Me: I'm back

Yakko: NOOOOOOOOOO

Me: Anyway thank you for reviewing goldengod 180 and taking the time read my horrible story which I will continue to write. Hopefully this chapter will be better.

Yakko: I doubt it

Me: Where's Dot when you need her,*sigh* on with the story(all rights goes to WB)

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Yakko p.o.v.

8 years later...

Sigh...

Another day at the shoe shop, I love my dad and all but I just wish I could do something else besides studying and cutting leather and studying more leather cutting...you get the point, I'm talking too much aren't I, but hey that's what my names stands for Yak-ko. Any who, my names Yakko Littlewood, and I'm 12 years old and single *wink wink* my dad Peter Littlewood and my mom Honey Littlewood are a bunch of nice folks who found me on their doorstep and took me in, apparently my real parents decided it would be a swell idea to leave their son in a middle of a thunderstorm on a doorstep with a pocket watch which I might add is mostly made out of metal because it would be fun to watch their son being fried to crisp. NOT. The thing I remember from those two excuses for a parent are hazy, I remember mom had black spots all over her and dad was a feline with a cherry red nose...

"YAKKKKOOOOO!" A tall fat panda wearing an angry expression on his face glared down at me

"Geez dad no need to be so loud and stop frowning, it'll give you wrinkles ." I said innocently

Deciding to ignore the wrinkle part (smart guy) He said "Like you would hear me all the way from la-la land " He scoffed. Dads are funny that way one minute they are all chilled out and laid back then next minute they're trying to scare the heck out of you.

"Yeah yeah yeah, I know the leathers are too ugly for making shoes, oh or is it because I didn't ace my toon test."

My dad growled" Don't get smart with me boy and yes the leathers are too ugly have u seen a toon with two toes the size of eggplants." before walking away grumbling something about nowadays kids being to witty for their own good, which I take great pride of.

After my little "conversation" with dad I went back to cutting leather, trace, cut, trace, cut...

2 Hours later...

ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzz

"Yakko, Yakko its time for dinner." a soft voice said " Ten more minutes, Mom please." as I was going back to dream land I felt something poking me at my side, I groaned in frustration as I woke up from my wonderful dream about a certain girl with a certain blonde hair (puberty you did a good job). "Ok mom I'm waking up, please stop poking me." I heard a slight chuckle from a honey blonde fur toon bear looking at with those kind gentle baby blue eyes before lifting me up from the chair and guided me to the dining table. "Well, well, well, looks like sleeping beauty finally woke up." My dad said sarcastically, I poked my tongue out at him, as he rolled his eyes and muttered something under his breath. What does my mom see in him, don't ask me I have no idea.

" Now children no fighting at the table." My mom said, trying to hide my laughter as my dad spit his soup all over the table and started to protest. I started laughing for real when my mom hit the back of his head saying he acts like a 3 year old more than a 30 year old.

I love my life and I've never thought that my life was about to spin out of control.

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Me: another short chapter well hope you don't hate it.

Yakko: It's really hard not to.

Me: I'll update this terrible story as soon as I can.

Yakko: Goodbye crazykidwithanobsessionwithcakes.