A.N

Yeah, another one of these. Sorry. I suppose I should mention ages here. They may seem a bit old to be doing the show but this is my fanfic goddamnit! I can do what I want, its called suspension of belief. I think…just use your imaginations and blame it on them being toons or something. P

Dot: Around 11-12 or so.

Wakko: 14

Yakko:15-17

P.S the 'magazine' tradition is one me and my best friend have )

Enter: Dot

The smell of waffles tickles my nose and slowly draws me out of my sleep. I roll out of bed. Quite literally, and fall flat on my face.

"Owwww…." I moan as I sit up and rub my nose. Last night still weighs heavy on my mind. I walk down the stairs with caution; I really will die of embarrassment if my brothers find out.

"Dot! Down here!" Yakko smiles and waves me over to the table. Sure enough, Wakko has made a huge stack of waffles dripping with butter and syrup. A tremor runs through my entire body. I cant stand looking at them! They actually terrify me. Its like I can imagine them coming to life and leaping on me and attaching themselves to my stomach and legs. Covered in fat and sticky gooey butter and…and…

"I'm not hungry." I say. It rolls off my tongue so easily. Probably because I'm telling the truth for the most part; after that fantasy I had, I would rather slit my throat than put those things in my body. Wakko stuffs an entire waffle into his mouth. I can see a bit of butter and syrup ooze out.

"Your loss." He says around it. And he's right. It my fat loss.

I've decided that I'm not just going to sit and cry because I'm not as cute anymore. I'm no sniveling creampuff! By god I'm going to do something! I grin to myself.

"We don't have anything to do today, right?" I ask.

"Nope." Answers Yakko as he squirts even more syrup onto his waffles.

"Good!" I dive onto the couch and pounce on the phone. It takes me less than a second to punch in the number.

"Hello?"

"Babs! Watcha doing?"

"Washing off stage makeup; I forgot to after shooting that commercial last night. Why?"

"I thought we might do some shopping!"

"Ooh! I don't know if I can though, I'm a little broke right now."

"Hm…magazine shopping?"

"I'm there! I'll meet you at the music store in an hour, ok?"

"K. Bye!"

I dash upstairs to get ready, leaping on my bed and facing the mirror again. It really kills my eyes. We don't wear our stage costumes in real life (contrary to popular belief) so I've set about trying to think of what would make me look thinnest. Jeans? No. They hug my legs and make them look huge. Tank? No, same problem with the jeans. Skirt? Eh, its kinda windy out…

Half an hour later and the entire contents of my closet are strewn about the floor of my room, but I have an outfit! Yoga pants and an old concert tee that's loose on me and hides my fat. I twirl a bit on the bed to see myself from every angle. Not bad, not bad. Still big, and decidedly not as cute, but a lot better in these clothes. I jump off the bed and set to work on my hair.

THUD THUD THUD

"Dot?" Yakko's voice drifts over to me on the sound of him trying to kick my door down.

"What? I'm not def, you don't have to kick down the door!" I snap. Imbecile.

"You going to eat anything before you go?" He opens the door and pokes his head in. I turn back to my hair.
"Nah, not hungry." I assure him. But I'm not telling the truth anymore. I am bit hungry. Not much, but a bit. Right now I would usually have a snack, but I'm not going to do that. I'm going to wait until I'm shopping with Babs. I can make it till then.

"You sure?" He drags out the word 'sure'. Pft. Like I'm really missing out by not eating those things.

"Yes I'm suuuuurrrreeee." I call back.

"Alright…" He closes the door not a moment too soon, because my stomach decides that it's the perfect time to let out a long low growl. I stiffen a bit, but I don't hear him coming back. Phew! I finish up my hair, grab a twenty and jog out the door.

Babs meets me at the music store just as planned.

"Hey Dot!" She smiles at me. She's wearing jeans and a tank. And, of course, she looks great in them.

"Hey Babs." I grin. Magazine shopping is one of our favorite traditions. It begins with us going to our favorite music store that sells our favorite magazines. We each buy three or so different magazines, then we head over to a random local outdoor restaurant and pool our magazines together, reading them as we eat. We laugh at some of the strange fashions, ooh and ah over the cute ones, read interesting articles out loud to each other and have a great time in general.

I rush through the magazine buying a bit. I'm actually really hungry now, and my stomach is practically singing an opera. I'm praying no one notices. Babs hasn't said anything, so maybe its not that noticeable. We pick a nice Asian place to eat at. As usual we each buy a bunch of stuff, then push everything to the center of the table and share it all. I crack open the first magazine as we wait for our food to arrive. I'm pretty immersed in an article about how some dog saved its owners life when our food arrives.

"Man that smells good!" Babs shoves the magazines aside so the waiter can put the tray of food down. And oh god does it look good! There's noodles, spring rolls, salad, shrimp, fried chicken, sticky buns, and a few other things I really don't want to know the names of.

All self control lost, I reach for an egg roll, dip it into some duck sauce and take a bite. Its like crispy chewy spicy heaven!

"Mmmm…" I moan. I finish it and move onto the fried chicken. The next two hours were the best I've had in days. Spraying the table with squid as I laugh at something Babs reads out loud…licking my fingers of the soy sauce…heaven.

Unfortunately this heaven only lasts until I'm walking through the door of our tower. Then it hits me. Oh god…what have I done?! I can practically FEEL the fat worming its way into every part of me. My skin starts to itch. Oh my god oh my god oh my god…

I dash up to my room. Sure enough, I seem fatter. Maybe I'm not really fatter but I feel fatter. Less cute. Ugly even. I resist the strong urge to throw something at the mirror. How could I have let this happen? Tears start to slide down my face. Never again! I wont ever do that again! I've got to do something! I dash down the stairs.

"Where are you going? You just got back!" Asks Wakko from the couch.

"For a jog!" I yell over my shoulder before I close the door behind me. It's a nice day out, and I set off at an easy pace down the sidewalk. I figure two laps around the studio should do me just fine.

The first lap has me breathless and gasping. I know its because I'm carrying around so much excess weight. Against my better judgment I climb the ladder to the tower without finishing my other lap. Fatass.

"Hey what's with this, are you going to be a triathlete or something?" Calls Yakko from the couch. He's joined Wakko in watching TV.

"Its nice out! It would be a shame to waste a day like this!" I point to the window. "Which is exactly what you two are doing." I add. Wakko throws a half hearted glance towards the window.

"Big deal."

I roll my eyes and start to head up the stairs.

"Hey, any suggestions on dinner?" Asks Yakko. I pause, one foot in the air.

"I'm really not that hungry; I just pigged out on Chinese and went for a jog."

"Suit yourself. Wakko and I were thinking we'd order pizza."

Later in my room I lay in bed awake, thinking. I cant binge like that again. And my brothers can never find out. Not only would it be supper embarrassing, but they would surely make me stop. And I cant let that happen, I've got to get cute again. If not for me, then for my fans. They rely on me to be SUPER cute! I cant let them down. And if I let myself become a big fat disgusting lard, I would surely loose my TV job. I have to do this…I tell myself. I fall asleep with a set face.