Dot smiled as she felt the air on her face, cool and crisp. This was one of the few moments she really enjoyed. The lot was, for once, quiet. Her brothers were otherwise occupied (though doing what, she felt she didnt really want to know) and she'd just finished a deliciously vindictive session with the new studio shrink. She grinned, a wicked glint in her eye. It was funny to watch the new guy fluster as he looked up every one of her responses in his textbooks, her dry wit lost on him.
It wasn't that she disliked the new guy. She was pretty sure she treated him no worse than Scratchensniff. Well, maybe a little... but she was just trying to suss him out, and have a little fun with him... The new psychioatrist, one Dr. Martin Glasscock, had just graduated med school. Poor guy, got a job at Warner Brothers studio, replacing the (now retuired Dr Otto Scratchensniff and was given the Warners as some of his first patients. As young as he may have been, he looked younger, always flustered and polite and totally out of his depth. She grinned, remembering his first encounter with the psychiatric nurse. Everyone had been rather upset by Scratchy's retirement, and had tried to act as normal (or whatever the equivalent for that was here) around the new guy, to help him fit in. Of course, their first session wasn't exactly easy on poor Dr Glasscock's nerves...
Dot and her brothers had entered his room, still pretty much the same as Scratchy left it. And they were still very much as Scratchy had left them (i.e. small furry bundles of cuteness and energy). Of course, they had entered with a three part"hello" harmony, and begun to serenade his welcome.
"Hello to our new doctor
Who tries to fix our minds
Watch out p-sychiatrist
You don't know what you'll find!
It might be some fluff
Or a bit of old gum
It may even be dynamite...
You're now our special chum! Yay!"
"Ah, you must be... the... umm... warner children, is... is that correct?" A pair of gigantic eyes peeked out from behind a pile of text books and three big binder files. Yakko had grinned, standing close by the side of his chair and reading over his shoulder.
"Wow mister, how'd you know that?"
"Are you a psychic?" Dot had giggled. "A p-sychic p-sychiatrist!" Before collapsing into a fit of giggles.
"A psychic?" Wakko had climbed over the top of his chair, looking him in the eye upside down. "Hey mister, can you read my mind?"
"Wakko, i'm pretty sure you can't read your mind, let alone this guy." Yakko had grinned, poking his tongue out at his brother.
Dr Martin had of course been taken aback by this, and tried to usher them over to the couch, to sit down.
"Now, now, I'm not a psychic, I just have... have your files..." He was a rather nervous, baby-faced little man, and Dot almost felt bad for winding him up... almost. But then, when you're destined to be a cute looking "whatever" and seven years old forever, having fun messing with people is one of the few things you can get away with.That was her excuse, she was sure Yakko had an excuse too, because the next words out of his mouth had been
"Hey mac, are those textbooks there for reference or in case you have trouble seeing over the table?"
They had giggled, and the doctor had blushed a little, before frantically leafing through his files, holding up one finger.
"Ahaahaa!" He exclaimed, pushing his glasses up his nose and staring over at Yakko. "You... you must be Yakko, yes? the eldest? I see..." He mumbled something and scribbled notes frantically. the warners had raised eyebrows at each other.
"Ex-queeze me, mr p-sychic?" Yakko was watching the curious little man with a look of joy, knowing that this guy would provide him endless entertainment for who knew how long. "YOu know who we are, but if you don't mind my asking, who are you?"
"Oh, so, so sorry..." The little man stammered again, looking up and clutching the files to his chest, smiling broadly. "I'm Doctor Martin Glasscock-"
"Hold it!" Yakko was trying to keep a straight face, and failing. "Could you hold that thought for one second?" He turned to his siblings, and stroked his chin. "Well sibs, we have a conundrum."
"There's a vast array of shoe-related puns we could make... but the surname.."
"The surname is too obvious, it practically mocks itself." Dot had chimed in, shaking her head. "I say we go for the shoes, its not as predictable, and plus i'm pretty sure theres only so many times we can insult the word "Glasscock before we get in trouble for being too mature."
"A fair point." Yakko had nodded.
"The shoes it is." Wakko had grinned, tongue lolling out the side of his mouth.
"Sorry about that." Yakko had turned to the rather baffled looking doctor. "So, doc, got anything in a size eleven and a half?"
"Just how much stomping can your boots stand?"
"Boots really aren't my thing... do you have anything with a slim heel or ribbon round the edge?"
"Ah... no, I see what you're doing...Comedy..." Doctor Martin had struggled to remain looking like he was in control. "Yes, I've seen this before... in... one of my books..." He rummaged through the pile, finding the correct book. "Now, you use comedy to distract from the real issue, its a sort of passive agressive function... Part of a want to destroy-"
"Mister, if we wanted to destroy, we wouldn't be telling jokes!" Wakko had laughed before grinning wickedly.
"No, If we wanted to destroy, we'd be doing this!" at which all three of them had taken off, Tazmanian devil style, whizzing round the room and bouncing (literally) off the walls.
"Help!" Doctor Martin had whimpered from behind his overturned chair. "Nurse! Anyone! Please, help..."
Queue the blond bombshell known to the Warner Brothers as...
"Hellooo nurse..." Both boys were stopped in their tracks, melted to the floor.
"The psychiatrist had, of course, begun to scribble and reference. Dot had stopped him from writing, shaking her head.
"Theres no psychological babble to be found here. Men." She shrugged. "Go fig."
"Now..." The nurse smiled her gooiest, most pouty smile yet. "Why dont you be good little children for the new doctor and take yourselves a seat on the couch."
Mindless drones one and two, more formally known as her brothers, willingly obliged. Dot, grudgingly, followed suite, but soon found herself in fits of silent hysterics as she noticed the doctor's glasses fogging considerably as he mumbled a very garbled thanks to the nurse, trying to meet her eye contact without looking directly at her. The nurse left with several metre-wide swings of her hips, and the door slammed shut behind her. All three love-sick puppies had sighed, and slowly dragged themselves back to the world of reality. Unfortunately, porr doctor martin just wasn't quik enough, and the boys caught him staring at the closed door, mouths slightly open.
"Eew!" Wakko had giggled, pointing. "Mister, you're drooling!"
"And now you see why I get a little anoyed sometimes.
"Oh come on Dot, we're not as bad as that... are we?"
And so the rest of the session had continued in a similar vein.
Dot was dragged back to the present, the cool crisp evening air and the quiet film lot by a sudden burst of laughter from the room behind her. She turned to look back inside the water tower, and saw Yakko sat at the computer. Some things, like their age, their appearance and their accomodation hadn't changed since they stopped making series of Animaniacs. Technology, on the other hand, had, and so the tower had been silently fitted with a computer and broadband internet, just to keep the Warners out of the way. It had worked, briefly, before they figured attempting to escape and get their cartoons back on the air was far more fun. Dot entered warily, looking at Yakko.
"Now, Yakko. Are you looking at something genuinely funny or am I going to have to ask the powers that be to block certain sites again?"
"I don't know what you mean..." Yakko grinned, feigning innocence as Dot walked up to the computer beside him.
"You haven't been innocent since 1945, Yakko." She shot casually, reading what was on the screen. "What are you looking at?"
"Videos from some animation convention or something, last month here in L.A. Look at thhose guys on the panel, I don't envy their jobs."
"Rob Paulsen... do I know him?"
"Yeah, we met one time. Him and two others, the actors they hired to pretend to be us."
"Oh yeah..." Dot vaguely remembered meeting them, in the early nineties when they had been recording for the show. "I still don't get why they had to hire them in the first place."
"Because, the studio couldn't let slip they've had a real life Toon Town hiding behind a disused soundstage for 70 years, can they? People would think they're crazy, or try to find it... Besides, they've been in an agreement with all the film studios since it was discovered, they all have access to Toon Town, no one says a word about it."
"Suppose." Dot shrugged. "I wnder what it's like these days... Do you ever want to go back there?"
"Not really." Yakko snorted, looking back at the computer screen. "Its kind of a big fish, little pond scenario. Why give up what we've got here to be any other average joes in Toon Town?"
"You're a lot of things, Yakko." Dot sighed, shaking her head as she watched her brother. "But I don't think you've ever been average. Why are you looking at these guys any way?"
"Because. They're imitating us all the time, trying to be like us... God, how is this guy not sick of that song? I sang it once and hated it, butI'm starting to wonder if he knows anything but... I bet if you just said a country, he could carry on from there..."
"Unless it was the Czech republic or Lithuania..."
"Shut up."
Dot grinned to herself, and was about to continue winding him up, when a bolt of blue lightning shot through the open tower door, before tripping on a discarded baseball cap, tumbling head first onto the couch and falling off again, alnding on the floor between Yakko and Dot. The looked down at their rather disshevelled brother.
"I'll give you six points for the aerial somersault but three for the landing." Yakko muttered, about to turn back to the screen.
"Yakko!" Dot scolded, bending down towards her brother. "Thats mean... the somersault was at least worth eight." Se grinned, before stepping over him towards the kitchen.
"I got them!" Wakko leapt to his feet, grabbing Dot's wrist and spinning her round. Dot stumbled away dizzy, leaning on the back of Yakko's chair for support. Yakko looked at his brother.
"Got what? Milk? Awards? Fleas?"
"The tickets!"
"Still lost, Wakko."
"I won the competition! I got the tickets! We're flying first class to England!"