took for Yakko to be forgiven. The siblings raced through the lot to the studio's cafe. Wakko gorged himself and Dot busied herself with a piece of cake she had managed to nab from Wakko's mountain of food. Yakko was sitting reclined in one of the plastic chairs, his feet resting on the table, watching his brother feast with a contented smile when he noticed something in the window. It looked like a camera taped to a remote control car. He raised an eyebrow as it vanished instantly, as if whoever had been controlling the thing had noticed he had seen it. 'Must be one of The Brain's new schemes. Has he really sunk to Home Alone 3 standards? Oi. What a shame.'
Meanwhile the toy car was speeding behind a sound stage next to the cafe. It stopped at the feet of a man in old dirty brown pants and a shirt that may have been white at one point, but was now splotched with stains of various colors. His hair was long, curly, and kind of ratty. He watched the footage he collected of the three Warners. He payed close attention to Wakko as he devoured the mass amount of food at impressive speed. "So...you're quite the eater. Its almost a spectacle worth paying to see..."
The man chuckled to himself as he picked up the car and carried it along with the camera as he slipped out of the studio. Two other guys, just as dirty as the first, were waiting at the end of the block. "So? Find anything interesting in there?" the taller of the two asked. The curly-haired man nodded with a mean-spirited grin. "Sure did." He showed them the video he had taken, pointing to Wakko. "The studio harbors some interesting toonish freaks."
The shorter, fatter man cocked his head. "What even is he, anyway?" he asked, only to be smacked on the back of the head by the curly-haired man. "Who cares what he is! He's just the type of weird little guy we need. Think of the dough we'd make off him." The other two men pondered this for a moment before matching the curly-haired man's mean smile. "Looks like we've got ourselves a new freak, then."