OK, here's the next oneshot. Thanks for reviewing, damonika2009, A Scribbler, Emmygirl822 and frumouttamimind (actually, that's a good idea, I'll do that first).

"Alex!"

"C'mon, Alex, get up!"

"Not my turn." I mumbled.
"Yes, it is!" said one of the others – I was still too disorientated to tell who it was. "I got up last time. Grace needs her Mom to get up for once!" (We alternated between getting up. Mostly it was either Yakko or me, but if Wakko was occasionally the first to wake up, he'd get up the first time, and Dot occasionally got up, claiming that she couldn't stand losing any more "cutie sleep" over the triplets – she was still the cute one, after all).

I groaned and sighed, sitting up. "OK, OK, I'm getting up." Jack and Louisa were pretty restful babies, but Grace was always more awake at night. I guessed that she had more sensitive hearing, since she was the only one of the fraternal triplets to have Warner ears. Well, they were still young and all woke up early in the mornings, but it was still painful to get up at night. After all, everyone that started and ended as a Warner (unlike me, who was named for adoption and marriage) would have high energy, and after years of living with the Warners, I was used to them being early risers. So the triplets' habit of waking up early didn't bother me as much as them waking up at night.

But I yawned, rubbed some of the sand out of my eyes, and pulled on a dressing gown.

Grace didn't seem to have any essential needs, so she probably just wanted someone. And when I picked her up, she immediately looked up at me, and her crying died down to whimpers. "Momma." she said. At 9 months, the triplets had started learning a few words, and were quite advanced, in my opinion, for that age. Well, one of their parents was famous for talking their way in and out of any situation. Grace had learnt to name all four of us as family members ("Momma", "Dad", "Aunty", "Uncle"), and she would frequently point to something that one of us had identified days before, and she would identify it. Louisa could mostly do that, but she didn't have such a long memory as Grace. Also, she could use our first names, most of the time. Jack was much the same, although he still pronounced "Alex" as "A hex", and found "Aun-tee An-jel-lee-naa" easier then simply "Dot".

"Yeah, Grace, it's me." I whispered. "Why are you awake?" It was obviously a rhetorical question, but just as the Warners were more intelligent than their age groups, so were the triplets. Grace shrugged, but she started to smile.

But there was always only one tactic that had worked so far in getting any of the triplets back to sleep during the night. It was pretty cliché, in fact – one of us always had to sing. It wasn't always even a baby-appropriate song they liked, although I tried to keep away from songs that were really dark.

"In a courtyard," I began to sing to Grace, "Used to sing as loud as she could,

Locked away here, she's been quiet, lovely and good.

But no one listens now,

She lost her voice, she had no choice...

If you sing loud and clear, someone passing by will surely hear you

No you can't be afraid, if you ever want somebody near you

If you sing loud and clear, someone passing by will surely hear you

No you can't be afraid..."

Ten minutes later, I slid back into bed, having gotten Grace to sleep again. And about an hour later, Louisa woke up. I had to shake Yakko to get him to wake up. "Hey, it's your turn to get up."

"No, it's your turn."

"I got up to Grace not too long ago. Get up!"

"It's your turn tonight. I'll get up every time tomorrow night if you do the same tonight."

I sighed. "No. Take your turn and stop trying to get out of it!"

"Fine, OK, I'm up."

This seemed to be the routine every single night. All four of us would lose sleep over at least one of the triplets waking up, even though only one of us would get up to them.

After Yakko was back, having settled Louisa, I thought about something I'd wondered about, even before the triplets were born, and this time, I voiced my question. "Hey, when they get older, should we teach them the old Animaniacs songs?" I murmured.

"Of course we will!" my partner answered. "All of them. Just at the right ages..."

"And show the episodes." I added. Then I gave a smile. "Although I can't imagine you'd really like Dot to teach Grace and Lou the Cute Song." I remembered the way the boys had acted after three verses of Dot's song in the segment – they'd started getting bored around the line "I'm simply a goddess", and had barely kept up their expression after "I'm the answer to one of the questions in Trivial Pursuit...for 'who's the most cute?'"

"When they're old enough not to sing it over and over."

After I finally fell asleep, I dreamed about the triplets at school-age, and teaching them a few of the songs. A six-year-old Jack was trying to get the tune to some song I couldn't remember, Lou was playing a keyboard, and my mentions had gone through to my dream, because Grace was singing along to Louisa's tune "It's a chore!

To be constantly cute, and enchanting to boot..."

I know it's short, but truth be told, it'll be easier to write about the triplets when they're older. Also, tell me what you want to see more of in respects to the actual Warners! Above all, please review!