Sorry it took so long. Reality was biting me, so I had to hide to write this. Well, here you go.
After a few minutes of wandering around and asking for directions, Ricky made his way towards the P-sychiatrist's office. He walked up to a desk outside of his office where a blonde nurse was filing her nails. Ricky stared for a second, wondering if she was related to a certain stewardess, but shrugged it off and cleared his throat to gain her attention. The nurse looked down at Ricky and stared for a bit before her eye twitched slightly.
"I'm here for an appointment with Dr. Scratchansniff." Ricky said as he viewed the woman before him. While he stared, she reached over and hit a button on the intercom.
"Doctor. A new w-warner is here to see you." she said. A moment passed before he called back to let him in. She then opened the door to his office and Ricky stepped inside. She then closed the door and began to question what she just saw.
"Hey Doc." Ricky said in a bored tone as he sat down on the couch in his office. Scratchy looked at Ricky and was curious about his down behavior.
"Iz zere zometing wrong Ricky?" Ricky stayed silent for awhile, but then spoke.
"I've been having these...dreams Doc." Ricky said. He then told Scratchy about his dreams, his meeting with his inner self, and the mysterious figure that has appeared in many ways. Scratchansniff was quickly jotting down everything Ricky said.
"Hmmm. Very strange indeed Ricky." he said. "So zhen, you remember being bullied, ja?"
"Yeah."
"Und now that your memory iz returning, how do you feel?"
"Confused, hurt, angry, lost...and alone."
"Vhat about ze Warners?"
"Well yeah, they're there and we're having fun, but I feel that I'm missing a bit part of myself. I just...feel incomplete. And until I remember everything, I don't think this feeling will go away."
"Hmm. Vell, zometimes vhen one trys too hard to remember, zhey might push avay ze memories."
"What are you saying?"
"I'm zaying, Ricky, zat you shouldn't try so hard. Your mind might be rejecting force. Let ze memories come back on zhere own, ja?" Ricky thought about this for a moment, then nodded.
"You're right. Maybe I am trying to hard. Maybe I should relax." He then got off the couch and shook Scratchy's hand. "Thanks Doc. I'm feeling better already." He then smiled wide. "In fact, I feel zany again!"
"I don't know if zhat's good or bad at zhis point." the shrink said with a hint of humored worry in his voice. Ricky was about to take off, but stopped and said, "Oh yeah, the Warners don't know I"m here, so they're gonna drag me back later. Act natural." And with that, Ricky sped off for a bit of relaxation.
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While Ricky was chatting with the shrink, the Warners were off causing a bit of chaos, chasing girls, making special friends, running from Ralph, and so on. While they were doing this, the eldest Warner was thinking about the picture that Ricky painted awhile back. They ducked into a restaurant, and Wakko began ordering food on a whim. They sat and began eating while Yakko pulled out the blurred human picture.
"I wonder who this is to Ricky?" said Yakko.
"Is it a girl?" asked Dot.
"What? Afraid she's more cute than you Dot?" Wakko asked through bites.
"NOBODY'S CUTER THAN ME BUB! GOT THAT!" she screamed at Wakko.
Ignoring his younger sibs, Yakko went back to studying the picture as best he could. Whoever it was, it was definitely not a toon. That much he could tell. It had red hair, and green eyes, but nothing else could be made out. He decided to think about it later as he put the picture back into hammerspace and eat some food. After the meal some pranks, the trio sped off to see Scratchy, who jumped at the sight of them.
"HIYA SCRATCHY!" the trio screamed as they ran up to him and smooched him.
"BLECH!" he cried as he wiped his face off. "Enough of zat already!" He looked around at the three of them for a moment. "Vhere iz Ricky?"
"I'm right here Doc." a voice from the doorway said. Ricky came in and jumped on the couch, ready for the session. They all looked at Ricky with funny and quizzical looks. "What?"
"Vhy are you covered in food?" Scratchansniff asked.
"Well," Ricky started as he began wiping food off of him "I was walking around, doing nothing in particular, until lunch rolled around. I stopped in on this quiet diner and was enjoying the food and atmosphere. It was peaceful until, out of nowhere, this skeleton man came in, ordered a burger, and then started whistling and spat food all over me and some others. They kicked him out, but I already lost my appetite. So I came here." The Warners looked at him before they started laughing. "Oh, you guys are supportive."
"Vell zen, now zat everyvone's here, how about ve ztart, ja?" Scratchy chimed in before anything else could be said. The session went on as usual, with the shrink needing aspirin at the end. They were about to end it, but Yakko decided to add something at the end.
"Hey Ricky, who's this?" asked the eldest Warner as he pulled out the painting.
"Who's who?" Ricky asked as he looked at the painting. His eyes widened a bit as he saw who it was. "That's...someone special to me. Someone...I can't remember now. Did I paint this?"
"Yeah. Back at Picasso's place." Wakko said.
"Oh." said Ricky as he looked at the picture again. "She...makes me feel special."
"Hmm. Vell, let's discuss this next time. Ok?" Scratchy said.
"He's right. Let's talk next time." Yakko said. "For now, how do you feel Ricky?" Ricky smiled at the group.
"Zany."
"Then what are we waiting for?" Dot said.
"She's right." said Yakko. "Let's go share Ricky's zaniness with everyone." he said, pointing out the window. With that, the quartret sped off to cause mayhem, leaving Scratchy to his aspirin.
