After being "kicked out of the house" for not being dressed, the four of us: Bugs Bunny, Yakko Warner, Wakko Warner, and ...

"What's your name, anyway?"

"I'm Yakko."

"I'm Wakko."

"I knew -"

"And I'm Princess Angelina Contessa Luisa Franchesca Banana Fanna Nanna Bo Besca The Third!"

"Seriously."

"No. The name's Dot."

"Dorothy?"

"Only Mom called me that. I'd prefer Dotty, and if you call me Dotty, you die."

"Okay, Dot. Wait, where you do you live anyway?" By now, we had all climbed into the car, and I was ready to take them home. I was in the front seat, the three were in the back.

"At the intersection of Jones Avenue and Freleng Road," Wakko said, sounding proud to have memorized where he lived.

There's a problem, though: "Those streets are parallel."

"Give the rabbit a medal!" Yakko praised. He pulled a huge medal out of his pants, and reached across to the front seat.

"Guh, no! I don't want that; I know where it's been!"

"Aaaaahh..." They complained together.

"Where do you really live?"

"We don't," Dot murmered. She seemed sad, but Wakko looked like he struck gold.

"We're ghoooosssts! Bwahahahaha!" He pulled on his ears and screwed his eyes up so that I couldn't see the pupils, only the whites of his eyes. Dot screamed, scrambled up into my lap, and sucked her thumb. I'd believe it if she were a couple years younger.

"Just tell me where your house is."

"We don't have one." Yakko sounded serious, but I knew better.

"Seriously."

"Yes." I thought I knew better, anyway.

"Look, just... just tell me what's going on, okay!"

"We're in the car," Yakko sang, to the tune I recognized from Sunday School, "You're getting fed up. You want to find out where we live and where we've been. You want to check up with our parents about how we're behaving and want to leave us all behind forevermore!"

"I mean why don't you have a house!"

"Same reason you can't chat with our parents. They're dead," Yakko, who gave the announcement, had taken it well. Dot looked like she could break out crying, so I shrewdly changed the subject.

"Where should I take you then?"

"For ice cream?" Wakko asked. He stood up just enough to wag his tail, and the others looked excited too.

"Only after I find out where you slept last night, and what you've already eaten."

"We slept at a movie studio." Dot seemed to have enjoyed herself while there.

"We ate at the cafeteria." Wakko's expression was a lot less dreamy, and a lot more excited.

"They kicked us out." I almost responded to Yakko's remark about how unsurprising it was, but decided this was the wrong time.

"You mean you've been living on the streets?"

"Please, don't kick us to the curb, to face the cold, cruel world! Even the orphanages won't take us! We no longer ask for more, we ask for something!"

"You won't win an Oscar that way, Yakko. Too hammy." I called him out on it.

"Can't we stay? Pwetty pwease!"

"I'll think about it."