The Grim Man
Mindy's bottom lip quivered as she looked from the lollipop in her hand to the short, balding man who had given it to her. Then, at last, she burst into tears of terror and ran off to find her dog.
Mr. Plotz just continued cheerfully on his way, handing out wads of cash to every adult he ran into and rummaging through a scarily large bag of candy whenever a child crossed his path. Wherever he walked, he was followed by screams of confusion and fear, but he kept whistling merrily and giving out the money and sweets.
At long last, a large brown dog with pointed features arrived on the scene, his mouth clutching Yakko's long coat as he tugged the (in)famous detective along behind him. Once they intercepted Mr. Plotz, Buttons let go of the coat and instead began whining, indicating Mr. Plotz with his nose.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...I see the problem here," stated Hercule Yakko, patting the terrified Buttons as he squinted at a poster for Tiny Toons DVDs. "Warner execs haven't gained enough intelligence to see the marketing possibilities of these yet."
Tearing down the wishful poster, Yakko turned back Mr. Plotz, then calmly walked up to him and rapped sharply on the CEO's head as if he was knocking at the door. "Oh PLOOOOOOOOOTZY!" he called encouragingly. "Wake up! Your mother's breakfast is gonna get cold!"
How did Hercule Yakko know that Mr. Plotz was sleepwalking?
Aside from the fact that it was midnight, Mr. Plotz had often complained of having nightmares where he was—shudder—GENEROUS. Also, he was wearing pajamas.