A/N: Hey, I know it's been forever but let me explain. I don't have a computer at home and I've been focusing my time on the computer at school on my senior project. I'm so sorry.

'Zoe's POV

Stacy strutted casually back to the car holding her prize.

"You did it," I exclaimed leaning over to peek in the bag.

"Be careful," she warned. "I don't know how long the chloroform will last. By the way where did you even get that stuff?"

"None of your business," I said quickly. "Where's Zach?"

At that moment, Zach came rushing to the car shirtless and wheezing.

"Hurry," he gasped while digging in his bag for his inhaler.

Stacy floored the gas and we shot off.

When we got to my house, Zach and Stacy helped me carry the bag to my basement. It was the perfect place because it was sound-proofed from when Kyle was in a band. It also had an old dog cage from our old beagle who'd died a year ago. I opened the cage and emptied the bag into it and locked it shut. His unconscious form lay in the cage, breathing softly.

"He'll wake up any second," I said to my friends and grabbing a paint bucket. "Help me coat the cage."

"What's that?" Stacy asked while peering into the bucket.

"Haven't you seen Who Framed Roger Rabbit?" I asked. "According to the movie, this is the only thing that can harm a toon."

"Okay," Zach said in disbelief. "First, that's a movie. Second, are you insane? You could kill him!"

"It's the only way to keep him from escaping," I defended. "Now let's get painting."

After they reluctantly helped me to coat the cage, we hurried back to school.

Yakko's POV

Ow my head! It felt like a million ton anvil had been dropped on me.

"Wakko," I said out loud. "You really need to watch where you put those things."

No answer.

I slowly opened my eyes. there were bars around me. I was in some sort of cage in a dark room full of boxes. I saw some stairs leading up. I decided I must be in a basement. No one else was in there.

"Wakko? Dot?" I called.

Still no answer.

Well, time to blow this creep factory. I reached for the door of the cage only to draw my hand back immediately. It was covered in liquid that burned my skin at contact. DIP" What kind of psycho am I dealing with?

Realizing I'd probably be here for a while, I pulled a pad and pencil from my pocket to keep a journal.

The Diary of Yakko Warner

Day One:

After a romantic meeting with a gorgeous damsel, I seem to have awakened in a small cell beneath the ground. One which I cannot escape. My captor has yet to arrive. I don't know how long I'll be here or if I'll ever escape. If anyone finds this, please tell Michelle Pfeifer I love her. Oh yeah, and my siblings, too, I guess.

After that was done, I put my work away. Then, I got bored. I decided to practice my paddleball skills. I pulled out two and began keeping count. I'd reached 493 when the door to the basement opened. I put everything away and gazed upon my captor. Well, I guess I should say captoress. She was a young girl, about fifteen, with long wavy red hair, green eyes, and a couple of freckles on her face. She quietly closed the door before rushing downstairs to greet me.

"Oh my gosh it's you," she squealed. "I can't believe it! I'm like your biggest fan!"

I guess she's not the crazy psycho who locked me up.

"I guess you know who I am," I said. "Mind telling me your name?"

"I'm Zoe," she said.

"That's great," I said. "So, Zoe, do you mind helping me outta here so I can get back to the water tower? I'm sure Wakko and Dot would be happy to meet you."

"You're not going anywhere," Zoe replied simply.

"Come again?"

"I went through all that trouble to catch you. Do you really think I'm that stupid?"

"No," I said. "Just a little insane is all."

"I know," she smiled. "Animan-ey and totally insane-y."

"No," I corrected. "I mean you belong in a straight jacket."

"Looks like someone doesn't want a Pop Tart."

She waved the package in the air, opened one end, and slid the package through the bars of the cage. I carefully removed the two pastries and gobbled them down.

"See," she said. "I'm not so bad. I'm going upstairs for dinner. I'll see you later."

She pranced up the stairs leaving me in solitude. I decided it wouldn't be too bad to wait this out. Wakko and Dot were most likely on their way.

Wakko's POV

Dot and I met at the water tower to discuss a plan.

"First things first," Dot said as she paced. "If we're going to hunt down Yakko, we'll need some great new outfits."

The next thing I knew, we were at the mall. Dot was talking to a sales lady named Abby.

"What kind of outfit are you looking for?" Abby asked.

"We're looking for our lost brother and need some cute detective attire," she answered.

"Okay," Abby said sounding a little confused.

She held out a dark blue blouse with some leather pants.

"Do you have anything a little more feminine?" Dot asked.

"How about this?" Abby held out a pair of dark denim skinny jeans and a purple top.

"I'm more into dresses."

Looking annoyed, Abby found a red V-neck dress with inch wide straps and a sparkly black belt.

"That's perfect," Dot gushed. "Now how about my brother?"

Abby showed me a blue sports jacket and some jeans.

"Thanks," I said politely. "But I think I just wanna go with the classic Sherlock Holmes cliche."

"Sure thing," Abby said.

She found me a tan trench coat then we walked over to the hats where I found a matching hat for my ensemble and Dot found a matching fedora for hers.

We were walking out of the store when I froze. There it was. The food court! I started to walk in that direction when Dot stopped me.

"What are you doing?" she demanded. "We're on a mission."

"But you got to go shopping," I whined. "I was just going to get some ice cream."

"Fine."

We walked up to the counter.

"Hello," I said. I would like one Mega-Ultra-Gigantic Chocolate Deluxe," I ordered. "What do you want, Dot?"

Dot didn't answer. She was too busy staring at the handsome cashier. She leapt into his arms.

"I'll have two scoops of you," she swooned.

"Just take your ice cream and go," the man said handing us two enormous chocolate sundaes.

"What a day," Dot said as we sat down. "First Zach, and now this guy."

"Wait a minute," I said. "Who's Zach?"

"That guy I was talking to earlier. You know the one with the cupcake."

"Don't you see? He could be in on this."

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"It's a small chance, but we may have a lead," I explained. "If we find Zach, we may be closer to finding Yakko."

"Let's go to the library," Dot exclaimed.

"Yeah," I agreed. "But first, let's finish our ice cream."

"This could take a while," Dot said.

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