September 19th, 1986
My name is Yakko. I'm 6 years old and I live with my 3 year old brother Wakko, and my 4-month-old sister Dot. All I can think of is a poem. A girl named Sarah, no more than 3, getting killed by her own father. I kinda figure that, in THIS neighborhood, my so-called "parents" are going to do that before any scumbag on the street. My home…..nothing more than an old, worn-out apartment on 7th street in a ghetto in the old ToonTown district called "South Street". All I have to wait for is my mother, Jackie Warner, and my father, Frank Warner, to come home from whatever shithole they go to when we're home. I don't go to school, I read books, watch TV, and play cards with my little brother until they get home, then all things fun get put away and we get a beating, no food, and have to sleep in the stairs. One day, I hope to be famous, in an acting trio with my brother and sister. My mother is a drunk, smelly, really slutty, REALLY sleazy prostitute, and that's all there is to it. My father is a chain smoking, never-sober, moronic, and stupid con-man. Another thing, we look like a cross between a cat and a dog. My mother is a cat, and my father is a dog. All that we have had to eat this week was a corn flake for me, a chunk of bread for Wakko, and a shot glass with milk in it for dot. Wakko has a facial defect from all the beatings that causes his tongue to hang out constantly. My sister has a health problem. She has a trace amount of cancer. My parents spend hundreds on drinks, clothes, and other useless crap that always gets destroyed then thrown in the trash. They won't even front a cent for Dot's surgery or Wakko's facial reconstruction. Funny thing is…I saw a vision. A vision of us, with HUMAN parents and a HUMAN older brother. I hope for it. I just want to get away from my abusive parents. Will it EVER happen?