AN: First off, I've never really attempted writing anything like this before and am an inexperienced writer in general, so any tips, advice, and critiques are greatly appreciated.

Secondly (this is just a minor note), the Warner's do not live in the water tower in this story. They're just acting when they do Animaniacs. And finally, I have included this is the "Who Framed Roger Rabbit" category, as well as the Animaniacs category, because it takes place in Toontown and makes reference to dip. Thank you.

Yakko yawned, arching his back in a cat-like stretch, and sat up in his bed. Another bang sounded from down the hallway. Someone was knocking, practically hammering the door down. Yakko glanced at the clock on his bedside table and groaned: it was barely 3 in the morning. He slowly got up and ambled towards the door.

"I'm comin', I'm comin', hold your damn horses." he mumbled.

Yakko reached the door, still too groggy to be self-conscious of his ruffled fur and less than flattering pajamas. He swung the door open, and a shiver ran up his spine as he was hit with a blast of frigid, night air. As soon as Yakko saw who had been knocking, a second chill rattled his body, jolting him fully awake. His stomach churned sickeningly.

"Police." A gruff looking alligator said matter-of-factly, flashing a badge that glinted dangerously in the moonlight. The 'gator was tall, almost towering, with a clenched jaw and beady eyes that seemed to withhold any emotion. His tiny black hat and comically undersized uniform would have gotten a laugh out of Yakko under more normal circumstances.

"I need you to come with me. Bring your siblings."

"Y-y-yes, sir." Yakko stammered, too caught off guard to come up with anything remotely witty to say.

He heard a loud yawn and turned to see that Dot was already waking up from the noise. She, too, snapped fully to her senses at the sight of the officer.

"Get up!" he hissed urgently.

Dot got up silently, her mind racing. Yakko creeped over to Wakko's bed, scooping up his little brother in his arms. Waking Wakko up before he was ready was a pointless endeavor.

"Alright." the officer motioned outside "Now, in the car."

Yakko went first, carrying Wakko. The kid was heavier than he looked and Yakko's arms were already getting tired, but he was glad to have something to distract from the deafening thump of his heart. Dot followed, and together the trio stepped out into the chill night and then in to the back seat of the waiting police car. Inside, the car was dark and smelled sickeningly metallic, and the three Warners huddled together, shivering. Dot stared at her feet while Yakko squinted to see if he could make anything out in the pitch blackness. The car started with a metallic purr, lurching forward. Wakko stirred, yawning and smacking his lips. He looked around, dazed, and it took a moment before his groggy brain realized he was in a car. He grabbed Yakko's arm, the closest thing to him, in a panic.

"Where...wha's goin' on?"

"You're in a police car." the officer said, his tone had softened and a hint of regret replaced his bitterness. "You're not in any trouble." he added after a pause.

Wakko just shook his head slightly in disbelief and kept his grip on Yakko's arm, as if it were his lifeline. Yakko wanted to say something to console his siblings but, for once, he could think of nothing to say. So, he resigned to keep quiet for the time being. Soon, the car slowed to a crawl as they maneuvered through a parking lot. The car pulled in to a space and stopped abruptly with a grinding of brakes.

"Out." the officer said plainly.

The car spat the siblings onto the pavement with a grunt. They got up, brushing themselves off. The officer squeezed through the passenger door, which was hardly big enough for him. He grimaced, his yellowed teeth glinting like a chesire cat, and with one swift, well practiced movement, he unholstered his pistol. The barrel of the gun was transparent, and a green, bilious liquid bubbled inside. The officer gestured towards the building behind them. The Warner's eyes had nearly adjusted to the dark, and they could just make out the Warner Brothers Studio main building in front of them. Yakko scratched his head, confusion momentarily replacing fear.

"Heya, mister," Yakko blurted out, unable to be silent any longer. "We'd a' called a cab if we wanted someone ta' drive us to work."

"Don't get smart with me." the officer snarled, giving Yakko a shove.

They continued towards the Studio in silence. The only sound that could be heard was the methodic thud of the officer's feet. They soon reached the large, industrial double doors of the main building. The officer plucked a ring of keys from his pocket and fumbled with them for a moment before opening the door with a satisfying clunk.

"Mr. Plotz is waiting for you inside."

The officer stepped aside and the Warner's filed in, squinting under the bright, florescent lights suspended from the ceiling. With another clunk, the door shut behind them. Sure enough, Plotz was sitting, crouched, behind his desk. His eyes were sunken and tired, and his entire face seemed to droop into an ugly grimace.

"Well, sit down, Yakko." he grumbled, unceremoniously. "Just Yakko. This is strictly business. You two can wait next door."

They reluctantly went to the waiting room, Dot dragging her feet and Wakko whimpering slightly. As soon as Yakko heard the door shut, he turned towards Plotz, his face flushed with anger.

"You!" he pointed an accusing finger at his boss. "You had better have a damn good explanation for kidnapping us and dragging us here in the middle of the night! Do you have any idea..."

"That's enough, Yakko." Plotz's calmness was unnerving. "Believe me, I wouldn't be within a mile of you unless it was absolutely necessary."

Plotz reached into his desk and produced a large envelope, his beady eyes fixed on Yakko the entire time.

"This should explain everything."

Yakko snatched the envelope and tore it open, his gloved hands twitchy and agitated. His eyes drifted down the page quickly. Suddenly he froze, wide eyed, and the letter nearly fell out of his hands.

"W-what is this?" he stammered, "Is this some kind of joke?"

"Not at all."

Yakko began to pace, his cheeks burning. This had to be some kind of sick joke. But, the more he looked over the letter the more he was sure of it's authenticity. Animaniacs had been cancelled. He tossed the paper back on Plotz's desk.

"Ok, ok, wait..." he stopped pacing and took a deep breath, "This still doesn't explain why the police were necessary."

"We were afraid you would be rather...unwilling to accept your new employment." Plotz said, putting the letter back in his desk.

"New employment?"

"Animaniacs has been cancelled, but your contract has not. We are transferring you to the Toon Research Facility."

"What?" Yakko did a double take, "You mean at Acme Labs?"

"They've recently affiliated with us, and your contract states that we can transfer you to any affiliate without further notice."

"I can't...this is ridiculous! We're actors, not science experiments!"

"You may leave now. You are no longer employed here." Plotz said with finality.

Yakko felt the cold, scaly hand of the officer grab him firmly by the shoulder and pull him back, placing a cloth over his face. It reeked of chemicals. Yakko struggled, coughing and spluttering, which soon gave way to hollow gasping. All the colors of the room began to swim and meld together, and a warm, buzzing sensation filled his head. Yakko was dimly aware of Dot and Wakko being led out of the waiting room in a similar fashion, but before he could do anything he was completely slumped over, unconscious.

What seemed like an instant later, he was awake again, but his surroundings were dim and unfamiliar. He soon realized he was in the back of a large car. Yakko's head pounded and his mouth felt sour and dry. His eyelids were like lead and he struggled to stay awake, propping himself up. His drugged brain slowly pieced together the events of the night.

Yakko felt around blindly and found Wakko and Dot lying on the floor of the van to either side of him. He pulled them closer. Wakko grabbed on to his arm, only half conscious, and Dot rested her head on his shoulder.

"We're ok." Yakko whispered "We're going to be ok."

He leaned back slightly, once again surrendering to a state of fitful unconsciousness.

After what seemed like another instant, Yakko woke again, this time shivering violently. He was now resting on a cold, metal floor. He sat up slowly, hugging his knees to his chest. The room he was in was small and, despite the dim light, he could easily see to the other side of it. Wakko and Dot were nowhere in sight.

"Hey!" Yakko called out, shakily getting to his feet, "What's goin' on? Is anyone here?"

He walked towards the large, metal door of the cell but was stopped short by a tug on his leg. He looked down to see a large cuff around his ankle attached to a thick chain bolted to the floor.

"Somebody open the door!" Yakko was taken aback by how tired and cracked his voice sounded.

"Yakko?" a faint voice called out.

Yakko stumbled towards the voice and found a small, barred window looking into another cell.

"Dot!" he stuck his gloved hand through the bars and squeezed his sister's hand. "Are you alright? Are you hurt?"

"I want to go home." she whimpered. "Where are we?"

"We'll be back home soon, I promise."

"You really promise?"

"Cross my heart and hope to die." Yakko smiled weakly.