Disclaimer: I own nothing. Except the plot...the parts of it that don't take place during the movies, that is.
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A trio of black and white toons were watching a navy blue factory with shocked and horrified looks on their faces.
The youngest, a girl with a pretty pink skirt, a flower bow tying her ears together and traditional white gloves, was, surprisingly, the first to speak. "That's a DIP factory!" She whisper-shouted. For those of you who don't know what DIP is, it is a liquid made of things like paint/ink remover and is the only thing that is capable of killing toons.
"Indeed it is, sister sibling." The eldest grimly replied. He wore baggy beige khaki pants, a black leather belt with a golden buckle along with the same white gloves his sister wore.
"But those are illegal!" The middle sibling protested in his Scouse accent. He was clothed with the same white gloves as his siblings, a blue sweater and a red cap he insisted on wearing backwards.
"Apparently, they didn't get the memo." The eldest replied.
"Besides, Wakko," The youngest added, "rules are meant to be broken."
Wakko shifted uncomfortably, "I know that, Dot but...this is serious."
They all looked back at the factory.
It was hard to argue with that.
The three had come to Kansas to do some tornado watching (Why, you ask? Ehhhhh... 'cause they wanted to know if twisters were related to the game twister? IDK.) but had found this monstrosity instead.
"Its got to go," Dot decided.
"Go where?" Asked a befuddled Wakko. "I thought we were going to get rid of it."
"That's what she means Wakko." The eldest clarified before turning to Dot and pointing his thumb at Wakko, "middle kid syndrome."
"Then why didn't she just say so?" They both decided to ignore him. The eldest reached into his pants (Good night, everybody!) and pulled out a phone.
"Who are you calling?" Dot asked.
"The authorities," he replied.
"What?!" They both gaped at him, completely floored.
"Yakko," Wakko started, "I'm confused."
"What else is new?" Yakko drily remarked.
Wakko glared at him, "no, I mean, we NEVER leave this sort of stuff to the professionals."
"Yeah," Dot agreed, "normally we annoy them into submission."
"Or smack them with a mallet." Wakko added, "or smash them with an anvil."
"That's just not what we do, Yakko," she finished.
"I know," Yakko admitted, "and under any other circumstances I would agree with you but...this is DIP we're talking about. I don't want either of you getting hurt."
Touched(in the head), Dot decided to let Yakko have his way but Wakko-gifted as he was was with a sense of justice, stubbornness, pride and general pigheadedness-was determined that he and his sibs would deal with the factory in person.
"Yakko, you want to protect us and I can respect that. But I don't think we should change the way we do things just because things get a little dangerous. If I get hurt doing this, it will be for a good cause and I think the pain of DIP will hurt less than the guilt of stepping back and leaving this problem to someone else. They are going to kill toons with this stuff and while I wouldn't mind too much if they Dipped Baloney -it probably wouldn't even hurt the idiot- if they try to hurt Skippy, Mindy or even Dr. Scratchansniff, they will have us to deal with. They are starting an attack on toons and do you know what that means?" Wakko plowed on before they could answer his rhetorical question, "this means WARners! And we are going to smash this factory with the biggest anvil we have! Who's with me?!"
Being the zany dog-like things they are, both Yakko and Dot applauded madly. Even though -maybe especially because- the speech was lame. (My fault, I suck at writing speeches.)
"Bravo!" Dot cheered.
"Encore!" Yakko encouraged, clapping wildly as Wakko took off his hat and bowed a couple of times.
"How deep!" Dot gushed. "Count me in!"
"I'm moved!" If he was being sarcastic, and he probably was, he hid it well, "alright, you've convinced me but if we're doing this there need to be some safety procedures."
Wakko and Dot both stifled groans but didn't complain, knowing they were lucky Yakko was even agreeing to this.
"Firstly, there needs to be a change of gloves." He began.
Wakko and Dot exchanged a confused look. That was random, even for them. Yakko pulled off his gloves, reached into his Hammerspace and pulled out a seemingly identical pair, put his old gloves in and put the new ones on.
"Next," he continued, "we need an escape route, in case things get messy."
He reached behind his back, pulled out a complicated looking device, pressed a button and dropped it on the ground. It promptly unfurled into a swirling vortex of blue, white, green and a bit of pink.
"Looks yummy!" Wakko commented before unhinging his jaw like a furry snake and attempting to take a bite out of it. Thankfully, Dot managed to pull him back before he could try to eat it.
"This is a portal. Not candy." Yakko informed them, smirking at Wakko, "it was part of another of Pinky and the Brain's elaborate plans to take over the world. As usual, their scheme failed but the portal works. I'm not too sure where it leads but I do know that it is a world where cartoons don't come to life, although there is magic. If for some reason we can't make it back to the water tower we go through here."
"Thank you, Mr. Exposition." Dot muttered.
"I thought Skippy was Mr. Exposition," Wakko scratched his head. Dot face-palmed.
"Lastly, we're using the buddy system. No-one goes off alone." He finished.
"Okey-dokey, let's go!" They chorused and toon-sped towards the factory.
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The attack went surprisingly well at first. All it took was a few puns, mallet whacks and only one anvil before the workers agreed to 'take us to your leader' as Wakko put it. They were just in the middle of forcefully persuading the factory's CEO (not Plotz, different CEO) to quit it with the DIP when-
WWWWWHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMM!
-a loud siren went off.
"And while you at it, release those whales your torturing!" Yakko yelled over the noise, clutching his floppy ears.
The CEO turned even paler, if possible, "that's the tornado alarm!"
"WHAT?!" Wakko shouted, also covering his ears.
"It's a tornado alarm! Not whales!" The CEO yelled back.
"I CAN'T HEAR YOU!" Wakko screamed.
The CEO grabbed Wakko's ear and yanked it next to his mouth. "THAT'S. A. TORNADO. ALARM!" The CEO bellowed in Wakko's ear.
"There's no need to yell." Wakko responded, tenderly rubbing his ear.
The CEO looked like he wanted to hit him but thought better of it. Instead he made a bee line for the door.
"Where are you going?" Dot called after him.
He looked at her like she was crazy. Which she was. "To the storm cellar!" There might have been an 'of course!' or a 'Duh!' on the end but it was cut off by the slamming door.
"Come on!" Dot ordered her brothers, grabbing Wakko by the arm.
"Where to?" Wakko asked, wondering if she wanted to go to the storm cellar.
"To look at the tornado, silly!" She bolted out the room, dragging Wakko behind her and Yakko following a few steps behind.
When Yakko saw the tornado he pulled up short. He and his sibs, who had stopped a few paces in front of him, simply gaped at it for a few moments.
It looked a lot scarier than they expected. It was a swirling funnel that dipped, swayed and shook with no constant form. It occasionally tossed huge hunks of ground it had sucked up in random directions, annihilating anything it hit. It also moved much faster than any tornado ought to and, most worryingly, it was heading straight for them!
Yakko's first thought was, 'ehhhh...I don't think it's related to the game.' Fortunately his quick witted mind recognised the danger after a couple seconds.
Normally, he would suggest doing something silly, like hopping inside and seeing where it takes them, then use the opportunity to make as many Wizard of Oz references as possible. However, with all the DIP near by, doing something like that was an accident waiting to happen. Going to the storm cellar was out of the question, not only would they be unwelcome, the chance of the workers having spare DIP down there was worryingly high and Yakko knew they wouldn't hesitate to use it. He also knew there was no chance of getting out of the line of fire in time, much less reaching the Water Tower. That left only one choice.
"To the portal!" And for once his sibs did as they were told immediately and without question, sensing the urgency of the situation.
As they raced away from the tornado Yakko got, as he often did, the uncontrollable urge to sing. Since he was never one to ignore instinct, he did.
"Well, I'm taking a stand."
If he was honest he felt it more than saw it. The canister of DIP, tossed from the tornado, heading straight for his sibs.
"I'm taking a vow."
As cliche as it is, Yakko loved his siblings and they loved him back. They were a tightly-knit family, it was rare to see one Warner without the other two close by. It probably didn't hurt that he practically raised them. So he did the only logical thing.
"This is the place."
Take the blow for them.
"The moment is now!"
He leaped forward with a sudden burst of speed, knocking Wakko and Dot out the way as the DIP crashed into him, sending all three sprawling to the ground.
"YAKKO!" They both leaped up and rushed over to him, heedless of the danger.
Said person was lying in a pool of the toxic sludge, writhing with his face contorted in agony. His sibs pulled him out but the damage was done. While his head, arms and parts of his chest were relatively unscathed, the rest of him got completely soaked. It looked like he was melting, with what little colour he had melding with black and white of his body.
"...Yakko?" Dot tentatively asked, gently placing a hand on his shoulder.
"Dot? Wakko?" He blinked his eyes to try to refocus them. When he realised they were real and he wasn't dead yet, he frantically tried to pull off his gloves, Which had miraculously remained undamaged. He passed one to each sibling who immediately stored them in their Hammerspaces for safe keeping. "Wakko, take care of Dot. Now go! Head straight to the portal and don't look back!"
"We're not leaving you!" Dot exclaimed.
"Dot, don't make this more cliche than it has to be. I'll only slow you down. Now go on." His face softened for a moment, "I love you both. Try to keep laughing. Go!"
Wakko grabbed Dot's hand and they tearfully ran to the portal. As they left the last words of the song forced their way through.
"This is our golden opportunity.
The wishing star belongs to three!"
As the last note faded away darkness started to claim him but a shining light battered it a way. Then everything faded.
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It was a good thing they had so much practice running. Toon-speeding is like sprinting, something you can only do for short amount of time. Fortunately, they spent so much time running from Ralph that they had built up a lot of stamina.
Unfortunately, the heart-wrenching incident had not only cost them their brother but land and time as well. In other words, the tornado was right on there heels!
On the bright side, the portal was right in front of them!
Wakko leaped through but was suddenly yanked back but the portal wasn't going to let go that easily. Consequently he ended up half-in and half-out in a crazy tug of war.
"Wakko!" Dot cried in fear.
Apparently, they were so close to the tornado that it started sucking Dot in and because he was still holding her hand it had kept him from going through the portal. Now the only thing keeping them from getting pulled into their respective places was each other.
"Dot!" Wakko reached out to grab her gloved hand in both of his so she wouldn't slip from his grip.
But slip she did. Not out of his hand, but out of her glove.
Dot was pulled in, screaming as Wakko fell through the portal before crashing into the concrete in the other side and the portal zipped closed behind him.