*Sherlock belongs to BBC. The Animaniacs belong to Warner Bros.

The author, coated in ash and sweat, was still fiddling with the projector. Bugs sat in the back corner, drumming his fingers impatiently. "Ya need some help there doc?" he called.

The author's eyes narrowed, miffed. "Just...give...me...a...sec..." With a definitive click, light poured out of the frustrating machine and the slideshow could begin. The author pointed at Wakko. "You're up first, champ." Wakko limped out of his seat, still exhausted by the quest so far. ("So far? I thought it would be done after this chapter!" Oh stop whining, the next two are basically just torturing John and Sherlock. "Oh. Yay!" "Wait, what?!")

The author gave him a choice of a laser pointer and a regular, wooden pointer stick. After successfully distracting the Warner for about ten minutes with the laser pointer, the author just handed him the old-fashioned demonstrative device. Tired, the Warner quickly went through his presentation like so:

"Here's us before entering Wackyland..." He weakly pointed at the slide of the group smiling (well, minus Sherlock, who was just scowling, as usual) in front of Acme Loo. Wakko smiled as he went through the next few slides. "And here's John and Sherlock being thoroughly mocked by the Dodo." The group (well, except John and Sherlock, of course), though exhausted, laughed weakly, at the passing pictures. John running into walls. Sherlock attempting to argue with the Dodo, only to end up chasing it and running into a mountain (which turned out just to be a painted background). John and Sherlock both as furious as upchucked woodchucks ("Are upchucked woodchucks really THAT mad?" Hmm... I'll need to check up on that..) as they tried to hunt down the Dodo. "Since the Dodo was so entertained, claiming he hadn't had that much fun in years, he simply let me borrow his umbrella." With a grin, he held up the the small pink umbrella before tucking it under his hat.

The author motioned that the middle Warner could return to his seat. She then crooked a finger at Yakko. "Your turn." With a wink that caused the author to blush slightly, the lanky Warner, though as tired as his brother, strolled confidently toward the projector and snatched the laser-pointer from the author, who proceeded to glare at him and plot her revenge ("Wait, what?").

"Well, getting the largest anvil in the world was super easy, since you know, I'm king of Anvilania." With a bend in his knees, he was about to break out into song when the author smacked him lightly with the pointer stick.

"We don't have time for that. Plus, I'm annoyed with you."

With a shrug, Yakko continued. "Anyway, since I'm king, I just checked up on a few things, told the anvil-handlers the situation, and borrowed the anvil." He gestured out toward the window, where the anvil was sitting in the yard of Acme Loo.

He quickly flipped through his slideshow, showing a shocked John and Sherlock who could not believe that 1) Yakko was the actual king of ANYTHING, and 2) That he could actually be responsible and manage an entire kingdom. Sherlock had his whole suspicious, squinty-eyed look in every single picture, while Yakko just seemed to ignore it. "Umm... well, that's it." The tall Warner rocked back and forth, tired, about to swoon ("I was not about to 'swoon'!" Uh-huh... SUre...). The author gently pushed him back towards his seat (where he promptly, and adorably, fell asleep) and motioned for Arthur to come up.

"I'm still not quite used to this whole talking thing... But anyway, so we went into the forest, and Bugs here helped me pull a few old pranks on Elmer here..." The slides showed some infamous pranks of the rabbit's golden years being pulled by the dog and his companions. "Of course, I'm a little new to this..." The next slide presented the group being shot at by Elmer. "But while Elmer was...um... distracted, this wascally wabbit," he said with in a perfectly Elmer-esque accent while jabbing a thumb towards Bugs, "snatched the hat and gun, and we all left...um... the end?" The talking dog held up his hands in an 'I don't really know what I'm doing' fashion and went back to his seat, while the last slide showed the group, covered in dirt, sweat, and gunpowder groaning as they realized they needed to go all the way back to Acme Loo.

"Zinny...Zinny..." The author poked her sleeping OC. "C'mon, your story's real quick, just get up..."

Zinny waved her creator away. "If it's so quick, why don't you do it?" she mumbled into her arms, which were acting as improv pillows. The author was flabbergasted. Her OC could not treat her like this! She somewhat-gently (not really) pushed Zinny out of her chair, who landed on the floor with an oomph. Rubbing her rump and grumbling, Zinny walked to the front of the room, red and scowling as Bugs and Yakko snickered at her.

"So here we are, completely exhausted, and in the library..." The slide showed most of the group, collapsed on the tables, scattered around the room. "And here's me, TIREDLY," she said, glaring at her creator, "explaining the situation to Bookworm, who graciously let me borrow him." She pointed at the napping green worm on her desk and proceeded to slink back towards it.

Oh, OCs these days... The author shook her head. Well, folks, let's let these cranky cartoons rest for a bit... And then we'll get to more torturing of John and Sherlock! * kids: "Yay!" and applause * Sherlock lifted his head up with a snort, "Wait, what?"