In the Councilor's Office lies Mr. Small mediating in his chair. He felt almost relaxed that was until they came into his room.
They quickly and loudly opened the door surprising him. "SURPRISE" They all said at the same time.
Mr. Small then screamed and fell off his chair. The Warner's then got up right near his face. "Did you miss us?" Dot asked.
"I hardly even know you." Mr. Small said recovering from his surprise.
"We're the Warner Brothers." Yakko and Wakko both said.
"And the Warner Sister" Dot added.
The three of them then went up and kissed him on the mouth until they all stopped one at a time.
"Oh that's right Ms. Simian called you in. So let's get down to business shall we." Mr. Small said.
The Warner's then were wearing business suits while Yakko was also wearing shades and carrying a stick while at the same time standing behind a graph.
"Now our first quarter figures are really low as this business graph will hopefully show." Yakko sang.
Mr. Small walked up to them. "What are you doing?" He asked slightly annoyed.
"We're getting down…to business." Yakko said.
"I take umbrage of that." Mr. Small said still annoyed.
"Oh sure take all of the umbrage don't leave any for us." Yakko said in disgust crossing his arms.
"No I mean I take offence." Mr. Small said.
"And you want our fence too." Yakko said. He then reached his arms on the other side and grabbed a small five plank fence. "Alright, take it, but that's all we're tapped out."
"No that's not what I meant." He then breathed in slowly and then he breathed out. "Look would it be alright if you take you seats please." After he said that the Warner's then sat down. "Now I would like to start by talking to each other separately starting with the Warner Sister Dot." Yakko and Wakko then looked at Dot. "I may have to ask you two to step in the hall until I call your name."
They then thought about it for a little. "OK." They both said as they left the room closing the door behind them while Dot stayed in there.
"Now Dot…may I call you Dot?" Mr. Small asked.
"Yeah, but call me Dottie and you die."
"OK Dot it is…I'm going to show you some pictures and I want you to tell me what they look like." He then grabbed an ink blot. "Tell me what do you think this looks like?"
"Looks like you're not a very good artist." Dot said with a smug look.
"I didn't draw this." Mr. Small said.
"Well then whoever did needs to go back to school?"
"No it's an ink blot."
"I'll say."
"No it's not supposed to look like anything."
"Then you did a very good job." Dot said with another smug look.
Mr. Small then got up from his chair with rage. "I DIDN'T DRAW THIS." He then calmed down a bit. "Doesn't it look like a cat or a butterfly or something?"
"No." Dot then got up from her and then somehow grabbed the ink blot from the page it was on. She molded it in the shape of an actual butterfly that flew around when she let it go. "That's a butterfly." She then grabbed a butterfly net to try and capture it only for it to get caught in Mr. Small's head.
He then switched to Wakko. "Now then Wakko let's talk shall we."
"OK." Wakko said.
"Good, what's on your mind?" Mr. Small asked.
"My hat"
"No your hat is on your head, what is on your mind?" Mr. Small asked again.
"My skin"
"No that's on your head, what's on your mind?" He asked again a little annoyed and angry.
"Oh I got it, my hair." Wakko said with a smug look.
"Your hair is on your head. This is hair." He said grabbing his hair. "It's not on my mind it's on my head." He said starting to get more angry then annoyed.
"No it's your hand." Wakko said.
Mr. Small then took a deep breath. "Let's try something different OK."
"OK." Wakko said.
"Why don't you just tell me what you're feeling?" Mr. Small asked calming down.
"My shirt"
"No that's what you're touching, what are you feeling?" Mr. Small asked again.
"My nose"
He then started getting angry again. "No that's what you're touching, WHAT ARE YOU FEELING." He then took another deep breath. "Just tell me how you feel."
"I feel fine." Wakko said.
"Good now we are getting somewhere, would you care to expand on that?"
"OK." Wakko then started puffing himself like a balloon.
"No not that type of expand. STOP IT." Mr. Small demanded.
Wakko then grabbed a pin and used it to deflate himself causing him to fly across the room and land on Mr. Small's lap. "Excuse me." Wakko then kissed Mr. Small on the mouth and then he ran.
He then switched to Yakko. "Now then Yakko let us do a little word association, I'll say a word and then you say the first word that you think of. Any word that comes to mind"
"Brain" Yakko said thinking that they started.
"No we haven't started yet." Mr. Small said trying to remind him.
"Begun"
"No wait." Mr. Small said.
"Yield"
"No stop."
"Seize"
"SILENCE"
"Quiet"
"ENOUGH"
"Plenty"
"WOULD YOU PLEASE LISTEN?"
"Hear"
Mr. Small then got up off his chair and said the one thing he didn't think he would ever say or scream. "NO YOU STUPID KID, YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND."
"Comprehend" Yakko continued.
Mr. Small was now angrier than ever. He then grabbed Yakko and dragged him to the door. "GET OUT, GET OUT, GET OUT." He then opened the door.
"Leave, leave, leave"
Mr. Small then kicked Yakko out into the hallway with the other Warner siblings. He then slammed the door and then the phone in his room rang. He picked it up with rage and said "WHAT!?"
"I take it that you couldn't handle those kids either." Hearing that it was Ms. Simian he couldn't agree more and he still was full of rage.
"THOSE KIDS ARE DRIVING ME CRAZY." Mr. Small screamed.
Yakko then opened the door thinking they were still doing that word association. "Insane, unhinged, demented." He then closed the door.
Mr. Small was about to lose it until Ms. Simian said. "That does it tell them to go see Principal Brown immediately, I'll inform him." He then hanged the phone up and walked to the door and opened it with more rage.
"ALL OF YOU ARE TO GO SEE THE PRINCIPAL NOW." He then slammed the door.
They all then looked at each other. "Was it something we said?" Wakko asked.
"Maybe he needs to see a p-psychiatrist." Yakko said.
They all then ran down the hall straight to the principal's office.