Family

by The Middle Warner Sibling

A different look at the Warners. This fic will follow the siblings from their beginnings, through Animaniacs and beyond.

40. Chapter 40

Author's Note: I'm sorry for the long, long delay with an update. I wasn't really in a good headspace for the last few years (it's better though). I'm back to my hobby again. And while I tried to answer everyone that left a review or sent a message asking about me – thank you. Really. A few times I went back and reread the reviews simply because it was just encouraging to me. And if I didn't answer you, I'm sorry (I think I got everyone though). If I missed you, it was appreciated.

I started this in 2007 – way before any thought of a reboot. So, I'm ignoring the reboot for this story and just going along like I originally planned.

I have new betas too – please send thanks to SilverPen001 and MagnificantJourney. They are both lovely and had to spend their time reading this and making the corrections. It's not easy being my beta, so anyone who takes that job gets my undying gratitude.

I hope everyone enjoys the chapter. I've had a lot of requests for more ducks, (including my own husband) and I wanted to bring in Daffy anyway, so if that's your thing, this is for you.

Chapter 39 - Boost

August 24, 1996

"Ah, Master Yakko. I see you are taking a break."

Panting and exhausted, Yakko did not even bother to respond to the butler while he removed his facemask. He flopped against the tall netting covered fence that separated the paintball staging area from the rest of the TDD Darrett Fun Park an allowed himself to just sit straight on the ground. His legs were sore, his knees were aching, and he had caught yet another paintball in his tail as he had retreated from the field. So, that hurt too.

He wiped his sweat drenched face and glanced at the butler, who was staring down at him with a determined look. Not in the mood for more etiquette lectures while half covered in sticky paint, he chose to look around him instead while he caught his breath.

Darrett Fun Park wasn't that big of a place; he hadn't even heard of it until a week ago. It was the only fun park in ToonTown that was in business. There was a tiny one in Natwick that had closed who knew how long ago. Yakko had seen the abandoned facility a few times when they had been living on the streets. The place had given him the creeps and he had made sure even then to keep Wakko far away from it. He could just see his baby brother drowning in a stagnant wading pool or falling off a dilapidated slide and breaking his neck.

This little fun park had a paintball field that they were quite proud to advertise – they were the first facility of any kind that was offering the sport in ToonTown. They also had a few battered racing slides, a tiny but very twisted go-cart track, a dinky pond that should qualify as a mudpuddle with three of the goofiest looking bumper boats that Yakko could even imagine. Apparently around the back of that was a putting range and a miniature golf course that Wakko had informed him of, which Yakko was not interested at all in seeing.

There were also a few of the most terrifying amusement park rides he had ever seen being operated. Yakko had been told that the owners would occasionally rent a couple old fair rides to drum up some interest in the park. The ones currently there looked like they were held together with bobby pins, rust, and a few thoughts and prayers. He absolutely refused to allow Wakko to ride any of them, which had earned him a scowl from his brother that he ignored.

Inside a large building was a non-functioning carousel that Kit had pointed at before he laughed and proclaimed 'Hey Warners - the merry-go-round broke down', which earned him a few appreciative chuckles at the joke. There was also a decrepit souvenir station and a few arcade machines so ancient that Yakko would be willing to bet money that they had been there before he was born.

The games had thrilled Plucky, who wanted to stay in there and play; Max had to physically remove the duck from the 'Q-Bert' game. Then they both got distracted by a pinball machine. Wakko had grimaced at 'Donkey Kong', muttered something that sounded like 'not in trouble' before he scurried away to go eye the go-carts. Buster was making a valiant attempt to keep his tiny troops in line so he could get them out on the field for a 'training session'.

Yakko had done his best to ignore the others and just let the little blue bunny order him around for a while. It seemed to please Buster that he wasn't having to plead with him to listen and Yakko was able to glean a few things about paintball from him. Kit, who Yakko had to beg to come to this little training session, had laughed at everyone and everything while asking what the hell they had gotten themselves into now. Yakko had been wondering that himself.

The owners, a brother and two sisters with some really obscure show from that 80s were polite and thrilled that a few actors from 'Tiny Toons' and 'Animaniacs' had decided to grace their facility with the presence and play paintball. Hell, they were even excited about Kit being there and all he had done the entire time he was meeting them was chuckle at the outdated decor.

The owners did ask nicely for some photos, and surprisingly everyone behaved enough for them to get several decent Polaroids for display. Even he and Kit had posed for a few, guns pointed at each other's heads while laughing. The owners were happy, and the younger boys were delighted to goof off for a few minutes. Yakko didn't really care; they had decent food at the concession stand and he could rent face masks and paintball guns for himself and Wakko so someone could teach him what the hell to do with the damn thing.

He and Kit did manage to get out of Wakko that the hopper was the black device on top of the paint gun. Apparently, all they needed to do was dump paintballs in it so they could be fed into the gun, then they could 'shoot the crap out of everyone'. Yakko had a feeling there was a bit more to it than that, but by then his brother had run off to act crazy somewhere else and he decided to just try to figure it out on his own.

When the other boys had finally been corralled by Buster, they had spied a couple of old friends cleaning up after a birthday party at some tables near the pond. Drake Mallard had actually nodded at Yakko, which he returned. Yakko saw no reason to antagonize him; after all, he did end up helping them. The duck had even managed to restrain his daughter when she launched herself at the Fab Four. Of course, that meant he, Mr. Bunny, and Jeeves had to restrain them and quiet their taunts. Even Kit managed to display some maturity and self-control for once and did nothing more than give a few cool looks to the duck.

Yakko had not told Wakko or Dot exactly what happened with their special reporter friend but had made it clear that they were not to provoke the Mallards. No sense in breaking their uneasy truce. Apparently Darkwing must have been of the same mindset since he stopped his daughter before it progressed beyond the normal open hostilities between the children. If they started nothing, they would be ignored.

After that, Buster really did manage to convince everyone to attempt to practice, and it had been decided that Yakko would make a very useful training dummy. He had spent a large portion of his time on the field doing his best to hide and not get hit too often by the paintballs. He was willing to admit that the four boys had kicked his ass. Buster was incredibly fast and nimble, while Wakko was fast and small, so both were hard to hit. Max and Plucky were slower than the other boys but were surprisingly sneaky. They were all more skilled at the game then he was. Yakko had only managed to shoot off a few rounds the entire time he had been out there and had struck no one.

Yakko had already decided that paintball was kind of messy and way too much bother for his taste. He much preferred golf.

"Yakko, put the barrel bag on before one of the employees comes by and yells at us again," Mr. Bunny called. He had set up shop at a picnic table and seemed content to ignore everything around him. "You're worse than the boys."

Yakko cut his eyes at him while he fumbled in his pocket for the small rubber cover to put over the barrel of the paintball gun. He had already gotten them yelled at twice because he kept forgetting the stupid thing when he left the field to go to the staging area. He had also gotten yelled at a few times because he kept removing his mask on the field, but the damn thing kept fogging up and he couldn't see anything. At least the other boys had been yelled at by a few employees about their masks as well, so it wasn't like it was just all him.

He couldn't take anything from the park though; they did seem concerned about safety. They had to sit through a safety briefing before any of them were allowed out to play. The barrel cover would break any paintballs immediately in the event of an accidental discharge. When leaving the field to go to the staging area, the paintball gun had to be 'safe', meaning a barrel bag had to be used since no one wore a mask in that area.

He appreciated it since he had no idea what he was getting himself into by agreeing to this. He had found out that not only could he potentially go blind if he caught a paintball in the eye, but he discovered catching a paintball in his tail stung. He was regretting not only the fact that he had given his uneducated permission to allow Wakko and Dot to participate in this, but that he had allowed himself to be goaded into this because a pretty face had basically dared him.

He glanced at his watch - where the hell was Kit? If he was out here being a damn test dummy, the bear should be with him; after all he had agreed to do this too. All he had done was show up for their 'practice session', laughed, determined that the paint was kind of gross, then had spotted an attractive female at the rental booth. Kit had then disappeared with a promise to 'be right back'.

That was an hour-and a half ago. Yakko had not expected Kit to return immediately – he knew better – but he had hoped the coward would return at some point. The others needed something to shoot at when he wasn't on the field.

"If you wish, we can continue."

"Jeeves, I think Yakko needs a break from both paintball and protocol," Mr. Bunny stated, barely glancing up from his calendar before writing something down. "The boys have been pelting him for almost two hours, you have been bombarding him for two weeks. Maybe let him catch his breath."

Yakko threw him a grateful smile. At least he understood. Just five minutes of blessed silence for his battered mind and body. He was positive he could feel a few bruises forming on his tail and wondered again why he let himself be talked into this nonsense.

"As you wish," Jeeves sniffed. "Though good manners and etiquette never take a break, and he should strive to make an exceptional first impression. Not to mention, the date of this affair is drawing close."

Don't remind me.

Jeeves seemed so offended at the idea of not talking about proper fork placement for five minutes, Yakko sighed slightly before saying, "No, it's OK. You're right, I need to learn this, exceptional impressions, pass food to the right, don't pick my nose. Continue please."

This was his fault anyway. With Bugs being busy trying to do last minute things for his upcoming movie, not to mention just the regular schedule he had tutoring three students and his various daily affairs, Yakko had decided to just ask Jeeves for some quick pointers. Yakko knew the man would be knowledgeable and it wouldn't take time from Bugs' already hectic life.

The butler had been flattered to be asked and had seemed delighted to help. Yakko doubted Max was begging for lessons on table manners so he was probably happy to have a willing student.

However, Jeeves had apparently made it his life's mission to make sure Yakko knew each and every rule of etiquette for every damn culture on the planet. Everything was offensive to someone; Yakko was pretty sure he basically offended someone just getting out of bed in the morning with the way Jeeves was preaching. He was glad that asking the man had made him so happy, but he longed for the days when the butler would just carry on a regular conversation and was not trying to pound a new rule in his head every time they spoke.

"We were discussing the proper rules of dining; as I mentioned, please do not pile your plate high with food. You are at a formal event, not the Sizzler, so a moderate amount is appropriate. You may return for more food if you desire. I would suggest strongly you have a napkin or two on your person at all times," Jeeves went on, falling into full lecture mode. "At an event of this caliber, most food will be served in small portions on toothpicks so that they be eaten directly. A napkin will be useful to dispose of the toothpick until you can deposit it in a waste receptacle."

Struggling to stand on his still rubbery legs, Yakko shrugged and asked, "Why make extra steps Jeeves? I'll just toss it in my HammerSpace until -"

"How gauche," Jeeves cut him off, looking appalled. He closed his eyes and pressed his hand to his own temple as if the mere thought had brought about a painful migraine. After a second he exhaled and added, "Master Yakko, I beg of you, please do not dispose of rubbish in that fashion. I cannot stress enough how ill-mannered using your own HammerSpace as a waste receptacle is."

"Remember Yakko, at these events, not everyone is going to have Schlesinger Syndrome," Mr. Bunny added with a small frown, finally looking up at his calendar. "Not to mention, there will be humans there. It's…well, crude to do that in this sort of setting. Just save that behavior for anything that doesn't involve tuxedos and you'll be fine."

"Gotcha Mime!"

"Damn it Wakko you idiot! You were supposed -"

"Buster! What did I say before about your language? At least be smart enough to not scream it in public!" Mr. Bunny put a hand over his face briefly and shook his head before muttering and heading toward the fence to glare at Buster, who flinched but removed his facemask and spoke to his father through the fence.

Meanwhile Wakko, drenched in bright green paint on the right side of his body, was trying to shake himself clean while slowly backing away from Buster. Max, laughing like the lunatic he was, shot him again, this time in his tail. Wakko yelped, spun, and fired once, shooting Max in the abdomen. He then hauled ass across the playing field to hide behind an orange inflatable bunker.

Plucky stuck his head up from behind a giant tire and wildly shot off a few rounds in Wakko's general direction as he ran by. He missed and ducked back down. Buster, free from whatever light lecture his father had given him, ran back onto the field, forgetting his facemask and getting pelted with paintballs from the other three boys while getting yelled at again, this time by an employee.

Yakko shook his head and wondered if one of them was going to blind by the end of this disastrous 'training session'. He gratefully took Mr. Bunny's hand to help him stand up as he passed by. Bunch of goofballs. He wasn't out there to torture, so they would pick at each other. It didn't even seem like training; it started that way but now that he wasn't out there it had just morphed into a free for all. Yakko frowned slightly before shrugging and slowly following Jeeves over to the splintery picnic table as he continued to speak.

He may not have a clue what to do with paintball, but at least his manners would be flawless. And he could get some paintball practice in a while. Whenever Kit decided to return, Yakko had every intention of using him for a target since the bear had abandoned him.

XXXXXXXXXX

August 27, 1996

"– and trust me Gearhead, this will be great."

"I know, if we don't get caught," Wakko muttered, not looking up at Plucky as he kneeled in one of the empty bays of the motor pool. He studied the two long pieces of two-inch PVC pipe he had grabbed from a pile at the maintenance shed before squirting in some of the sticky purple plumber's cement. He glanced up at Plucky and warned, "If you screw up, I'm not covering for you again."

"I said thanks, I owe you one!" Plucky insisted before squatting down next to him. "I didn't know it was going to hit his truck!"

"This is such a bad idea," Wakko muttered, fitting the pipes together before he gave a small smile at the result. This would be a much longer cannon at least. And hopefully better built.

"Look, you said you could do it. And you have…sort of."

That was true. Him and his big mouth. Wakko figured that he sorta asked for this – he was the one who had said making a t-shirt cannon wouldn't be that hard. He had the very basic idea of how to make a potato gun, and he figured this would just be a modified version of that. It probably would have been too – if Plucky hadn't told him that he wasn't exactly looking for a t-shirt cannon.

He knew listening to Plucky about this was going to backfire on him. Hell, it already had. He had finally made Plucky his stupid cannon at Foghorn's house with some various bits he was able to scrap up. It was small, and didn't shoot very far, but it did work. Kind of.

Plucky had laughed at his first attempt; Wakko had not let the glue he used dry long enough and it fell apart in his hands before they even could think of loading it. The second attempt didn't work that much better. He had used Acme Silicone that time, which dried super quick, but it didn't seal to the plastic that well. He even tried duct tape to help the seal and it still didn't help much.

The third attempt went…better…sorta….it didn't fall apart right away at least. Wakko was actually proud of it; it had been about a foot long and didn't look too stupid. He had wanted to shoot it but didn't have anything in the garage that would be usable as ammunition. Plucky had leftover paintballs, which seemed like a great idea – but he said if they were using his paintballs, he got to shoot it first.

Wakko had agreed and thought Plucky would follow him to the backyard. Instead, the duck had been so eager to try the cannon that he just abandoned common sense, stood in the doorway of the garage, pulled on the air valve, and shot. While Plucky had great aim when it came to pies, his aim in paintball sucked. He had managed to hit the one thing in the entire district he should absolutely have avoided - Foghorn's truck. Wakko had watched in a haze of terror as the paintballs hit the right rear tire and exploded green all over the side of it. He was still convinced he had a mini stroke when it happened.

At least he was able to cover for them. After he had regained his senses enough to realize what had happened – and what would happen if the rooster came out of the house - he had smacked Plucky's head so hard the duck had dropped to his knees. Then he had immediately grabbed cleaners and rags. With Plucky's help, he was able to gently scrub and wipe the paint off the body of the truck and polish the tires and rims…and check for damage. There was none, thank goodness, he would have felt terrible, and Foghorn would have ground them both to dust in the driveway.

He didn't even have to lie about it, which was the only good thing to have come of the entire mess. When the rooster saw them, he just thought they cleaned his truck and rims because 'you've been paying attention to me boy! Can't be – I say – can't be driving around like a clodhopper with unpolished chrome!'. Wakko saw no reason to correct him.

After that though, Wakko had put his foot down and told Plucky that he absolutely refused to work further on his 'secret weapon'. Plucky shouldn't be trusted with anything stronger than a Kosh Ball. But the duck apologized, begged, pleaded, and pointed out that Wakko was really the only one he knew for a fact who could do it. Even if his first two attempts sucked, the third one was pretty damn good. It just needed a bit of work; that one had fallen apart too, after being fired once.

Wakko couldn't argue with that, and the cannon had been fun for the five seconds they had it before Plucky's suicidal test shot. And he had been already thinking of ways to improve it. He knew the trial-and-error approach wasn't the most practical method for creating it, but he couldn't exactly ask anyone. He had a feeling Foghorn wouldn't be thrilled he was trying to make a cannon for Plucky, especially since the duck was convinced he could use it for the paintball game against the girls. Adults usually got weird about things like that.

But the duck was persistent and skilled at flattery; he had managed to talk him into making another attempt. It hadn't even taken that long for Wakko to agree – he was actually having fun doing it, even if every attempt had gone a bit crazy. But he refused to do it in Foghorn's garage. If there were any more disasters, he would rather it not be there.

Plus, Foghorn didn't have tons of materials for this, or not enough that Wakko wasn't positive that the rooster would start to notice the reduction in his stock if he kept messing around. He definitely did not have enough compressed air, and Foghorn's compressor was loud and would attract his attention eventually.

But the studio had all of that in abundance, especially the motor pool and the various maintenance sheds. Wakko knew the motor pool of the lot well; it was one of his favorite spots. Most of the mechanics were friendly with him just from his living on the lot several years, his own interest in cars, and his association with Foghorn. The mechanics never minded when he went over there to visit or to see what they were doing, as long as he stayed out of the way when they were actually doing some work and he never told on them when they weren't.

Plucky had been enthusiastic when Wakko suggested they move their 'secret weapon' site to the motor pool. They would have tons more supplies, lots more room, no one hanging over them to hide from, and the opportunity to perhaps make a bigger and better cannon.

And the timing had worked out perfect. Wakko had no scenes to film today; Yakko was with Porky and Dot since they were going to film another short where she got to pretend to be yet another one of the innumerable Disney princesses. The last he had seen of them they were on their way to costuming so she could get fitted for a mermaid tail. He hadn't even looked at the script; he was still a bit irritated by the last song they had filmed.

Of course he couldn't spell 'Santa' – he was just the idiot middle kid. And they had sung about it, to the tune of a Christmas song. Wakko sighed; why couldn't they ever have Dot do something like that? Or Yakko – Wakko grinned at the thought and wondered if his older brother would gripe about them singing a song about his lack of brains for not being able to spell a simple word.

Yakko would try to sympathize, but in the end would just say it was his job and just because it was in the script it didn't mean he was an idiot. He was just playing a role and to let it go. And Wakko knew he was right; he was being dumb even being aggravated by it.

But he was. He foresaw a venting session with Monty in the near future. Monty would let him complain as much as he wanted and would jump in and throw some colorful insults and comments around while he was at it. Wakko had found that just complaining to him about minor annoyances was usually easier than saying anything to Yakko. Yakko tried to understand, and he'd usually let him complain about it for a while before he'd put a stop to it and try to offer some funny quip, but he never seemed to get what he was complaining about most times.

But he didn't care, not today. He didn't have to be on a set today, he was scheduled for later in the week for his own costume fitting, he basically had the day off. He actually had homework to finish that he really should have done over the weekend but decided he could forget about that for the time being.

He could do it tonight – hell, if this cannon attempt went well, he might be able to convince Plucky to help him with it. Flemeil had stated that it was about the right time in his curriculum that Wakko begin Social Studies, and now he had that to deal with on top of his usual schoolwork. All he could make out of the class was that it was going to require more writing than he desired. Plucky wasn't Buster when it came to writing papers, but he was definitely better at it then he was. The addition of this new class made him doubly happy he had dropped harp.

Besides, he didn't have time to worry about a new stupid class, not now. Plucky had been able to come to the lot today. His little brother was auditioning for a part on some new show, for ToonTown only, and their parents were with him. Which meant that Plucky could tag along and come visit him while they did whatever – Plucky was too old for the part so his parents could not force him to audition. They had been pushing him to audition for another part, but Plucky had said something about he didn't think it was a good fit for him.

Wakko didn't push for more information; if Plucky wanted to talk about it, he would. He knew the duck's parents had been pushing him to get another role before he became a 'has been', and while Wakko knew Plucky had auditioned for a few, he had received almost no calls backs for a second reading. He had no idea how to help his friend but figured that if he agreed to still try to make his cannon it would make him happy. And Plucky knew he could talk to him about anything he wanted. He had told the duck that before.

But Plucky didn't seem to be concerned about it, at least not today. The duck had been so hyper that Wakko was almost worried about taking him to the motor pool. There were way too many things in there that Plucky could get involved with. But Plucky being there, when he wasn't busy running his mouth, had been entertaining and useful. They had been able to goof off a bit, eat lunch, and wander around while they decided on what to do and they had begun to formulate a plan.

Wakko had been able to explain what he was looking for, and the duck had proven clever in being able to track down the supplies when he was given a description. Plucky had been the one to sneak into one of the maintenance sheds by picking the lock. He was able to hunt down both the plumber's primer and the cement while Wakko had been digging through the various piles of leftover parts to find the correct sized PVC pipes to build what he had envisioned. Hell, Plucky had even grabbed a couple tubes of glue and a few rolls of duct tape just because he remembered Wakko using them before, however unsuccessfully.

Wakko stashed them in his HammerSpace. He was staring a collection of potentially useful crap in there. Superglue and duct tape would have come in handy in the past, and he liked the idea of having it available for any future mishaps.

Putting the glued together pipes down on the floor, Wakko stood, wiping his hands on his pants before glancing around. A lot of the mechanics that were usually there were out today, so most of the bays were empty. He was in the back section of the motor pool, in bay fourteen; the mechanics were all up in bays one through seven, so they basically had half the shop to themselves. The mechanics that were there had seemed delighted to see him. A few knew Plucky; the ones who didn't had introduced themselves and thrilled the duck, and then they had been told to stay out of trouble and to not to anything they wouldn't do. After that, a few of them had even gone back to work.

While the mechanics did do work, they also played around a lot, and watching them had given Wakko the idea of what he believed would get the job done. The mechanics would often use air to blow each other's hats off, or to surprise another mechanic working under a hood, shooting him with a burst of air on his butt to get him to jump.

A bead seater would be an excellent way to get all the compressed air he could ever want for a cannon. There was always plenty of them around the garage, and he doubted the mechanics would care if he borrowed one for this. The mechanics were one of the biggest bunch of pranksters he had ever seen. He would have asked them for help but was afraid the information that he was attempting to build a hyperactive duck a paintball cannon would make it back to a few people he would rather have not know.

"OK, Plucky, we need a Cheetah," Wakko stated while walking toward four racks across from their bay that held various sized tires. "They look like yellow tanks and will have a -"

"The hell is a Cheetah?"

"A bead seater." Wakko glanced over at Plucky's confused look and figured he should probably explain. Maybe the duck would learn something. "It's a tool used to put a tire on a rim; it puts out air to make the sidewall set on it. But I was thinking since they use such a big amount of high-pressure air – "

"- we can get a big high-pressure cannon!" Plucky screeched, finishing the thought while he bounced up and down on the tips of his webbed feet.

"Be quiet! We don't want them to hear us!"

"Sorry."

"Just look for one," Wakko muttered quietly while he pointed toward the right. "It's yellow and will have a black barrel – like a tube - sticking out of the front."

With that, Wakko started digging underneath a storage rack filled with tires, pushing hoses out of the way. They usually had a few of them lying around; he knew a few were being used by the mechanics up in the other bays, but every garage had extras. They were always getting broken. The mechanics were usually in a hurry and wanted to get such a mundane task out of the way that they would routinely forget about them, hop in the vehicle and drive off, running them over. Wakko had seen more than one of the mechanics actually drop a car lift down on them when they got in a big hurry.

Not seeing any, he moved to the third row and bent down, looking in the various boxes stashed under the racks. Figures, he finally needs one and there were none around. If he weren't looking for one, they would be every-

"Hey, Wak, I found one! I think, but it's busted," Plucky's voice came through the rack. "Nothing else here. Anywhere else to look?"

Wakko looked up, spying Plucky in the second row of tires. He walked to where the duck was pointing to under the rack and grinned. He knew he was right – there had to be a few lying around, and a broken barrel wouldn't affect the air pressure. The discharge valve was still good. It would be perfect – the PVC pipe would fit over the barrel, and he could just seal that with the plumber's glue. It was one of the bigger models at about two feet long and high and would be heavy, but it should work. He wondered who broke it; it looked brand new. Even the metal support legs were not damaged.

"Faboo, duck," Wakko grinned, giving the pleased duck a friendly smack on his shoulder. "Let's get it over to our bay. Grab the handle."

The tank had a large carrying handle sticking out of the top, and Wakko grabbed it, letting out several grunts as he struggled to lift it. Plucky watched and laughed at him before he finally leaned down to also grasp the handle, and the two of them managed to slowly walk it back to the bay.

Wakko quickly took the primer and cement and coated the inside of the pipe, fitting it over the barrel of the Cheetah and filling in any gaps with extra cement. He glanced at Plucky and grinned to himself; the duck looked like he just been promised a copy of every videogame PlayStation had made or would ever make. The duck was practically drooling he was so excited.

Well, he did enjoy making his friends happy. If this worked like he thought it would, he would be just as happy as his friend. He didn't see how they would be able to use this in the paintball game, it was too heavy and awkward to carry around, but if it worked maybe he could improve on it some more, make it more mobile. A Cheetah was powerful, but it would be useless in a game if it took two of them to move it easily. This wasn't the largest model available; it was only a ten-gallon tank, but definitely not an easy carry for any of them. He would have to brainstorm a bit more if this worked. First though, he had to make one that didn't immediately fall apart.

"Let's go Inksplot! What's the hold up? Stop stalling and let me -"

"Give me a damn minute, impatient duck. The sealant needs to dry," Wakko argued as he shot a scowl at him. When the duck went to speak again, he added, "That was the problem the first few times. Just…try to be patient."

At Plucky's nod, Wakko began to test the seals, tugging at the pipes. It appeared to be holding, and he was hopeful that they could shoot it and actually not have it fall apart the second it went off.

They needed some sort of ammunition. He looked around, seeing nothing but bolts, nuts, screws, washers, and other small hardware scattered around. Nothing suitable.

"Hey Plucky, you got anymore paintballs?"

"No, but I can Fritz some," Plucky shrugged. "I've started working with Daffy on how -"

"Lot of wasted effort for paintballs," Wakko said. "I'd rather save my time and energy for -"

"Eh, I wouldn't do it all the time, it's a pain in the ass. Even Daffy has had problems with it, but in a pinch, they could work," Plucky interrupted him. "Plus, I figure if you mess up, they disappear quickly." With a devilish smiled he added, "No evidence."

"Wish you had used those when you shot the truck," Wakko muttered before he laughed at the explanation.

"Remind me next time and I will. Is it ready?"

"Yeah. Fritz those paintballs and let's see what happens this time."

Plucky gave him a smirk before he stared at the wall. After a few moments he reached behind him to his HammerSpace as he concentrated on his new task. Wakko watched, curious; Plucky had made it sound complicated, though knowing him he could just be overstating how difficult it was. After about thirty seconds the duck grinned and gave a relived sigh as he pulled his hand from around his back to show Wakko about a dozen bright green paintballs perched in a little pyramid shape in his palm.

Wakko frowned then shrugged; too much effort, but they didn't have anything else to use. While that many paintballs were probably a bit more than they would need, it would be enough to test it and see if his idea worked. If it did, he could work on coming up with something a bit more portable next.

"OK, Pluck," Wakko said, putting his hand over the barrel before the duck could load it. He chose to ignore the duck's exasperated expression and added, "Calm down, I'm not stalling. What are we going to shoot at? We can't just aim it at the wall."

"It will disappear in -"

"Still though, we should aim at something," Wakko mused. When Plucky narrowed his eyes at him he explained, "I want to aim at something to see how it works. Next time I might use a different sized pipe or -"

"Next time, huh?" Plucky got a smug expression on his face before he asked, "Guess now you don't think it was such a bad idea after all?"

"Yeah, yeah, all right, maybe it's not your worst idea," Wakko replied, grinning at the duck. "Don't get all weird on me. Load it up – I'm gonna make a target. Don't shoot it yet, I want -"

"I made the paintballs, so I get to shoot first."

Wakko hesitated before sighing, "All right, fine. Try not to screw it up this time."

Plucky nodded as he dumped the paintballs in the barrel, and Wakko quickly grabbed an empty box that had once contained timing belts and dragged it over to the wall. He rolled a tire over as well, leaned it against the wall and shoved the box in the middle of it. That should give him an idea of how the paint splattered when fired from this particular sized tube, and what modifications he may need to make next time.

He quickly stepped back to Plucky, who was quivering he was so excited. Making a motion to help him, Wakko dragged the Cheetah into a better position, wincing as the metal support legs dragged on the concrete floor.

But the barrel was now aimed at the box.

"Ready?" Wakko asked. When Plucky nodded his head, he added, "OK, like before, pull the valve to release the air and fire it."

With a wide grin on his bill, Plucky gave a firm nod while Wakko leaned forward in anticipation. Plucky pulled the valve to release the air and fire…

Wakko reacted first.

He grabbed Plucky by his arm and yanked him to the floor as the paintballs burst forth from the cannon, struck the box and the wall…and then began to bounce around the shop at a high rate of speed. Wakko watched in stunned disbelief as the paintballs flew around, knocking over racks of hoses and clamps. Wires and belts exploded from shelves that were knocked into and twisted through the air. A few of the paintballs had bounced so high that they pinged off the ceiling before knocking into shelving fixtures or upper lights before they careened off toward the front of the shop, gaining velocity as they went.

Ducking down and swearing under his breath he dragged Plucky under the storage shelf of the bay for cover. Some of the mutated paintballs had knocked over a box of ball bearings and they were scattering and rolling around the back bays. Up front the mechanics had begun to yell as several of the paintballs hurtled toward them, and Wakko heard tools dropping as they began to scatter.

"What the hell did you do Plucky?" Wakko demanded as he grabbed the duck by the front of his shirt and started to shake him. Hard. "What happened you idiot?"

Wakko winced as one of the mechanics started laughing at 'those crazy toon kids in back'. Another was jokingly saying that this was interrupting his work. A few of the other mechanics joined in the laughter and questioned what they hell they did now. Someone else remarked at the pretty green color that the manager's office chair now had, which told Wakko that they apparently would explode at some point. Another voice yelled out that were going to hide and let them know when it was over.

Meanwhile Plucky was yammering off some excuse.

"Too much moisture! In the shell! The concentrations! I told you - I just – even Daffy -"

"You said you could do them!"

"I may have overstated my abilities!"

"Overstated my ass," Wakko muttered, pulling Plucky further back under the shelf for protection as one of the malformed paintballs vaulted past them and burst on their target. He heard some glass shattering and flinched, wondering what broke, before hearing a lot of additional screaming and swearing.

He was definitely never doing another damn thing for Plucky again. Hell, once they left this garage he may never talk to the moron again.

The paintballs were still zipping around the bays but did appear to be losing some of their momentum. At least they were not bouncing off the ceiling anymore. A few more of them had burst; a white WB pickup and a black Camaro were both splattered with green paint. A camera truck on a car lift in bay three had a windshield coated in green paint. A paintball had ruptured near the entrance to the motor pool, and the floor was coated in paint. A large Snap-On toolbox also had some paint spray on it.

Hopefully the paintballs had not actually dented anything. The paint itself would fade and disappear soon, at least Plucky couldn't be wrong about that. Plus, he had only made a small number of them. And they didn't bounce for that long. This…could have been worse, Wakko reasoned. If nothing major was damaged, it wouldn't be a big deal. He would pick up the fallen items, sweep up whatever broke – he'd use Plucky's face as the broom -

"Holy shit guys, what were you doing?"

Wakko stuck his head out from under the shelf to see Cruz, one of the tire technicians and the only toon employed in the motor pool stick his head out around a car lift up in bay nine.

"Jesus I think Cooper pissed himself!" The short hound jerked back as one of the last still active paintballs recoiled off the lift. Talking louder to be heard over whoever was still hollering outside the open shop door he added, "You two made a hell of a mess! Essex is gonna be pissed he missed this for some bullshit safety class."

Wakko cringed as Cruz ran over to bay twelve, nimbly avoiding stepping on any of the fallen items scattered around. Plucky finally stuck his head out, and they all watched as another of the bouncy balls ruptured all over the pegboard holding random supplies in bay eight. Wakko sighed; he could add that to the list of things he was probably going to have to pick up.

Cruz widened his eyes and shook his head as he continued toward them, looking around the bay with an amused and inquisitive expression. He began to list off the mechanics that were not there who had missed the show. Then he listed the ones who were there that seemed to have enjoyed it now that the last bouncy paintball had finally careened into an open cup of Mountain Dew. They all watched as after a few seconds it exploded, sending paint and soda all over bay four. That was a sticky mess that someone – most likely him – was going to have to clean up.

A few of the other mechanics were starting to come back toward them, asking if they were OK and what the hell was going on.

Wakko reluctantly crawled out from under the shelf with a motion for Plucky to follow. They probably had a lot of crap to pick up. Plucky had better be willing to help; not only was it his fault, but if they could get it cleaned up now, then maybe they could still escape any -

"What now?" Plucky whispered as he grasped his arm when he stood. "Should we leave before they -"

"And go where?" Wakko retorted while lifting his ears higher to hear what was happening outside. Someone sounded really, really, pissed. Probably at them. "It's not like they don't -"

"These little shits made a cannon! No wonder the window broke! Wouldn't have thought of doing this but it's fuckin' inspired."

Wakko glanced to see that Veyron, a mechanic with long curly hair, was now next to Cruz by the abandoned cannon. Both had squatted down and were examining the barrel with amused expressions. Wakko would bet anything they would probably try to use it later. He felt somewhat pleased to know that he had impressed them despite the disaster.

At least he now knew what the breaking glass was. He had a feeling that Yakko was going to be furious if he found out -

"Who broke the god damn window? Someone's going to pay! I rented this space and will be compensated! All my work is ruined!"

Wakko stiffened, feeling Plucky also go tense as two security guards, both human, came through the open bay door. Behind them was a very tall, very angry human toon dressed all in black who screeched about his ruined masterpiece in a weird accent that sort of sounded like Scratchy and pointed at them. Outside the doorway Wakko could see two more security guards, a wiry panther and a squat bear also coming toward them. The panther was speaking into a radio as they hurried into the building.

Plucky swiveled his head back and forth like he was watching an especially vigorous tennis match and whimpered, "Oh wow we're in a world of shit, Inksplot."

Wakko couldn't disagree. They were probably going to be banned from the motor pool for this; Plucky wouldn't care, but he would. There was a crazy photographer crying about his sabotaged photoshoot, though Wakko didn't know what he was talking about.

Since it was them, Wakko was positive they were going to have their asses hauled in front of Plotz because that's what always seemed to happen. Which meant that a meeting would be called, which meant that Yakko and Plucky's parents were not only going to find out, but they would be pissed beyond belief. Those were never pleasant meetings.

Well, it had been a while since Yakko had dragged him across the lot by his ear to the tower. He gave Plucky a nasty look since he was probably going to be experience it again soon thanks to his overstated Fritzing abilities.

He turned to see if he could expect any assistance from the mechanics…nope.

Wakko could see two of them ducking out of sight into the supply room, the door closing silently behind them. Veyron was already lying on a creeper up in bay one and was just disappearing under the paint splattered truck. After a few seconds only his boots were sticking out.

Wakko was almost positive it was Cruz who was crouching down in the trunk of the Camaro; the toon was quietly pulling the lid down on himself to hide. Cooper was attempting to use the Snap On toolbox as a screen, twisting it so he was better out of view.

Within twenty seconds, the motor pool was empty of a single visible mechanic.

Wakko couldn't blame them; he wished he had been able to run for cover himself. No one wanted to hear 'blame' and 'compensation' be bellowed anywhere around them; when those words were spoken, it was always wise to disappear. He wished he had listened to Plucky and had agreed to leave when the duck had wanted to.

He did wonder which of the mechanics had taken his cannon though. He noticed that it was as missing as the motor pool employees. He sent an annoyed glare at their hiding spaces; they could have at least said thanks for their new toy since he was going to catch hell because of it.

The photographer was still seething near the bay door, though he didn't seem inclined to try to stop them himself. He seemed content to yell for others to grab them as he gestured viciously while hollering and lamenting the lost inspiration for his 'art', his traumatized models, and 'losing daylight'.

"It's obviously them! They need to come with me! I want my shoot compensated and rescheduled!"

The human guards began to talk to him, asking him to please calm down. The panther and bear advanced on them, and Plucky started to turn, probably to run in a blind panic. Wakko grabbed his arm; they were caught, no sense in adding to their troubles. While it was tempting, running and hiding would just piss everyone off more. Besides, it wasn't exactly the first time they were busted doing something; Plucky should be used to it by now.

As the panther grabbed his jacket collar and the bear yanked Plucky away from him before gripping the duck's shirt, Wakko decided to look on the bright side; Yakko was probably going to kill him but at least his cannon hadn't fallen apart.

XXXXXXXXXX

Christ TP, calm down.

Hoping that Plotz didn't give himself a heart attack in front of him, Yakko leaned back against the wall and crossed his arms. He watched as Bugs and Foghorn, seated in the two chairs across from Plotz's desk, attempted to look serious and not smirk at the fuming CEO. Mr. Bunny had been called on the telephone to be patched into this ridiculous meeting, though he seemed more confused as to why the meeting was even called or what the big deal was.

Yakko had been irritated that he was summoned to Plotz's office. He had been having a decent time with Dot and Porky. Dot had been fitted for her Little Mermaid tail that she was excited to wear in their upcoming short. She had also had measurements taken for a few other Disney princess outfits she'd be wearing that she was thrilled about.

Yakko had been dragged into wardrobe as well, so they could double check all his measurements. The studio was supplying his tuxedo for Shere Kahn's big fancy shindig, which Yakko thought was great. It was one less thing for him to worry about, and he was nervous enough about it already. The studio was not about to let him go to an event of that caliber looking anything less than one hundred percent. Plotz had already questioned Bugs' sanity by inviting him and seemed concerned that he would not be prepared for something before the big day.

Wakko had a much simpler costume and had been put off for a few days. That gave him a bit of free time for him to go goof off with his friend for a bit. Yakko hoped they managed to stay out of trouble – without the extra brain cells that were contributed by the two missing members of their little squad who knew what they could find to get into.

He had just sat down for a late lunch with his sister and the pig when a frazzled intern came rushing into the cafeteria to inform him that Plotz was demanding his presence for an emergency meeting. He had also been informed that she was not to accept no for an answer. Porky had told him to go; there was no sense in upsetting Plotz, plus it sounded important. He would stay with Dot until he returned. Dot didn't seem to care; she stole the cheesecake off his tray since he wouldn't be there to eat it and she didn't want it to go bad.

So now, he was not only hungry, but he was annoyed that once again, he was in the tabloids for something. At least Kit and the younger boys were in the photographs too, with none of them demonstrating what could be called appropriate and safe paintball behavior. Hell, even Jeeves and Mr. Bunny were in the background of a few photographs and were criticized for not ensuring the safety of the children and the wellbeing of everyone around them.

If he had known that playing around with Kit and the younger boys for a few cheesy photos was going to have blown up like this he would have refused. Or at least worn a face mask; that was part of the criticism they were now facing. Well, that and just aiming guns at each other; hell, one of the articles was complaining that half the boys didn't have barrel bags on. Yakko hadn't even noticed. He supposed the little fun park was thrilled though; this story had to be the most interest anyone had in them in the last decade or more.

Kit, that fool, found it hilarious. When Yakko had been told about the story and called the cub, he had already been aware of the brewing scandal – apparently Ms. Cunningham had a conniption about the fact that not only was her son in the tabloids, but several of her clients as well, all shooting each other with paint guns with not a care for displaying any sort of safety procedures. Kit had warned him to expect a phone call with a ton of ideas and suggestions on how to downplay it. Apparently, Ms. Cunningham had been working on a list since early that morning.

"– and we have people already screaming in Congress about guns and safety and you idiots are out here letting kids play with them?"

"Not this idiot doc -"

"Quiet," Plotz cut Bugs off, which caused the rabbit to scowl and Foghorn to chuckle very quietly. "We have pictures of the boys running around aiming guns at each other! And not one was wearing a face mask when they should have?"

Yakko looked away quickly out the window to his left, already feeling three sets of eyes on him.

"Look, Thad, they're toy guns. And we reminded them of the masks when we caught them! Most of these pictures are simply them posing and clowning around, not actually -"

"Do these children do anything besides clown around?"

"It's paintball, the boys like -"

"I understand that Bernie," Mr. Plotz gave an angry sigh before he rubbed his temples before turning toward the phone. "I do, and truthfully I'm not the one who cares. But now not only has Tasty Toon Gossip gotten pictures of them goofing off – and that includes you, Yakko, stop trying to avoid looking at me -"

Yakko barely glanced at him, instead he glared at Bugs who had turned to snicker at him. The rabbit had been full of droll remarks when he shoved the paper in his face earlier after he arrived at the lot, most of them comments about how Yakko couldn't keep himself out of trouble.

"– running around without facemasks and aiming guns at each other. Now some company…" Plotz looked down at some notes he took on a pad. "Tippman Sports…got notified by this damn park that a bunch of celebrity kids were using their products. They want to schedule a time…talk to the agents…get everyone to come back for photographs…"

"Gotta get – I say – Gotta get the girls out there too-"

"Have you lost whatever minuscule portion of a mind you have?" Plotz hissed at Foghorn while slamming his fist on his desk and partially rising out of his seat. "Bad enough the boys are out there you want a bunch of little girls there too?"

"Only fair," Bugs shrugged. "It'll be a joint game doc -"

"It will not," Plotz cut Bugs off with a frown. "We need to kill this, now. As I said, I've already had to talk to several people, including Mr. Kellner -"

Oh boy, that's not good.

Yakko grimaced; he had only met the man a few times. He was smart and definitely knew his business. Yakko was aware that he was partially responsible for the creation of the Fox Network –no one thought the little upstart network would succeed but look how well they had done.

While he didn't dislike him, Yakko could say truthfully that he wasn't comfortable around him either. He was one of the ones that rumor around the lot said wanted to take some things 'in a different direction'. Bugs had been vague on what that meant when he had discussed it with him, but Yakko knew that he was not one he wanted to get on the bad side of. He wasn't frightened of him, but he felt it prudent to be wary of one of the few people who could actually tell Plotz what to do.

"- who is not happy at all that a bunch of Warner Brothers' toons have been photographed being careless with guns – toy or not – along with safety. In a sport that is just being introduced into town. And we don't need this! And even Mr. Moon at Disney sa-"

"Relax Mr. Plotz, we can come up with something," Bugs said breezily, leaning back in his chair with a shrug.

"Maybe a PSA, those always seem to make the public happy," Plotz muttered. "Mr. Kellner would be pleased with that; maybe even Mr. Moon would be up for a joint one on safety since one of theirs is involved. Disney always likes that…it's been a while since we've done one anyway…"

Yakko inwardly shuddered; no one wanted to draw a PSA assignment. Unless something bad happened and it was needed for some positive press, they were usually voluntary. Since very few people volunteered for them, when it was felt one needed to be done, it was usually decided on by a lottery system. Meaning a bunch of names were dumped in a hat and some poor sucker was chosen. Just mentioning that a PSA needed to be done was usually enough to clear out a room.

He had always been thankful that neither he nor his sibling's names had ever been drawn but knew at some point their luck would run out. He just hoped it wasn't now; he was already anxious about the party on Friday. Knowing he was going to have to deal with a silly PSA too would do nothing for his stress level.

"None of the kids killed anyone doc," Bugs pointed out in a slightly anxious voice. "No need to scar them by having them participate in that malarkey if they don't need to."

Yakko giggled quietly. Bugs either was of the same mindset or he was remembering his own community service that had also doubled as a PSA. He quickly wiped the grin off his face when Bugs turned to glare at him and instead gave him the most innocent smile he could muster.

"Maybe next time they go, have a few photos leak out of them actually following the rules. Or a statement - wouldn't be the first time we took a negative story and put a positive twist on…what…is going on out there?"

Bugs trailed off, a look of confusion on his face as his ears were turned toward the office door. Yakko watched him, lifting his own ears more so he could hear whatever Bugs had. Plotz and Foghorn exchanged puzzled looks.

Yakko could hear the secretary, Ms. Parker, telling someone very curtly that Mr. Plotz was in a meeting, a man with an accent that sounded somewhat German telling her that he didn't care, he had paid. Other voices were arguing for them to 'let go' and why couldn't he do anything like he should they couldn't believe he had to do this now…

He jumped as the door to the office was slammed open so hard that the knob left a small indentation in the wall behind it. Two security guards he didn't recognize trooped in, but he was quite familiar with the two figures they marched in by their collars. Yakko rolled his eyes, annoyed. His brother had obviously got into something – again. But really, did the guards have to drag them around by their necks? With as often as it happened, one of the kids was going to end up with a pinched nerve soon.

Behind them was a tall, irate human toon, absolutely frothing at the mouth about a vandalized photo shoot. The man was screaming and waving his arms around enough that if he didn't slow down, Yakko was afraid he might hover off the floor. Beyond him, still in the entranceway and demanding to speak to Plotz while pushing past Ms. Parker was Plucky's family.

Yakko, still leaning against the wall glanced over at Bugs and Foghorn, who looked just as surprised as anyone else at the interruption. Foghorn went to stand, but Bugs motioned him to sit back down. The rabbit turned to look at Yakko briefly, giving him a 'wait' signal; Yakko shot him an irritated look. That was his brother, he thought he had a right to go to him, even if it were just to find out what he had done now. After a moment he chose to slouch back against the wall. For now. Bugs had his 'I-want-to-observe' look on his face, which Yakko had become familiar with over the years, and he knew better than to argue with the rabbit when he had that expression.

Mr. Bunny's voice was echoing through the speaker phone, asking what all the noise was. Plotz let out an irritated sigh before he snapped at button on the phone with a pudgy finger. He then came out of his chair and had rounded the corner of his desk to stalk toward the guards, already pointing at Wakko and Plucky.

What the hell did these two do now?

"What is the meaning of this? Why -"

"Look, we're sorry! I didn't -"

"They weren't supposed to do that!"

"Plucky, you need to find different friends -"

"- models are too stressed to -"

"We apologize for our son; this is -"

"I'll clean it! Promise! Just don't ban -"

"- bounce so high! Maybe next time a different gelatin -"

"I demand this be addressed! This -"

Still blinking at the chaos in front of him and wondering what he should do, Yakko watched as Plotz threw his head back and bellowed 'quiet' so loud he was surprised that the windows in the office didn't explode.

But as usual, when Plotz yelled, everyone listened. The entire group went silent and turned toward him, mouths open as they blinked in synchronization like a group of startled owls.

"One at a time. What is the meaning of this?" Mr. Plotz asked, his low tone of voice surprisingly much more unsettling than his usual loud bluster. He pointed to one of security guards. "You. Start talking."

"We brought them here Mr. Plotz -"

"I can see that dolt," Plotz snapped. "I want to know why."

"We were directed to," the panther replied simply.

"He states they vandalized his photo shoot," the bear added as he pulled upwards on Plucky's collar slightly while he jerked his own head toward the photographer. "Broken window in the motor pool. Models outside covered in goop, a destroyed set, glass everywhere. We've been told if anything happens and any of the children are involved, they are to be brought directly to you."

"Gee, thanks."

Missing the sarcasm in the reply, the panther replied, "You're welcome sir. Here."

With that, the panther and the bear thrust Wakko and Plucky towards Plotz, who took a step back to avoid a collision. Both boys stumbled before glancing around and seeing the audience that was viewing them. Then they quickly stepped backwards a few feet in Yakko's direction near the windows, Wakko slightly in front of Plucky with the duck grasping his arm and staring at his parents. The two guards immediately left the office, closing the door behind them.

Yakko studied the two boys. Plucky looked petrified. Wakko looked worried but resigned, which was his usual expression whenever he was in trouble and was still working on a way out of it.

He was curious on top of annoyed but figured he would know soon enough. Wakko would be blurting out some hairbrained excuse for whatever they had done shortly. Must have been a real doozy to get this kind of escort. Yakko gave a wistful sigh, remembering the days when Wakko would do something and he'd be dragged to Plotz's office by just one guard instead of an entourage.

"Now you. Speak," Plotz ordered while he pointed at the seething photographer. "Who are you? Why are you in my office?"

"You don't know who I am?"

"I'm sorry, no. I'm much too busy to ask if I did. Again, who are you, and why are you in my office?"

The man, who had looked offended at the thought that not everyone knew who he was, straightened his spine and rolled his shoulders back before proclaiming, "I am Herr Abelard der Trottel." Flicking his blond hair off his shoulder, he added with a sneer, "I am an international photographer – from Europe!"

I highly doubt that; I've heard better German accents on Hogan's Heroes.

Yakko snorted quietly, ignoring the look Bugs sent him. He had heard about some of these photographers, the ones who put on airs while criticizing everyone else around them. He knew not all photographers were jerks obviously, but the ones in the fashion industry did have more of reputation for that attitude. This one obviously thought his faux accent would lend credibility to his 'international photographer' claim.

"I paid money to rent that area for a shoot! A shoot now drastically shortened because – these…children…have demolished the space." He waved his arm and added, "I expected professionalism from such a major studio and never anticipated having to deal with this. And since I was told you were the one in charge of these destructive little bastards I demand -"

Yakko pushed himself off the wall – he had no idea what they had done, but he would be damned if he would let anyone refer to his little brother like that. Or Plucky either he supposed; his parents didn't seem to be concerned about -

He didn't have to say anything. Foghorn started to stand again, only to be given a nasty kick in the shin by Bugs, which caused him to collapse back in his chair so violently he almost flipped backwards. When he steadied himself, he quietly muttered several oaths directed toward the rabbit who ignored him.

Yakko went back to his slouch as Plotz started to speak.

"I do not appreciate the attitude or that language, especially directed toward the children," Plotz cut him off with a chilled tone as he stood straighter. He warned, "Speak to me like the professional you claim to be, or this conversation will be over and I will have security return to escort you off this property."

Hell yes, you go Plotz.

Yakko gave Plotz a mental high five. He had known the CEO wasn't all bad despite being a stressed-out diminutive troll, he had known that for quite a while. However, when Plotz displayed decent behavior, especially in front of him, it still always came as a pleasant surprise. Especially if it was in defense of himself or his brother; Dot never caused the problems they did and never needed it.

Herr Trottel stiffened at the threat and looked like he may have been debating with himself about whether to continue on in the same vein. After a moment that look disappeared off his angular face and he continued on in a loud but less aggressive manner.

"They broke the window! My work is ruined!"

"Well clean it up!"

"Be silent," Plotz ordered, giving Wakko a harsh look.

"All this over a busted window?" Foghorn muttered out of the corner of his beak so quietly to Bugs that Yakko wasn't even certain the rooster spoke at first. "Never seen this much fuss over one…and I've seen a few. Caused most of them come to think of it."

Bugs merely narrowed his eyes but continued to observe the scene like he was judging a performance piece.

"Plucky, must you always be like this? Your own career has stagnated despite our best efforts to get you to focus on it," Plucky's mother spoke in an accusatory tone. "But instead of a correcting your behavior, you cause these outlandish displays to gain attention. You can jeopardize your own career, but do not risk Petey's as well."

The room went silent for a second, as everyone reacted in their own way to the uncomfortable statement.

Yakko watched the little duck almost physically deflate from humiliation and felt a surge of annoyance at his parents. He didn't have details – he never wanted them – but he had certainly heard rumors in regard to the various parents of the children. While he had never witnessed anything himself, there was certainly gossip regarding Plucky's treatment at the hands of his notoriously pushy parents.

Well, it had been said before that sometimes, rumors were based on fact.

Foghorn went to stand again; when Bugs pulled back his foot the rooster sulked back in his chair with an angry glare. Wakko looked confused as he tilted his head. Plotz threw the duck's parents a brief disgusted look that he immediately replaced with an expressionless stare.

Even Herr Trottel had a look of disbelief on his face. After several seconds, he cleared his throat, which broke the embarrassed silence before he continued.

"Anyway…they are vandals that have bothered me all -"

"No, we haven't!" Wakko stepped forward, trying to shake off Plucky. Sounding insistent he added, "We didn't…know…"

He trailed off, both at Plotz's look and at Bugs' hand motion, which basically said 'be quiet'. Yakko looked at Wakko, who mouthed 'we didn't!'. Yakko sighed but nodded; he believed him. Wakko looked to relax slightly at his acknowledgement.

While he could certainly understand the man's frustration at whatever they did, screaming like an ass at anyone within earshot wasn't the best way to get anything resolved. He had just verbally attacked two children, something that no one in the office would like. Not to mention that the man's accent wasn't exactly authentic, which didn't help his credibility.

Plus, Yakko figured he knew his brother pretty well. Despite all the trouble he caused, Wakko rarely did so with any malicious intent. He had a hard time believing that he had deliberately attempted to sabotage a photoshoot. Plucky never struck him as that type either. Hell, with Plucky's ego he'd be more inclined to believe that the duck had tried to get the photoshoot to redirect itself to focus on him.

He still didn't know what was going on, but Plotz had addressed the insult and Bugs seemed content to watch, elbows on the arms of the chair and hands steepled in front of his face. Yakko believed that Bugs would shut the situation down if it turned bad. He knew the rabbit well enough to trust that there was a reason he wanted to simply observe.

Yakko disliked not saying anything about what he was seeing, but he decided to just follow the rabbit's lead for now. If things got too ugly, Foghorn would jump in with a decidedly different mindset, and then he'd follow his lead instead. If nothing else, Yakko figured he was an adaptable toon.

"They deny, but they have!"

"We haven't!" Wakko loudly insisted. Raising his hands for emphasis he added, "We were doing something else! We didn't even know you were out there!"

"You lie!" The man scoffed. When Plotz went to speak the photographer stated, "This is a very important shoot! It's for international exposure! Everyone knows I was there!"

"Plotz just said he didn't know so I guess it wasn't that important."

Yakko managed to not chuckle and was quite proud of himself; both Foghorn and Bugs had let out quiet snorts. Wakko blinked and appeared to be rethinking what he had just said as Plucky let out a small hiss that sounded like 'dumbass'. The photographer looked so offended that he swayed backwards and clutched his chest like a maiden who caught a case of the vapors. Yakko thought he might have to Fritz some smelling salts before the guy passed out.

After a brief moment, the angered photographer recovered and stepped toward Wakko. He scuttled backwards a few more feet as he pushed Plucky stumblingly along behind him. Before the man could complete his second step Plotz was in front of him.

"Many things happen on this lot on a daily basis Herr Trottel; even I am not aware of them all. This is a very busy studio. Direct your statements to me. The children will be dealt with in due time."

"They should be charged! Criminal and for my -"

Yakko cringed at the loud outbursts from several of the individuals in the office who were protesting that statement. Plucky's parents looked absolutely livid, though Yakko wasn't sure if they were angry at the thought of charges or were just angry in general at Plucky. He wanted to tell them to calm down; a broken window was definitely not worth the level of anger they were displaying.

"Look, it was just me. I did it. Plucky didn't have anything to do with this." Wakko cut in loudly. When the room went silent and all eyes turned to focus on him, he bit his lip before he quietly added, "He didn't even know what I was doing. It's my fault – I did it – I broke it. I'm sorry. But I really didn't mean to!"

Yakko raised one eyebrow at that admission. Wakko was getting a little better at hiding it, but his brother was lying. Yakko figured that since he had pretty much raised him single-handily it gave him an edge on detecting it. Everyone in the room turned to look at him at the admission and Wakko glanced around like he wasn't sure what to expect.

Yakko noticed that Plucky seemed startled by the admission, which confirmed what he already knew. His brother might have fooled everyone else in the room, but he'd never fool him.

But he didn't see where calling him out on it was going to do any good, at least right now. He wasn't unaware of what he was doing. Wakko was covering for his friend; with the way his parents were acting, Yakko found that he couldn't fault him for it. When Plucky went to speak Wakko stepped on his foot, silencing him.

He was still annoyed about whatever they did to break the window in the first place, but he was proud that Wakko had accepted responsibility for whatever he had done and was perceptive enough to pick up that Plucky probably needed the help. At least his parents didn't look quite as angry as before. They appeared pleased as they exchanged looks with each other.

"So not our son, only the -"

"See? He admits to criminal acts! He vandalized -"

"He admitted to breaking a window," Yakko felt like he needed to act at this point and cut the photographer off. He pushed himself off the wall he had been lounging on to walk toward his brother. He looked down as he reached him. "Wakko – was it intentional?"

"No!"

"See? Not criminal, and not vandalism - no deliberate destruction. Just his usual mayhem."

Yakko put a hand on Wakko's shoulder when he felt his brother lean slightly back into him, pushing the back of his head into his right side. Feeling a bit of pity for Plucky, he put his other hand on the duck's shoulder. He smirked slightly when the duck moved closer to mimic Wakko's position on his left, leaning back slightly into him as well…which was fine. If him being there was helping to bolster the kid, he didn't mind. He really did feel like he was the older brother to more than one of the boys at times; he figured he might as well embrace it and do something useful.

Besides, Bugs seemed to approve if the nod he gave him was any indication.

"And I'll pay for the window; this shouldn't be blown - "

"And you are?"

Yakko stiffened at the man's tone but said, "An annoyed older sibling. If there's anything else that needs to be said, say it to me."

"My time needs to be comp -"

"Send me a bill," Yakko snapped back at the man.

"None of that is necessary Yakko," Plotz responded without even a glance in his direction. He had turned to look at Bugs with an unreadable expression. "And I have no intention of charging you for this or having your bro-"

"When one is connected to the rabbit at this studio, they can get away with anything," Plucky's father muttered to his wife, though not as quietly as he obviously believed himself to have been.

Yakko felt himself twitch a bit both at the statement and at the several seconds of uncomfortable silence in the room. Foghorn again made a motion like he was going to stand, glanced at Bugs, and stayed put. Herr Trottel tilted his head slightly. Wakko had stiffened but stood there like he was unsure what to do. Plucky simply closed his eyes and sighed.

Plotz slowly turned to look fully at the man and questioned, "Would you care to repeat that? I believe I may have misheard you."

"Oh nothing, just a little family joke," the duck answered with a dismissive chuckle. "Might we have our son now? The other one has finally admitted that he caused all this trouble and that Plucky is innocent. Our son should not be tarred with -"

"No one is going anywhere, not yet," Plotz gave the duck a long look before turning back to the photographer. "Not until I sort this newest disaster out since it's been brought to me. Herr Trottel, continue."

"I am losing my paid for time by coming here to address this. The setting is ruined with broken glass and green gloop!"

"It'll disappear!"

"Wakko be quiet," Plotz ordered. He then rubbed his temples and muttered, "This is studio operations, not for a CEO -"

"Security said when any of the children are involved -"

"Yes, Her Trottel, I understand your confusion," Plotz interrupted him. "Security has been misinformed regarding exactly what issues concerning them are to be brought to my attention. I offer you my sincerest apologies regarding this event. The children -"

"The child, Mr. Plotz," Plucky's mother pointed out in a sweet tone. "Plucky must not have his reputation further harmed by being associated with this one and the trouble he caused."

Plotz ignored her and continued with, "- will be dealt with, and the situation will be made right…"

Yakko watched as Plotz began to diplomatically defuse the situation. He rarely saw this side of the man, even though he knew it existed, so he always found it to be interesting to witness; sometimes it was even educational. Plotz's tone and his assurances that he would see to it that the photographer would be granted additional time at no charge to compensate for the ruined set seemed to be calming the volatile man down.

What Yakko was finding more interesting was Plucky's parents. He had met them a few times, both much more attractive than the actors that had portrayed the role on Tiny Toons. His father was tall and broad-shouldered with deep forest green feathers. His mother was quite striking; svelte with creamy pearl-colored feathers and shining blond tresses, though she usually had a look on her face that suggested she thought everyone around her was beneath her notice. In her arms today was their youngest son, an adorable pint-sized version of their older son who seemed amused at the show going on around him.

Yakko watched as they gestured furiously behind Plotz's back for Plucky to come to them. While he could still feel both children pressed against him, a glance down told him Plucky was frozen in place and seemed unwilling to move and draw any attention to himself. Yakko curled his arms tighter around them. Both of Plucky's parents stopped their gestures and simply stared at him in shock.

"– perhaps we can even move the area of your shoot to be somewhat more comfortable for you. Or I will have additional security in place so you may be assured of no additional disruptions to your -"

"Yes, that would be good! This shoot is very important, for the European market -"

"Yes, fine," Plotz again cut the man off. "Allow me to have Ms. Parker find out exactly who your contact was in that department, and we shall let you get back to your art so you can finish -"

"My models – I am going to lose the youngest one now due to the time. I will need additional time to replace my male size 5T!"

"As I have stated already, additional time will be granted as a way to compensate for this egregious wrong done to you and your important international work," Plotz replied, a hint of mockery and annoyance beginning to creep into his voice. "I am sure that you can find another model with the generous amount of additional time I am going to permit you."

Yakko bit back a grin; he knew Plotz was a powerful individual with many skills, including negotiation, but he also knew the man couldn't keep up with it long. His patience had already been wearing thin before this ass had burst into his office, and he wouldn't be able to keep a handle on his aggravation much longer. Yakko was just glad it was someone else that had managed to piss him off; Plotz only seemed irritated at himself and his brother.

"If you're in need of a model, our Petey is a size 5T, or very close," Mrs. Duck said, stepping forward and thrusting her grinning child toward the photographer. "He also has several years' experience and is very good at following directions unlike -"

"Is he?" Herr Trottel swiveled around to begin shrewdly examining the smallest Duck. "This is good news. Let me…"

He used his fingers to mimic a frame around the duckling's face; Petey gave him a winsome smile as he did so. This seemed to please Herr Trottel as he stroked his own chin and stood, contemplating.

"He is a tiny bit smaller than the other one; and younger. How would he be with such a demanding shoot? I need professionalism, and do not have time to deal with childish behavior if there is a problem -"

"He takes criticism well – not that he ever gets much," Ms. Duck added with a delicate shrug. "I know he would love a chance to expand -"

"I like working with professionals," Petey lisped, looking at Herr Trottel in an adoring manner, wide eyed and with a hopeful expression. "I learn more and that means I get better."

The photographer lit up like a supernova and Yakko actually stared at the duckling for several seconds, impressed. Jesus, this kid was good. He could give Dot lessons on how to use cuteness for fun and profit, and Yakko knew what skill she already possessed in that field. He hoped that they never got together and compared notes; they'd be unstoppable.

"I…think this will be a mutually beneficial arrangement." Turning to Plotz, he asked, "You approve of this?" When he received a single stiff nod he added, "I will need assurances that these other children will not -"

"These children are not your concern; they will be dealt with," Plotz replied in a tone that suggested there would be no further discussion of the subject. "The one at fault has confessed -"

"And Plucky – who we know now was not at fault - will be going with us," Mr. Duck stated firmly, cutting Plotz off and earning himself a very hard look. "He would love to accompany his brother and offer support. He has experience as well in case you need an older child, now or even in the future." Putting his arm out in a fatherly manner he added, "Come on Plucky, I think you've spent enough time with your friend today."

Yakko felt the duck reluctantly pull away from him and Wakko. He looked down at him as he trudged toward his father; at least the duck didn't look terrified anymore. He looked mortified, not that Yakko could blame him. His parents were kind of being rude to him…and to Plotz…to everyone really. He frowned, not liking what they had insinuated with the 'being connected to the rabbit' comment. He had never asked for or expected special treatment. He was not going to turn it down if offered, he wasn't a fool, but…

"You need to be more discerning with your choice of friends son," Mr. Duck said quietly to his older son as Herr Trottel began speaking to Mrs. Duck and Petey about contacting Ms. Cunningham about some paperwork. "Associating with this one and that little bunny has gained you nothing - as we have said before. It's time you started listening and got some better connections then them."

When Plucky opened his mouth to speak, his father added, "Think about it; if you had them, then maybe you could try to get at least a bit part, get your career back on track instead of just wasting everyone's time. We only want what's best for you…Look at how well your brother is doing now compared to you; an international photoshoot is going to be a real boost to him…what do you have going…"

For one of the first times in his life Yakko found himself taken aback and realized he was so damn shocked that he couldn't even formulate a comment that would be deemed appropriate. He didn't think the first few that sprang into his mind would be well thought of by the people in the room, so he choked them back and struggled to keep his mouth closed.

A glance down told him he'd probably need to speak to his brother; the little guy had started when the elder Duck spoke and was now staring at the floor with a bewildered and hurt expression. Yakko curled his arm as tight as he could around him without actually causing him pain. Yakko looked up to see that Plucky was standing next to his father, hanging his head while he continued to speak.

Mr. Duck was either completely clueless as to how loud he was when he was 'quiet' or was so damn rude that he simply didn't care as to who heard what he said or how it affected anyone. Foghorn had managed to stand halfway up before Bugs kicked the hell out of his shin again, this time hard enough that there was an audible snap sound that reverberated around the office. The rooster looked like he was going to murder the glaring rabbit but immediately sat back down.

Plotz looked like he was going to blow his top but managed to gain control of himself. He turned toward the door as a light knock sounded; when it opened Ms. Parker walked in, an extremely anxious looking human rushing in behind her so quickly that she almost bowled her over.

"Mr. Plotz, this is Melonie Tyler. She is the intern assigned to Herr Trottel and his -"

"I'm sorry sir!" The unfortunate Miss Tyler pushed past the secretary and was practically groveling at Plotz. "I stepped off to take a phone call. When I came back, he was gone, the shoot -"

"It's fine…Ms. Tyler was it?" Plotz asked. "But please see to it that you do not disappear from an assignment for so long next time. You were placed with him for a reason. Contact whomever you report to at Studio Operations, explain the situation, and give Herr Trottel anything he requires…within reason," Plotz emphasized. "I have authorized additional time to compensate for his shortened workday. Ms. Parker, if you would, please assist her."

"I've already worked with her to handle this and the other issues Mr. Plotz," the secretary assured him. "Sam from SO is waiting to discuss with Mr. Trottel -"

"It is Herr Trottel," the man stressed. "I am German."

Ms. Parker gave him a long look, and finally said, "Yes, I just bet you are. Sam is waiting to discuss with Herr Trottel what changes or cleanup he wishes to address. Maintenance has been called to clean the broken glass from the scene and to replace the window in the motor pool. Security has stationed two officers at the site for the rest of the day. Others are now standing by should Herr Trottel require further assistance. I have spoken to Melissa in scheduling; she has found a block of three hours that she has set aside for tomorrow if he finds he requires the additional time." The brunette shrugged her shoulders before adding, "Is there anything else Mr. Plotz?"

"Not at the moment Ms. Parker, thank you," Plotz replied, sending the woman a warm smile that appeared genuine.

Yakko stared at her in something close to amazement. He knew the woman was competent; he had dealt with her several times in the past. But she had not even been in the room and she had not only managed to get all that done but she also managed to calm Plotz done with her efficiency.

"I believe all your worries have been addressed, Herr Trottel," Plotz stated, returning his attention to the now beaming photographer. "If that is all, Miss Tyler will escort you back to your site. She and maintenance will be there to attend to any new concerns that you feel need to be addressed."

"Yes, I am very satisfied with the outcome of this…distasteful situation. I will write many positive things about you and your studio when I return -"

"Yes, yes, fine, I shall rest easy tonight knowing that you are pleased," Plotz said dismissively, already turning from the photographer to eye the two elder Ducks. "A pleasure to see you both again; it has been too long. I do hope this new assignment is as successful as Petey's last few were." His voice then developed a hard edge that suggested they do as he commanded, "As you leave, speak to Ms. Parker about scheduling a meeting at your earliest convenience; I wish to discuss a few things with you."

They both nodded and shook his hand before they followed Herr Trottel out the door, dragging an unhappy looking Plucky with them. With an irritated sigh, Plotz closed it hard, stopping just short of slamming it. With a glance at the clock on the wall he muttered quietly as he walked back to his desk, "That's twenty-two minutes I'll never get back. Because of a window."

"Dammit rabbit! That hurt!"

Yakko jumped and blinked at Foghorn, who had bent over to rub his no doubt bruised shin as soon as the door closed.

"Had to do something to stop you doc," Bugs said with a shrug and a small grin. "Kicking you kept you in line so you didn't go stomp on the Truffle."

"Better to stomp on the truffle than my leg! And I wasn't gonna sit there and let them attack and insult -"

"I know that, but I also know you. Your way would have just made it worse - for everyone. My way means we can get something done now. You're too emotional Mac."

"Better get the studio ready for a facelift Plotz," Foghorn warned in a deadly tone. "I'm about to pluck the one grey hare you have -"

"Oh be quiet, both of you," Plotz testily cut him off. He jabbed at a button on the phone and sat back down before he asked, "Are you still there Bernie?"

"Of course," the rabbit's voice answered back. "That was…uncomfortable."

"That was unexpected," Bugs bit back. "I thought you said it had gotten better?"

Better? They knew about this?

Yakko frowned as he curled his arm around Wakko to pull him closer. He hadn't known much about the duck's home life; he was aware his parents were pushy, but not this… objectionable. He certainly understood unpleasant home situations though and was wondered what, if anything, he could do to try to help. He found he couldn't think of much. Maybe he could suggest counseling? The whole family would benefit… hell, Dr. Scratchansniff could help…

"Don't take that tone with me," Mr. Bunny retorted. "I told you I had not seen anything. Buster hasn't mentioned anything when I've asked." When Bugs gave a rude snort he added, "Look, Plucky is either at my house or the Max house so much Jeeves and I joke about who gets to claim him as a dependent when we file taxes! Neither of us has seen anything to indicate that this was happening. We both thought things were better, not worse!"

"Possible that the duck – I say – possible that the duck keeps this close to his scrawny chest," Foghorn pointed out. "Know he likes to run his mouth, but can't see him running around talking about -"

"He talks to Max, I know," Mr. Bunny spoke up. "Buster said before that he's closest to him. Seems like he would have told Jeeves if he thought something was wrong."

"Monty wouldn't say anything, if he wasn't supposed to," Wakko looked up and muttered to Yakko. "I don't understand what just happened…is he my friend or not…"

Yakko looked down at him; Wakko still looked confused and worried as he spoke. That meant he was going to have a lot of questions when they got out of there, and Yakko had the feeling that he'd now be spending a portion of his afternoon explaining what they both had just experienced.

Sometimes it was hard, being the oldest. Because he was now going to have to explain what emotional abuse was to his little brother when he barely understood it himself. He also had a feeling he was going to have to assure him that he had doubts that his friend had just been using him like had been implied. While unfortunate, Yakko had experienced both to some degree; he had hoped that his brother might be spared knowing what either was for a bit longer.

But, while being the oldest could sometimes be hard, he couldn't complain. It was worth it when he could help his siblings with situations he had already experienced to make things easier for them.

The room had turned silent again and Yakko looked up from his brother. Wakko's statements, while quiet, were loud enough to draw everyone's attention and seemed to remind them that they were still in the room.

"Why are you two still here?" Plotz demanded.

"Ehhhhh…We -"

"I don't care. Just leave; someone will let you know what we decide regarding the other issue. I'm addressing this before it goes any further. Wakko, you are to go clean up whatever you managed to destroy in the motor pool; that should keep you out of trouble for the time being. Yakko just…go…do whatever it is you do. I trust you can do it without any further pictures getting in the papers that I'll have to worry about?"

Yakko bristled at the jab. He didn't do anything wrong…on purpose, and it wasn't like he was the only one photographed. Plus Plotz was the one that had demanded he be in this stupid meeting in the first place. If he wasn't going to be allowed to offer his own thoughts on whatever was decided to fix the crisis, he would rather they have not bothered him at all and had just let him eat his lunch.

"I'll come find you later doc, we'll talk then," Bugs added in a reasonable manner. "Let us handle this now."

Yakko sighed but nodded. Fine, if they were going to address it, he wasn't going to worry. It sounded like they had been trying to keep an eye on the situation and had just not realized how bad things had become. While not delighted to have witnessed it, he was happy he was now aware there was an issue. He could keep an eye on things as well; the duck did spend a fair amount of time with his brother. He could report anything he saw to Bugs.

"Fine. Let's go kiddo," Yakko said quietly, gently steering Wakko toward the door. "You OK? You want to talk now or wait until later?"

Wakko gave a quick shrug on his shoulders and just muttered, "Later."

Yakko nodded but was not happy with the response. Wakko was still processing what he had heard, and Yakko thought that talking now would give him an opportunity to clear up any misconceptions his brother may have formed before he got wrong ideas floating around in his head.

"You sure? I know you want -"

"Later," Wakko repeated. "I'm OK."

Fine.

Yakko figured this was his fault – he's the one that had gave him a choice and received his answer. Next time, he wouldn't offer an option. He had truly thought Wakko would want to talk, if just to get out of cleaning the motor pool a bit longer.

He disliked it but decided not to push. Wakko would want to talk eventually; he usually did. Wakko would either plop himself down on the couch beside him or talk to him before bed to ask a hundred questions. And that was if he didn't come to him beforehand.

Whenever he did though, he could make sure Wakko at least knew that the photographer and Plucky's parents were real assholes if he hadn't worked that out on his own and that he had done nothing wrong. He could also find out exactly what they were doing when they broke the window. No one had even asked; Yakko wasn't sure anyone cared. Hopefully, it wasn't anything too dangerous, but he could address it when they talked if it were.

At least he didn't look as upset as he had; Yakko had seen Foghorn sign something quickly to him. He didn't catch all of what was said, they were both too fast and he was pretty sure the message was either coded or spelled completely wrong, but he saw enough to figure out that the rooster had told him to just go to the motor pool and wait. Yakko took some comfort in that; no doubt the rooster would address it as well. It was painfully obvious that he had not been happy with what he saw.

He relaxed a bit. He could finally go grab something to eat and find out where Porky and Dot had wandered off to; he wanted to check on her. Wakko had to go clean up whatever mess he had created – it sounded like it must have been impressive to have caused this much hassle, so he guessed it would take a while and keep his brother out of further mischief. Bugs would come find him when he was done to discuss the newest scandal and would probably fill him in to some degree on what just happened.

As he grasped the knob, he heard Plotz ask Mr. Bunny to stay on the line. Then he buzzed for Ms. Parker to cancel his two o'clock appointment and to please get Daffy on the line for a conference call.

XXXXXXXXXX

"Don't worry, no matter how much trouble you're in, there's a light at the end of the tunnel. Just hope that light isn't from a freight train."

"Turn around little dude, want to see if you still got an ass. Been wondering how much Plotz might have chewed off."

"Haha, go hide in the supply room again you cowards."

Wakko rolled his eyes when Cole and Pierce, the two mechanics he had seen slipping into that room earlier, laughed as they strolled by bay four. He did turn around, flipping his tail at them; he was pleased to report that he still had his whole ass.

He wasn't really sure why – he had thought that Yakko and Plotz would be furious about the broken window along with the messed-up photo shoot. While he could tell they had been annoyed, he considered himself an expert at this point when it came to knowing when they were truly pissed. Neither had been anything remotely close to that. Or not at him anyway.

Not that he was complaining. He actually didn't understand why he wasn't in more trouble than he was. Plotz hadn't even yelled. Wakko had known someone was going to make him clean up the mess, he wasn't surprised about that. He was surprised that it was the only thing that had been expected of him.

And even that wasn't a big deal. Once he had arrived back at the motor pool, most of the items that had fallen had been put back where they should have been by the mechanics. If the scattered items were in a bay that no one was currently working in, they said the ones who were out at the safety training could deal with it when they got back. The paint had already faded away by the time he had returned, so that didn't need to be dealt with.

All the mechanics had expressed surprise he was back…and intact. They assumed that Plotz had already killed Plucky and that was why he was missing. The mechanics wanted to joke about how much of an ass chewing he had got, how awesome his cannon idea was, the enraged jerkoff photographer, the now fixed window, and how the guys that had missed the show would probably be howling for an encore, complete with those crazy ass paintballs they made.

They had all laughed like hell when Wakko had informed them that the jerkoff photographer was named Trottel and Bugs had called him Truffle. He had a feeling that was going to become the man's new name if he stayed around the studio too long. When he had stomped past the motor pool door a few minutes earlier Veyron had called it the 'Truffle Shuffle' and everyone was still laughing about it.

They definitely weren't upset with him. The only thing they had wanted him to clean was all the spilled soda, and that was only because they were worried about attracting ants. And that wasn't even hard – Cruz had told him to just grab the hose and wash the soda down the drain in the center of the bay.

He was currently doing that. It was easy enough, though with the half-clogged drain the water was only sluggishly going down it. But washing out the bay also meant he had time to think, and he wasn't sure that was a good thing.

He had met Plucky's parents before; he hadn't liked them overly much, but they had seemed OK, but not friendly like Buster's father or anything. They had always treated him like they treated most of the other children. Polite because they had to be, but nothing more. He wondered if that was because he wasn't a good enough connection for their son. With the way they had been acting, he wasn't sure they were going to let Plucky even see him anymore.

He wasn't even sure if he wanted to. Wakko had never thought about why he and Plucky were friends – he was just part of the trio he had stumbled on when they had all met a few years ago in the alley. Sure, they had argued or fought a few times, all of them did, but usually the two of them had always gotten along really well.

He had never wondered if Plucky was just his friend because he thought he could get something out of him. If he was…Wakko was hurt if it was true…but…it didn't make sense. The duck knew a lot more people than he did, famous or not. Wakko was pretty sure Plucky knew half of ToonTown. Whenever they went to a function, Plucky seemed to know almost every kid there.

Plus he had been on a hit show for years, well before Wakko had even arrived at the lot. Wakko couldn't see where he would be an important connection, or of enough importance that the other boy would willingly hang out with him for years. He would have gained nothing from it, like his father said.

And the crack his father had said about rabbits, that hadn't made any sense either. Buster and Plucky had known each other for years and while they fought at times, they were good friends, Wakko was positive about that. And Plucky seemed to genuinely like Bugs and had known him for a lot longer than he had. And he'd be a much better connection for…anything really.

Wakko had almost told Plucky's father that it didn't matter how close he was to Bugs, it did not mean that he could get away with doing anything at the studio. He could absolutely confirm that was not true. Buster and Max had both told him that Plucky's parents were kinda racist and judgmental and snotty, but Wakko hadn't expected them to not like rabbits either.

Wakko was still a bit confused about everything that had happened, and a bit annoyed that he had taken the blame for everything – even Plucky's crappy paintballs that had caused the whole mess. He was kind of annoyed that Plucky had not even attempted to sign to him some sort of thanks – they always did if one was going down for something one of the others did. There was always some sort of acknowledgement, just because it sucked enough getting in trouble for the stuff you did do. Getting in trouble for something you had nothing to do with sucked a little more, so some sort of gesture was appreciated. Plucky had not given him one; he hadn't even looked at him. But…with his parents right there…and the way they were acting…Wakko shook his head; he had never seen anything like that.

No matter how much he pissed off Yakko, his brother had never talked to him like that. He had never insulted his friends; he had never said he needed to make better ones. He had said more than once that the friends Wakko had were a little group of troublemakers and were just goofy as hell, but he said that about him too. One of the worst things he had ever called them was the Marx Brothers, and none of them had taken that as an insult – they had considered it a compliment and then had a debate to try to figure out which one of them was the Zeppo of the group.

Other than their show, Yakko had never tried to push him to do more work, or different work…maybe more schoolwork. But that was it. The work on their show was required, there was no getting around his rules on that. They had a contract, and the studio had given them a home and job and a life; they absolutely had to hold up their end of the deal. Yakko would never bend on that, but he never demanded he do more work than that either. If he wanted to that was fine, but it was never anything he had pushed. Like Dot, if she wanted to do some modeling Yakko was fine with it, but it was her choice. It was something she wanted to do it.

And the way they had talked to him…Plucky's parents had almost seemed like they were trying to make him feel bad. It had worked; he was sure that Plucky wasn't a good enough actor to fake the wounded look he had. Even if he was still annoyed that Plucky hadn't even looked at him, he wasn't really too mad. And just accepting the blame for everything was really the only way he could think of to try to help him. It seemed to make his parents happier, though now he was worried they thought he was just a troublemaker himself and wouldn't want Plucky around him anymore.

He had always felt kind of bad for Monty, with his parents being as uninterested as they were in him. He had a feeling he should have been more sympathetic to Plucky – his parents were too interested. He had been worried that Plucky was going to pass out when they were being dragged to Plotz's office and his parents had been leaving Petey's audition and saw them. That had not been fun; they had followed them to Plotz's office, angry and occasionally yelling at them. While he was still annoyed with Plucky, he was actually a lot more worried about him.

Wakko sighed. He probably should have talked to Yakko about all this before he returned to the motor pool. He could tell his older brother had really wanted to discuss everything before he came back here. He was surprised Yakko hadn't pushed him more than he had. But he had been so confused and kind of hurt and mad then, plus he wanted to get away from Plotz just in case he changed his mind and decided to start yelling or ban him from coming back to the motor pool or something.

Plus with Bugs and Foghorn there, not to mention Mr. Bunny on the phone… He had no idea what any of them had been talking about before he and Plucky got dragged in, or why Yakko had already been there slouched up against the wall, but none of them had seemed happy when he left. Getting away from all of them had seemed like a good idea and -

"So, how long you in the doghouse for?"

Wakko looked up from spraying the floor to see Cruz leaning on the car lift smirking at him.

He shrugged and grumbled, "When am I ever not in it?"

"Yeah, that's a fact, you're always up to something. You can stop watering the floor now; it's as clean as it's gonna get. Besides, the drain's clogged and Cooper's asleep behind the toolboxes. You'll drown him if you keep at it."

Wakko looked at the two large Snap-On toolboxes that had been wheeled next to each other near the wall. Cruz pointed at them and grinned, so he went to look behind it. Cooper, an older, skinny human with long orange hair, was knocked out in a fancy chaise lounge chair that he probably stole from a patio set somewhere. He was snoring softly with his cap over his face. Wakko laughed quietly before he walked over to shut off the hose.

"Come on little man, gotta take a break after all that hard work. Wanna show you something anyway."

Wakko shrugged, happy that his cleanup duties were over, and followed Cruz out of the front of the motor pool. Situated toward the middle of the lot, it was sandwiched between one of the fire stations and several empty warehouses – two of which he had had to help scrub after their disastrous Disney trip.

He grimaced and looked away from them down the alley instead; at the end of it he could see several dumpsters. Off to the left was a small parking lot holding some of the golfcarts and pickups that were used around the lot…and a few personal vehicles, including Bugs' car. That meant that the rabbit had arrived late in his usual fashion and had just parked his car wherever was closest to where he wanted to be. He would have had to walk a bit further if he had parked in his assigned spot.

Outside the motor pool, all of the mechanics with the exception of Cooper were sitting around his cannon on rolling stools, drinking Mountain Dew and talking. And it looked like they had modified it, spray painting it blue, covering it with various stickers, and upgrading the barrel to three-inch PVC pipe. Scattered on the ground were cans of soda, starter fluid, WD-40, random pieces of PVC pipe, and two more Cheetahs with broken barrel ends. Wakko liked all the mechanics, but he really did wonder how they ever got any work done.

"Thanks for breaking that window," Veyron yelled happily to him as he approached. "It's been cracked all to hell for months and we couldn't get maintenance off their ass to fix it. That's one way to get it done."

"Next time, do your stuff at this end, see if we can get some shit fixed over here too," Pierce added. "Maintenance is lazy as hell about fixing anything."

Not just maintenance…

"Here Wak, take a drink and watch this," Veyron said, tossing him a soda.

Wakko took it; Mountain Dew wasn't exactly diabetic friendly, and he was sure certain people would frown on him drinking it. But those people weren't there, and the mechanics all loved it. There were frequently several cases lying around the motor pool. And besides, he was thirsty and hot, and it was just one. He could take that into account when he checked himself.

He started drinking and watched as Cole pulled a can from the case on the ground and stuck it in the barrel of cannon. He then held it up and pulled the valve, which launched the can down alley towards the dumpsters. It missed and burst on the ground near it, spinning and coating everything near it in soda. The mechanics all laughed like crazy and he grinned. At least it had power, and everyone seemed entertained by it. But the aim was awful, and while the mechanics could all pick up the Cheetah and were able to easily maneuver it around, he still had that issue to work out…if he were even going to be able to.

"Boy! Boy, you out there?"

Shit.

Wakko looked around quickly – he knew the rooster was going to come to the motor pool but had expected him to take a lot longer. And Foghorn was one of the people who would probably not be happy that he was drinking a soda, especially this particular kind. The rooster rarely played much when it came to what Wakko could eat and was frequently the one trying to cram something down his throat even if he didn't feel like eating. He wouldn't be mad, but Wakko wasn't in the mood to listen to a lecture about being careful and making sure to check his blink because he had decided to indulge in what was basically liquid candy.

Slightly panicked and a little sad he wasn't going to be able to finish it, he gestured to Veyron to hold the cannon toward him. When the man moved it, Wakko quickly dropped his half-finished soda in and pulled the valve, sending the can shooting high in the air. As it spun, the mechanics cheered as it released the drink in a sugary, glittery, vapor trail around the alley. Unfortunately, being lighter than the full cans it didn't go far, and it mostly just ended up spraying on the vehicles…including Bugs'.

"What are you – I say – what are you all doing out here?"

Wakko turned to look up at him as he approached the group – if he didn't have a soda in his hands, he wouldn't be accused of drinking one.

"Hey Foggy! You see what your little acolyte created?" Cruz asked, motioning toward the cannon.

When Veyron held it out, the hound dropped another can in it and screamed 'fire!'. Veyron pulled the air valve at the same time and sent it down the alley like the others; this time it managed to actually hit one the dumpsters which had all the mechanics whooping and cheering like their favorite team just scored a touchdown.

"Oh man, just like an M2 mortar," Pierce praised as he wiped at his eyes. "I'm getting 'Nam flashbacks -"

"Asshole, you're only twenty-six," Cole pointed out. "Shit was half over when you were born."

"I'm impressed – I say – I'm impressed boy. Never thought to use a Cheetah like that. Clever," Foghorn complimented he eyed the contraption. After a moment he turned and while he squinted at him. "Potato gun?"

Wakko gave a quick shrug. Not answering wasn't actually lying. And no one could tell him to stop if they couldn't confirm what he had been attempting to do.

"Uh huh…kinda guessed with the missing pipe at the house…and the green smears in the driveway. You firing the paintballs in it?"

Wakko blinked at him. Damn it he thought he had cleaned up pretty well behind them. Monty was right, the other boy had laughed before that he couldn't cover his ass. But at least Foghorn still didn't know that Plucky had shot his tire, so there was that to be happy about.

He still gave another quick shrug, not wanting to confirm or deny. When the rooster cocked one eyebrow at him Wakko just said, "Secret weapon."

Plucky called it that enough.

When the mechanics fired off another soda, lamenting that it was one of the last ones but excited to move on and try the other things, Foghorn added quietly, "Good job boy – the mechanics didn't lounge around enough as it was. Now you gave them a new reason not to work."

While he wouldn't snitch on him, Wakko really wanted to point out Cooper. The man was still napping behind the toolboxes – that was a mechanic who was lounging around. At least the rest of them were awake.

"Let's go Socket," Foghorn sighed, leading him back into the empty motor pool. "You clean up whatever they wanted?"

"Yeah…" Wakko shrugged before he added, "It wasn't much."

"Didn't think it would be."

Foghorn winced as a loud boom sound came from outside, then the sound of laughing and cheers. "Sounds like they switched from soda cans to starter fluid. Spark – I say – spark sometimes, when they hit the ground, then they explode - like itty-bitty bombs."

That sounds fun –

"Don't get any ideas," Foghorn warned, looking at him. "No telling what you'd do next. And let's move your secret weapon facility to my place. Don't have as many windows; definitely no tantrum throwing Truffles or CEOs to upset." Quietly, he muttered, "Besides, someone needs to keep an eye on you before you blow up the studio."

Wakko smiled slightly; he had figured out what he was doing…mostly, and he didn't seem like he was going to stop him. But he'd be watching, which might suck some of the fun out of it. But at least now if he wanted, he could actually ask for some help instead of just guessing and hoping for the best on the cannon.

If he even wanted to continue. It probably wouldn't be as much fun without Plucky hanging over him cheering him on while he half-insulted, half-helped him.

Foghorn looked around the motor pool and asked, "So, which window you two bust up?"

Wakko pointed at one of the long vent windows toward the left side of the building. "It was just me, Plucky didn't -"

"Stop pulling my leg boy – it ain't fried so it's no good to you. Know the duck at least knew what you were doing."

"He didn't -"

"Bet he did more than just watch too."

"It was just me," Wakko insisted. When Foghorn just stared at him, he grudgingly muttered, "Fine, he made the paintballs."

"Fritzed?" When Wakko nodded Foghorn said, "Explains that. Don't fritz them; too cool back there, not gonna get the mixture right. Bit too much, what with the glycol; maybe used wax too, like those cheap paintballs. Probably bounced like springs or were harder than your head."

"But we -"

"They're not that expensive boy -"

"I know! But we –

"– and I'll just get you some if you want to keep experimenting."

"We can buy our-"

"Can't Fritz everything boy."

"I know, but we needed –"

"Proud of you for stepping up and taking the blame though! Picked up that the duck needed help on your own too; shows what his friendship is worth to you."

Not sure it's worth anything.

"Yeah, whatever," Wakko muttered, crossing his arms.

After a moment, Foghorn said, "Out with it boy, know you well enough to know you got some thought floating around in that empty head of yours. Worried about him? Don't be, think we got your friend -"

"If he's even really my friend," Wakko muttered as he slumped against the bright yellow car lift in bay two.

He hadn't quite meant to voice his worry out loud, but since he had, he may as well see what Foghorn had to say about it. He didn't think the rooster would be too happy about anyone using someone for personal gain. And he was almost as smart as Yakko, so maybe he would have some advice.

"He ever given you a reason to think he's not?"

"Uh…"

Wakko thought about the question, had he? It was pretty similar to what he had been internally debating with himself a few minutes ago. And even after all the thinking he had done, he still didn't have an answer.

"No. But I heard what his father said that he needed better connections." He sighed and shook his head. "And it doesn't even make sense; Plucky would have access to much better connections than I would. Plucky's -"

"Boy, if the duck – I say – if the duck is using you to try to get connections, he hitched his buggy to the wrong pony. You ain't gonna be useful as a boost to anyone's career; haven't struck me as the type to be chasing fame and headlines."

He shivered; no thank you. Dot was the one that liked attention. He was pretty sure Yakko liked getting attention more than he did and his brother was never usually screaming for it either. It just sorta happened with Yakko.

Wakko would admit it was usually amusing when he or one of the others ended up in the papers or on a show for some trouble they had caused or simply because of who they were, but he had never routinely gone looking for anyone to notice him. Sometimes he thought he would be happier if he didn't get noticed as much; it would mean he'd have been caught for a lot less.

"Unless I've been reading you wrong…want me to talk to Plotz? See if maybe there's more auditions you can tr-"

"No," Wakko cut him off firmly; he stopped just short of yelling. "No that's not…his parents -"

"Didn't think so. And let's just say his parents are more…uh…goal orientated then he is and leave it at that."

Wakko raised an eyebrow at him. Foghorn rarely tried to give him too much bullcrap or talk down to him; he just said whatever was on his mind. But he would on occasion, and Wakko could see that he was now. Goal orientated was way too nice for what he had just seen.

"Look boy, that duck…" Foghorn fumbled for a minute, like he was looking for the correct words. "Only time he's expected a boost from any of you was if you were boosting his runty little self into an open window or over a wall because you all did something you shouldn't have and were trying to hide."

Wakko jerked slightly. That had happened, several times. He and Plucky were the shortest of the four of them and sometimes needed a boost if they couldn't Chuck for some reason to gain the height needed. He wondered if Foghorn was just using that as a random example or if he actually knew more about what they all had done then he thought. Wakko hoped it was the former, but with him it could just as easily be the latter, which would not be good.

"Parents want him to be a serious actor -"

Wakko snorted at that before he said, "Plucky's too much of a comedi-"

"It's too bad – I say – it's too bad that boys a duck because he was born to be a ham." Foghorn laughed and shook his head. "Not even sure if he wants to do it – got an ego so big it's formed its own heart and lungs, but he's got skills outside of acting he should explore too."

"But if he's using me -"

"Look boy, some people will try to use you; happens to everyone - happened to me. But I'm positive that the duck isn't doing that with you. Before what you saw, in the office, did that thought ever cross that little mind of yours?"

Wakko shook his head no.

"Then trust me; I ever steered you wrong boy? Little guys got enough problems without worrying that his friends will abandon him like a broke down car for something his parents said."

Wakko nodded. He had his doubts before, but it was nice to hear some else say it outload. And he trusted Foghorn almost as much as he trusted Yakko. If the rooster said it, then it was true, and that was good enough for him. He had never really worried that any of his friends were using him, and he was relieved to hear that he probably didn't need to be concerned about it now.

"But why are his parents -"

"That's gonna be taken care of. You two left, we had another meeting – you heard Plotz say we were calling Daffy." At his nod, Foghorn knelt down and explained, "High time that duck got involved again. He's uh…intervened before. Said he thought things were better, backed off a bit, wanted to give them breathing room. Wasn't paying attention like he shoulda, got a bit too distracted with this movie nonsense."

Wakko nodded, relaxing slightly at that. Plucky was going to get help, somehow. He wasn't sure what Daffy would do, but he did like the egotistical duck. He was funny and friendly even if he was sort of a smartass sometimes, and Wakko knew Plucky practically worshipped him. Plus, he had apparently helped before, so it made sense to have him do it again.

"I don't think his parents are going to let him to see me anymore."

"Wouldn't worry about that too much. Look boy, Daffy's going over later, he's the one person that whole family actually respects. Let him try to help – I say – let him try to help before you get yourself worked up. Doubt Daffy'll let them ban that boy from his friends. And let's keep this between us; duck was obviously trying to keep things quiet. No need to air his dirty laundry to anyone who doesn't need to know."

Wakko nodded. He didn't want to embarrass his friend any more than he probably already had been. It had been obvious that Plucky was as uncomfortable as everyone else in the office had been.

Foghorn stood and began to lead him out of the motor pool past the mechanics who were still goofing around with the cannon. Cole and Cruz were actually working on making a second one with one of the other damaged Cheetahs. They waved and thanked him for their new toy and told him to come back anytime, so at least he knew there wasn't much chance now of him being banned.

"Let's go find that brother of yours; silly hare is looking for him too. While we're doing that, you can help me think of a suitable prank to get back at him for the giant bruise he left on my leg. Time I'm done, he'll wish – I say – he'll wish he had let me stomp on that Truffle."

XXXXXXXXXX

August 30, 1996

"I tink dat kid's too nerbous -"

"Well Tweety, it is the first time he's -"

"- say it's better than the team bus at -"

"Oh Bugs this is so exciting!"

"Relax Lola, this is just a minor –"

"Mr. Jordan, please keep in mind –"

"- and I will be home late as I said, send the -"

"No good varmint's not gonna –"

Wide eyed and not sure what he should do, Yakko decided to err on the side of caution for once and not say anything. Everyone else in the limo seemed to be doing enough talking so it wasn't like he needed to add to any of the conversations. With the various discussions going on, all it was doing was giving him a worse headache then he already had and adding to his stress level. The fact that at least one of the conversations was revolving around how nervous he was despite the extraordinary amount of effort he was putting into not looking like that wasn't helping either.

He looked around the limo; as he had predicted, Warner Brothers had spared no expense in their bid to make sure everyone was comfortable and that they arrived in style. Their party had been provided a 1996 Hummer H1 stretch limousine – or so Daffy said. He seemed to be halfway knowledgeable about the vehicle, or he was at least trying to give that impression.

The studio had also provided them with police escorts. Four officers – two motorcycle units and two marked California Highway Patrol vehicles – had arrived at the lot to accompany them to the Long Beach Naval Shipyard, where the party was to take place. Even now, Yakko could glance out the tinted back window and see the two marked units behind them and the van that was following them carrying various publicists, coordinators, and a makeup artist and a seamstress. Bugs had told Yakko the studio always sent along a van of them, just in case of a real emergency. The motorcycle units – both of which knew Daffy well enough he was on a first name basis with them – were blocking traffic at the intersection with Riverside Drive.

The inside of the limo was nothing short of breathtaking, and Yakko had been a bit stunned when he had first entered. He felt like he was entering an exclusive mini club. Artistic wood cutouts lined the ceiling of the limo, with small white and blue lights intercepted between them to create a nice visual display. The seats were soft, hand-stitched black leather. The carpet on the floor was a dense pearl grey loop that was like velvet under his feet. Up front was a small bar on the driver's side; on the passenger side was a mini entertainment center. The television was already playing some gossip show from ToonTown with the volume turned low.

Yakko had originally chosen the seat next to the bar, deciding since he had no idea what to do staying well out of the way until someone told him would be the best idea. Daffy had different plans and told him that unless he planned on serving, he'd probably want to shove over. Yakko had abandoned the seat to the duck, choosing to sit next to him. The duck had claimed the seat and stretched his legs out as far as they would go toward the center of the vehicle. After they had all gotten settled, Daffy had been guzzling cranberry juice and sending the occasional smirk in Bugs' direction that the rabbit had incessantly ignored.

It had been decided that everyone would meet at the studio and ride in the limo together. Yakko had thought it was a good idea; wardrobe and makeup personal were there to make sure everyone looked their absolute best. They even had a tailor on hand, just in case one of them had a last-minute mishap that needed to be repaired. Plus, that meant he was at the tower most of the day by himself until everyone began to arrive at 3:00 PM; it gave him time to attempt to relax and prepare himself for the night ahead.

A somewhat grumpy Bugs had called him when he arrived at the lot with a very amused Daffy in his car since the duck's own vehicle had broken down and he had needed a ride. They had all gone to wardrobe together to get dressed, something that Yakko would be eternally grateful for. He had not expected that getting into the tuxedo would be that damn difficult.

He had worn many different outfits on the show and he specifically remembered wearing various tuxedos a few times; it had been nothing like what had been presented to him earlier. Porky had then told him that they cheated on the show and just needed to make it look good for the camera - no undershirt, no cufflinks, a clip-on bowtie. Definitely no cummerbund; he had expected a vest but was told by Daffy to take the cummerbund. It would be cooler than adding another layer to his outfit.

And while Yakko could admit he looked pretty damn suave, it was just a wholly uncomfortable get-up. Especially the bowtie. Bugs had tied it for him since he had no idea how to do it correctly and the rabbit said he wanted to do it anyway. At least helping him with his bowtie had seemed to cheer the rabbit up.

Yakko had just assumed it would be a clip-on but had almost been laughed out of the changing area. Apparently wearing a clip-on bowtie was simply not done at these types of affairs. And while he appreciated the rabbit's help, the damn thing was kind of tight; add that to the stiff scratchy collar and Yakko wasn't sure if he could get through the entire night without trying to take the stupid thing off. It felt like a noose.

And he didn't even feel like he could complain how long it took to get him ready. Petunia, Porky's date for the evening, along with Lola had endured an extra two hours of primping, makeup, hair and fur fluffing, dress adjustments, and various other ministrations that he had rapidly lost interest in.

Thankfully, neither seemed to mind the extra attention and it did give him time to get some pictures when everyone had wandered outside to get some air, relax, and go over last-minute instructions or changes. Unfortunately, neither Foghorn nor Sylvester had been able to make it; both had called at the last minute to cancel. Mr. Plotz had seemed somewhat skeptical when he had informed them that Foghorn stated that he had come down with some sort of illness; Sylvester had claimed he had an emergency out of town. Yakko had noticed that both Bugs and Daffy had shared a look and raised an eyebrow at the news but were surprisingly quiet.

Plotz had surprised him by generally being decent at the studio. When he had seen Yakko trying to covertly grab a few pictures, he had ordered him to hand over his camera. Yakko had initially refused; the way Plotz had demanded it he had thought the man meant to confiscate it. With his hand out, the CEO had then directed him to stand next to the limo and to try to look like the near adult he was and not some jittery child going to his first function.

Yakko figured Plotz got at least one decent photo of him not looking nervous as hell since he had taken several. And it had taken him so long to figure out how to use the camera even with Yakko talking him through it that Bugs had noticed. The rabbit had wandered over for a picture, followed by Daffy, who would never allow anyone the opportunity to miss taking a photo of him. The next thing Yakko knew Mr. Jordon and everyone else was crowding around the limo for photos with him, laughing and joking and irritating Plotz. Yakko had appreciated it; while most of them may have been old hat at this, it was his first major event. He wanted to get at least a couple photographs of it.

Yakko even managed to grab a couple photographs of just the limo. Wakko couldn't care less about the party; he had looked relieved when he realized he wasn't expected to attend. But Yakko knew he'd be a little jealous of not seeing the limo. Yakko wished he could have had the driver open the hood just so he could get some photos of the engine; his brother would have loved that.

Dot would hopefully be happy with looking at the pictures. Unlike Wakko, she had been a little upset at the idea of missing such a gala event, despite everyone explaining to her that it would be long and boring, and that she wouldn't like it very much. But she had wanted to dress up and see everyone in tuxedos and go to the fancy party. He had to promise to take her to a formal event sometime in the near future to cheer her up.

Thankfully, he didn't have to worry about the sibs this weekend. Dot was staying with Slappy and Skippy and Wakko was over at the Bunny residence with the other boys as usual. Yakko was grateful for that; he was staying with Bugs for the weekend. No doubt they would both be sleeping late tomorrow to recover from this. On Sunday Bugs wanted to go play a round of golf at the club, with Plotz and someone from marketing. They were still debating on doing a paintball safety PSA, with or without Disney, and wanted to discuss some ideas with him.

For the first time since he had discovered the sport, Yakko was not looking forward to going to play. With Plotz and someone from marketing there, he saw a PSA looming in his near future.

Not wanting to make himself more tense, he glanced around the limousine, looking at the other occupants as a distraction. He was the only one that seemed anxious; he guessed he was allowed. This was his first big event after all. The others had been doing this for years, except for Lola, but she wasn't nervous. She was more hyper than Molly after guzzling a whole bowl full of punch. If anything, she appeared to be making Bugs nervous by shrieking in his ear and trying to hold his hand at every opportunity.

Daffy was still kicked back beside him, his head resting on his arm bent behind him while loudly slurping his glass of cranberry juice and looking like he was bored. On Yakko's other side, Mr. Plotz was still busy talking into his phone and looked like he was trying to ignore everyone and everything around him. Across from them and next to the television Porky was sitting beside Petunia, chatting quietly. Beside them, Tweety was perched on Yosemite Sam's giant cowboy hat, which amusingly he still wore with his tuxedo. Mr. Jordon, his assistant, Bugs, and Lola were all occupying the long seat by the back window.

Yakko pulled his watch out of his pocket, curious how long they had been traveling. He had been ordered by Plotz to put his watch in his pocket; apparently, he wasn't to wear it with a tuxedo. The number of rules for one outfit was insane and Yakko wasn't sure if he'd ever go to an event that required a tux again.

They had been traveling less than three minutes. While the Long Beach Naval Shipyard where Shere Kahn's ship was docked for the party was only about forty miles away, with the heavy traffic on a Friday evening they were looking at a long trip. With a small sign he returned the watch to his pocket. Even with the police escorts it was going to be a lengthy ride. He turned to look out the window, watching as the two motorcycle units raced past their limo to return to the front so they could move traffic and get to the next intersection as they made their way to I-5.

He had no idea when he agreed to come to this that there would even be a red carpet; who brings a red carpet out for a boat party? Yakko was wishing he had turned the rabbit's offer to accompany him down and stayed home. He was somewhat amazed at all the work that went into an event of this type, and this wasn't anything big like the Academy Awards. He didn't want to even think what effort went into that sort of event.

Shere Kahn was pulling out all the stops in an effort to impress, and the gala affair was being held on his luxury yacht – docked inside Long Beach Naval Shipyard. Yakko was aware that the shipyard was for sale and that the tiger was interested in purchasing the property, but when he was informed that the party would be on his ship at the base, that's when he knew Kahn had power. If he could get the military to allow him to use their docks for a party, he was not just a normal celebrity. Yakko wasn't sure if Bugs had that kind of clout; hell, he didn't think every member of the Loony Toons combined had that kind of pull.

As he turned, he caught Daffy's eye. The duck looked at him and raised an eyebrow. Then he gave him a smirk, put his glass in the cupholder, and leaned forward, his expression changing to one of absolute excitement.

"Oh my God, Bugs! Bugs! Look!" Daffy began to screech while he hopped up and down in his seat and sprayed spittle across the center of the limo. Everyone fell silent as he excitedly pointed toward the rear of the vehicle while he hollered, "Bugs! Quick! Look out the back window!"

Yakko shot Daffy a look of complete bewilderment and wondered what else Daffy had in his glass besides the cranberry juice. Meanwhile, Bugs stopped talking to Mr. Jordan and gave the duck a look that was a mix of irritation and confusion.

"What?" Bugs demanded as he turned his head to look out the window. "What?"

"I was just wondering…is this a familiar site? Cops behind you?" Daffy changed his look to a more questioning expression as he added, "Or is it only when you see them in a rear-view mirror?"

Yakko looked at the rabbit. If Bugs had been giving him the look that he was currently giving Daffy, he would have considered jumping from the moving limo to get away from him. Daffy however seemed unfazed as he grinned expectantly.

"Real mature Daffy," Bugs scoffed, flicking his hand at him. "Only time you see red and blue lights behind you is because your car broke down again."

Yakko noticed that several occupants of the limo shared slight smirks with each other. Except Plotz, who appeared determined to ignore the conversation; he continued to talk on his phone and refused to look at anyone around him. Bugs' notorious driving record wasn't exactly wonderful publicity for the studio. Yakko bit the inside of his cheek, trying not to laugh at the expression on Bugs' face.

"Oh God, our driver just blew through that stop sign," Daffy moaned theatrically, talking over Bugs as everyone in the vehicle turned to look back at him. "Oh, I know that's not a big deal for you - "

"Daffy, will you stop?" Bugs hissed. "Remember, I'm your ride home doc."

Watching the motorcycle units maneuver past them on the driver's side of the vehicle, Daffy grinned and stated, "Hey, this is like déjà vu! Why, I remember not too long ago when an officer came up to your side to ask for -"

"Is there something I need to know?" Plotz asked as he ended his call and looked at Bugs while everyone else in the vehicle smirked at the rabbit. Rubbing his temple, he muttered, "Because that sounds like…Please tell me you didn't…"

Bugs' looked around the vehicle uneasily. Yakko glanced around as well. No one seemed interested in engaging in their little side conversations any longer when this show was going on in front of them. Tweety was so interested in watching he was about to tumble out of the brim of Sam's hat. Yakko looked at Daffy, who beamed at him.

"Nothing major," Bugs shrugged before he sent a glare at Daffy.

"I bet," Plotz muttered.

"Hope your arms double as wings Daff," Bugs warned. "Because you're gonna have to fly home."

"Might not be the only critter in this here car looking for a way home if my hunch is correct," Sam whispered to Porky and Petunia.

Yakko grinned and looked down quickly; Bugs was not looking happy as everyone in the limo either laughed or chuckled quietly at him. But at least he now knew why Daffy had been so amused when he got to the lot and Bugs had seemed annoyed when he first called Yakko. He wondered where Bugs got the ticket and exactly how fast he had been going. Too bad though, he had managed to go a while without getting a ticket. He could probably get it out of Bugs later when he was in a better mood. A quick glance at Daffy told him he could probably get the information out of the duck right now if he was willing to risk his life and ask in front of everyone.

He'd wait; with the company he was currently in, someone else would ask and earn the rabbit's ire instead. Let them deal with that.

"Hey Bugs, do you know that officer?" Petunia asked in her soft voice while pointing to a unit on the side of the road with a vehicle.

Porky lightly smacked her hand, then they both giggled and eyed each other, hands over their mouths. Yakko decided it was one of the most adorable things he had ever seen and briefly wished Dot were there to witness it.

"Hey, how about that one?" Mr. Jordan asked, pointing toward another unit that was near a fast-food restaurant.

Bugs turned his scowl to the basketball player.

"You know that one over there though, right?" Daffy asked as he pointed out the window.

He then leaned back looking quite proud of the mayhem he had created. Bugs shot him a look that Yakko recognized as one that promised retribution at a later time.

"Betcha know that one too," Sam called in his gruff voice, pointing out the front window where they could see an officer on the other side of the road with a vehicle.

"I think you really do know that one," Plotz added as they finally merged onto the packed I-5, where they spotted a few officers pulled over who were waving at the limo as they went by.

"I ain't met every cop in LA doc," Bugs groused as he gave everyone a nasty look.

"According to your driving record, that is a lie," Plotz countered loudly to be heard over the laughter of everyone.

"Oh man, even Plotz is getting in on it," Daffy was practically cackling next to him. "Jump in if ya want," he invited Yakko.

Why not?

Noticing that the irritated rabbit was tapping his foot in annoyance, Yakko pointed at him and asked, "What's wrong Bugs? Looking for the accelerator?"

"Et tu Yakko?" Bugs asked as he turned to Yakko with a wounded look when Daffy burst out in laughter. "Stick your thumb up doc – that's how you're getting home."

"Sounds like you should join me," Yakko countered over the laughter inside the limo. "At least that won't be a moving violation."

"You little -"

"So what did you do?" Lola asked coyly, cutting Bugs off. "Speeding? Again?"

"He actually got two -"

"I will drown you at the pier if you say another word," Bugs threatened Daffy. "Ya know I wanted to sit on this until Monday!"

"Yes, but I wanted to laugh now," Daffy rejoined.

Yakko felt some of his tension melt away as almost every occupant in the limo snickered at Bugs. He felt bad for the rabbit, who was looking grumpy with a small amount of amusement mixed in. He knew Bugs; the rabbit would be on his A-game the moment a camera turned in his direction. Yakko was just happy that he wasn't feeling as nervous as he had been.

"Porky, turn that up," Plotz demanded abruptly, cutting off most of the laughter as he pointed toward the television. "Please," he added through gritted teeth.

Yakko jumped at the CEO's abrupt demand and turned his attention to the television. The pig was also taken aback and fumbled with the remote for the television for a moment before he raised the volume so they could watch whatever had caught Plotz's eye.

The Tattler of ToonTown – the Triple T's. Yakko grimaced; one of the newer gossip shows for ToonTown, and something he felt they didn't need. It would be nice to see some actual news every now and then instead of another show regurgitating the latest scandal. Even they had mentioned the paintball fiasco on Wednesday night. Both studios had responded for requests for statements with 'no comment'.

Yakko had been attempting to avoid the studio gates the last few days; he did not feel like dealing with any reporters trying to get comments about his less then brilliant paintball demonstration. He had hoped it was a minor scandal at best and would disappear quickly, but it had been a slow news week. That and Shere Kahn's party had been some of the top topics for the week.

Yakko watched the reporter, a very bubbly budgie toon with brilliant yellow and green feathers and the tightest black dress he had ever seen dance around the screen. She was so enthusiastic as she screamed into her mic that her tiny beak was almost a blur.

" – and this is Ky, your toon about town reporter here for The Triple T reporting to you live at the grand opening of 'Shamrock & Roll', the hot new club that's going to rock Foulfellow District!"

Why would anyone decide to set up a nightclub there? Yakko thought about it before he shrugged; it wasn't the worst area in ToonTown, and he supposed the rent would be cheaper there than one of the better sections. He wondered why Plotz could possibly care about a club opening; he didn't really strike him as a nightclub kind of guy.

"As you can see, the line is around the block with toons of all ages – legal of course – waiting to get into this place!"

The limo was mostly silent as everyone watched the television. Mr. Jordan was very quietly whispering to Lola, asking a few questions about ToonTown television stations that she was answering. Yakko picked up an air of confusion from the other occupants.

He glanced out the window as he felt the limo start to turn; they had reached the I-605 ramp. He could just make out the officers blocking all oncoming traffic so the limo could merge unhindered. A stray look at Daffy earned him a big smile.

"Time's going quicker for ya now, huh?" He whispered so low that Yakko almost didn't hear him. Daffy leaned in closer to add, "Look less nervous too."

Yakko blinked at the duck, surprised and a bit flattered that he had gone out of his way to annoy the rabbit to help him relax. It wasn't everyone that would annoy Bugs for no reason.

"Yeah, thanks," Yakko replied quietly with a small grin. "Shouldn't have got Bugs mad at- "

"Not the first time, and he gave me the opportunity," Daffy replied quietly with an unconcerned shrug. "You laughed and it gave me something to do."

Yakko wiped off a few drops of spittle that had flown from Daffy's beak onto his tux before they both turned to the television. As the camera panned the crowd, the reporter continued to speak.

"And just look who has come out to celebrate the opening and kiss the Blarney Stone!" The reporter happily announced, her enthusiastic bouncing making a few small feathers shake themselves loose from her head. "A whole host of famous faces is waiting at the VIP entrance to party the night away!"

They sure are…

Yakko watched the television, amused, as Baloo turned to speak to Louie, George P. Dog, Foghorn and whoever the red squirrel was beside him. Behind them, Sylvester was speaking to one of the three ladies that were draped on him. Further back in the crowd by the VIP entrance Yakko could make out Drew and Charlotte Pickles, the former looking around while the latter was chattering into her phone. Both waved when they noticed the camera had turned to them. Heffer Wolfe was busy making out with some toon Yakko didn't recognize.

Well. That was a hoot. Plotz was gonna be -

"I tawt I taw a puddy tat," Tweety snidely called out, earning a few snorts of laughter from everyone except Plotz.

"Amateurs," Bugs sneered derisively before he rolled his eyes.

"For s-s-shame," Porky shook his head.

"Agreed," Sam muttered. "Idgit galoots shoulda been smart enough to hide from the dang gone cameras ifen they were gonna miss this hootenanny."

"Damn Sylv, couldn't tell me a new club opened. Ass," Daffy muttered in an offended tone. Louder, he announced, "Think I feel a little sickness coming on myself. Maybe I should go -"

"Be quiet," Plotz directed while still staring at the television. "I think I know a couple of toons who are going to move very quickly to the top of the next PSA assignment."

Daffy laughed again and said, "Oh come on, it's not that bad! They aren't on the eleven o'clock news!"

"Looks like it's going to be a success Ky," the anchor on the television announced cheerfully. "And on Warner Boulevard today our roving reporter Randy was able to capture -"

"Damn really?" Daffy snickered quietly to Yakko. "This is too perfect!"

"– this footage of a Hollywood star engaging in a Hollywood stop before he continued to speed down the road. He finally stopped outside the gates to Warner Brothers Studios to have a friendly chat with a member of LA's finest."

The limo was silent as all eyes turned back to Bugs, who stared in shock at the television. Plotz glared at him momentarily before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a bottle of aspirin. On the television Yakko could see a familiar red BMW parked near one of the many entrances to the studio, with a LAPD car behind it. After a moment, he could see a black feathered hand reach out of the passenger side window and wave at the camera before giving a thumbs up. Bugs just sighed and shook his head.

"Ya knew that reporter was there and couldn't even warn me?"

"Knew that stop sign was there too," Daffy said in a matter-of-fact tone before he shrugged. "But you didn't want to listen to me when I tried to tell you about that."

"We'll discuss it Monday," Plotz interrupted before Bugs could say anything. "We are almost there. Let's put on our game faces; remember we are here to promote the movie. Don't embarrass yourself or the studio. We apparently have Bugs to do that for us."

"Come on doc!"

"We are all professionals, we know what to do and how to behave, or should" Plotz continued, going into full CEO mode as everyone became quiet. "Base security has already cleared our backgrounds, and the handler up front has the list for this limo. They will check that against the guest list and the photographs the studio has provided for everyone in this vehicle. Mr. Jordan, it has been a pleasure to share this ride with you; I hope you enjoy yourself. Please let me know if you need any assistance during the evening."

"Thank you, Mr. Plotz."

"Sam, I just hope you listened to reason and did not bring any of your guns to a military base."

"Course not."

"Tweety, try not to fall into the punch bowl this time. Don't forget how drunk you became the last time it happened."

"Wight Mr. Plotz."

"Porky and Petunia, enjoy yourselves; I know I don't have to be concerned about you two. I've never had to worry about your behavior."

Both Bugs and Daffy made kissing sounds, which caused Sam to guffaw and earned them all a scowl from Porky and a small giggle from Lola.

"S-s-stop t-that you -t-two!" Porky demanded. "Like d-d-dealing w-with t-the children."

"Daffy, whatever you do, do not do your swan dive routine like you tried at the last party -"

"Aww."

"– and Bugs, stay away from anything motorized until we sort your newest debacle out."

"It's not that serious mac," Bugs insisted.

"Lola, remember to think before you speak and how what you say may be reported back to someone. And remember to have fun."

"Like I could forget that!" Lola laughed.

"Just remember the rest of what he said," Bugs muttered quietly.

"Yakko, as we discussed, you are to stay near me as we enter. Don't talk to anyone unless I direct you to, no matter what they ask, at least at first. You are representing Warner Brothers Studio; I trust you will conduct yourself accordingly," Plotz said firmly.

Yakko nodded; Plotz had been through this with him already, several times. The CEO was concerned about his flubbing something, and Yakko couldn't blame him. He was a bit nervous about unintentionally screwing something up himself. But he wasn't incompetent; he had proven he could follow simple instructions. Since his instructions were basically 'follow me and don't open your mouth', he was pretty sure he could handle that.

Thankfully Plotz had been the closest thing to delighted that Yakko had ever seen him be when he found out that he had obtained some etiquette pointers from Jeeves. He said at least he wouldn't have to worry about him doing anything too strange. Thinking about his comments to Daffy and Tweety, Yakko resolved to just follow his lead. No matter his personal feeling on the man, he knew Plotz was not going to let him make any egregious errors.

"You'll do fine," Daffy muttered as he leaned over. "Heard you stared down the Truffle and both of Plucky's parents. This'll be a breeze."

"What -"

"Thanks. Glad all you guys were there since I wasn't. That won't happen again," Daffy stated emphatically, a serious look on his face.

Yakko looked at the duck for a moment as he sat back in his seat, giving him the indication that the duck wished to speak no further on the topic. At least he had an answer as to what had happened; Yakko had been curious. All Bugs had said when he asked was it had been addressed, Daffy was involved, and that Plucky's parents were sure to have a very unpleasant meeting with Mr. Plotz in the near future.

He knew the little duck must have been OK; his brother had talked to him twice on the phone since then. As he had predicted, Wakko had wanted to talk as soon as the returned to the tower that afternoon. Foghorn had helped put his mind at ease, and after he confirmed everything the rooster had said with Yakko, he had seemed fine with his friend. The little duck was at Buster's house with him for the weekend and Wakko had been as excited to go as ever.

Yakko was a bit concerned about his brother building a cannon; apparently that was what had broken the window. Wakko was still claiming it was his fault and Plucky had nothing to do with it. Yakko didn't believe him but had eventually let it go in favor of lightly scolding him for damaging studio property. Not that anyone seemed to care, but he thought he should at least say something to his brother about it. Foghorn had said that he was having the boys move their 'secret weapon' facility to his garage so he could keep an eye on them so Yakko was hopeful there would be no further mishaps.

Curious at their sudden stop, Yakko looked out the window; they had arrived at the gates. Up front he could hear the driver and his passenger speaking to the security personnel, then a door opening. The words were too muffled for him to make out even with his excellent hearing, but he could make out that someone was coming into the back of the limo with them. Peering out the window behind him, Yakko could make out a few journalists outside the gates to the shipyard, unable to enter due to the high security.

After a moment the rear passenger door opened, and a man stepped in, almost stumbling over Mr. Jordon's long legs that had been stretched out. He quickly pulled them towards his seat so the man could enter.

"Hello all, I'm Jose. I'll be the one coordinating your exits from the vehicle and your entrances onto the Sahasrara." The man looked down at his clipboard as he flipped through pages and photographs and clutched a radio in his fist. "Everyone on the list for this car is here. Does anyone need anything before we begin staging? Any last minute requests?"

When no one spoke, he continued.

"We are the last limo; Warner Limo number two with several of the Mon-Stars is staged directly in front of us. They will have their entrance, and then it will be your turn."

Jose continued to give instructions, this time in regard to the order that everyone should exit the limousine, and Yakko glanced around while still listening. With the exception of Mr. Jordon, no one seemed to be interested in his directions, but Yakko figured this was pretty run of the mill for them.

They were in the holding pattern as other celebrities and dignitaries, important but not as significant as most of the individuals currently in the limo. Sam, Tweety, Porky and Petunia would exit first to take whatever pictures needed to be shot and answer a few questions. Then Lola would step out by herself. Daffy would have his own entrance before Bugs and Mr. Jordon.

As the biggest stars attending the party, they would be the last to exit the limousine, and would need to step out together at the same time, something Yakko had overheard them discussing a few times since the limousine only had one door on the passenger side. Bugs was wholly unconcerned about it and had already told Mr. Jordan he would work around him.

After they were out, they would both go up the red carpet to greet the journalists for photographs and short interviews before they continued up the carpet-covered pier to the gangplank, to meet Mr. Kahn and the captain of his ship, the M/V Sahasrara, on the B deck.

Mr. Plotz and Yakko were to stay in the limo with Mr. Jordan's assistant and Jose. They would be driven to the end of the pier, where Mr. Plotz and Yakko would exit without all the journalists and enter the ship at the stern for a less grand entrance onto the C deck. From there they would make their way up to the B deck to join the main party. Yakko had no problem with that; he would be quite happy to avoid all the invitation-only journalists that were stationed at the carpet looking for photo opportunities and sound bites.

As the limo continued to roll slowly forward, Yakko looked out the window to see the ship. The Sahasrara was enormous; craning his back as far as he could just make out the massive bow jutting up and out over the pier. Softly glowing lights were strung form the front of the ship to a lower mast on the third level, a tall one on top of the bridge, and then down to the stern of the ship. In the twilight, the ship was impressive and gave off a soft white illumination that was reflected in the dark water. An American flag fluttered from the mast in the soft breeze. He could make out a lot of people already on the ship, some on the decks and others through the open windows. On the pier, Yakko noticed several crewmen for the NAVY scurrying around as they checked rigging and various lines and wires.

"Christ, he owns a private ship that's bigger than a Perry-class frigate," Daffy muttered to Yakko as he too stared out the window. "No wonder the military's been trying to cozy up to him."

Jose spoke into his radio briefly to let the woman he was talking to know they were ready. The Mon-stars had all departed their limousine and it was now their turn.

"You're up; when the limo stops, all but Miss Bunny, Mr. Duck, Mr. Bunny, and Mr. Jordon exit. When the others are approximately a quarter of the way up the carpet, then Miss Bunny exists. Mr. Duck will exit when Miss Bunny is almost to the end of the carpet. Mr. Bunny and Mr. Jordon need to step out at the same time. The reporters and other coordinators on the carpet have been informed of the order."

"Sandra, Warner limo one is heading your way now."

Yakko moved his head back so he could look at the ship out the rear window and try to ignore all the jostling as the others in the limo moved around to get ready. The limo was slowly driving up to the carpet now; overhead was a gold-colored crushed velvet canopy that covered the walkway to the ship. He could already make out the bright flashes as frantic reporters and photographers snapped pictures of the limo, the ship, and anything else that caught their attention.

Anyone inside was there by invitation and would have had to undergone a thorough security check. They were lined up on the red carpet like this was an actual event, even though this was in reality a party. A fake red carpet specifically designed for the journalists to get stories and photos and to sell magazines and a chance for Kahn to cuddle up to the military more. He didn't want to take anything from Bugs or the others so he kept his thoughts to himself, but the entire situation felt a bit pretentious to him.

"Relax kid, you're looking nervous again," Daffy lisped. "Calm down, I don't have time to pick at Bugs again for you."

"Ya really are walking home Daff."

"Easy for you to say," Yakko muttered. "You live for this."

"Well…yeah," Daffy agreed as he reached up and straightened his already impeccable bowtie. "I deserve the accolades, plus I look damn good in a tux."

"You're not the only one doc," Bugs pointed out with a laugh. He moved to sit between Yakko and Plotz. Putting his hands on Yakko's shoulders he added, "Everyone in here looks great. You look fantastic! And you'll do fine Yakko; I brought you because I think your old enough to enjoy it now."

"You brought him because you knew Dot would have everyone eating out of her hand and Wakko would somehow sink the ship," Plotz muttered.

"That's true too," Bugs admitted.

The limo stopped and the doors were opened by the attendants outside.

"Everyone, get ready!"

Yakko tried to return the smiles and thumbs up he got from the others as the red-carpet coordinator talked on his radio and asked for Sam and the little man stepped out to applause and cheers. He could hear the shouted questions and various reports speaking as flash bulbs went off. Tweety, Porky and Petunia followed quickly behind as they were also asked over the radio to depart the vehicle.

"Wish me luck!" Lola called before stepping out of the doors to applause and a million camera clicks.

"Stay loose and enjoy yourself, you got this," Daffy gave a cheery wave to Yakko when he was asked to please step from the limo. Sharing a quick look with Bugs and Plotz he added, "See ya inside."

With that, the narcissistic duck stepped outside the limo to the sounds of cheers. Yakko could see him waving his hands to the crowd as he soaked up the attention, pausing here and there to pose for a picture.

"Maroon," Bugs muttered with a slight head shake. Bugs gave Yakko's shoulder a final squeeze before he moved closer to the passenger door.

"You'll be great; you'll see! And I think you'll have a good time, once you get inside and stop being so nervous. And we'll see you in a few minutes, up on the B deck," Bugs added, pointing toward the top of the gangplank. With a smirk he added, "At least you don't have to go press the flesh; you get a nice private entrance."

"If it helps, I believe you'll do fine. I wouldn't have allowed this if I thought otherwise," Plotz muttered to Yakko.

Yakko nodded. Praise was rare from Plotz, and while never unwelcome, this time it was sincerely appreciated. And he was reasonably sure he would be fine, even if he was in a totally unfamiliar situation. Finding out he was going to actually avoid the crush of journalists had come as a huge relief. He was still a bit intimidated by the entire situation and knowing that he wasn't going to be forced to think up witty responses to all their questions had made him the closest to comfortable that he had been all day.

He absently scratched at his neck, cursing the bowtie as he heard the ladies voice come through the radio again, asking for Mr. Bunny and Mr. Jordan. Yakko shot them both a small smile as they went to the door.

"You ready for this?"

Mr. Jordan nodded at Bugs and asked, "You sure you don't want me to try - "

"No need," Bugs reminded him with a grin. "Just get out like normal doc; this is my specialty. Not like I haven't maneuvered around you before."

When the door was opened, Mr. Jordan began to move and started to step out, with Bugs already Chucking himself into a pencil thin form to squeezed between the larger human and the door frame. Yakko leaned over as far as he could, almost toppling into Mr. Plotz's lap, to watch the exit. Bugs was an absolute master at Chucking and Yakko was interested in how the rabbit would time his reshaping and reforming of his various parts with the human's movements so everything looked fluid. Unlike on a set, he couldn't ask to redo something if he misjudged his timing.

As Mr. Jordan's right foot hit the carpet, Bugs followed with this own foot, landing in synch with him and releasing the Chuck on that body part at the same time. Even knowing Bugs for as long as he had, Yakko was still impressed with the effortless way his tutor could do these maneuvers. As Mr. Jordan continued to exit the limo, Bugs mirrored his movements, and gave the appearance of leaving the limo at the exact same time as the basketball player. It took Mr. Jordan maybe five seconds to exit the limo, but with all the reshaping of various body parts at different times that Bugs had to do in such a short time span…Yakko was happy he didn't have to do it himself, especially in front of a crowd.

Glancing out of the corner of his eye, Yakko saw Plotz give a single nod of approval as both of the stars were finally out of the limo and the sounds of the journalists calling out their names and various questions floated back to them. From the number of clicks and flashes Yakko could hear going off, he was worried that both of them would be blinded by the time they reached the end of the red carpet.

The attendant outside closed the door, and limo slowly drove toward the end of the pier where they would be dropped off. Yakko stood and moved to the passenger side so he could see better as they drove past the hull of the ship. About five-hundred feet in front of them he spotted another carpet laid out, with a few random humans and toons milling about. A few were climbing the stairs up to the boat; others were checking more hoses and wires or simply standing and observing the proceedings. He even spotted a few photographers. Several limos were completing their U-turns at the end of the concrete pier in front of them.

When the limo stopped at the carpet, Yakko turned to look at Mr. Plotz. The man nodded and gestured toward the door as Jose stood and opened it to step outside. Mr. Jordan's assistant was still in her seat and didn't even glance up at them.

"Enjoy your evening gentleman," Jose spoke as Yakko stepped from the limo onto the carpet, Mr. Plotz close behind him.

Yakko muttered his thanks to him as he stared up at the ship. He craned his head back as far as he could, quickly trying to look at windows and counting the open decks. This ship was five levels, probably half as tall as the water tower. While in the limo he could tell it was enormous, but on the pier so near it and about to walk up to it; it really brought home how truly enormous it was.

"Impressive," Mr. Plotz muttered in astonishment as he nudged Yakko to begin to walk up the carpet. "Two-hundred and eighty-two feet in length; Daffy wasn't far off when he commented that it was as big as a frigate."

"Why is there an Indian flag there?" Yakko muttered back to him while he pointed at the stern. "Kahn is American, and he has an American flag -"

"He is, the ship isn't," Plotz clarified in a low tone. "The ship is registered in India. Not only is it to honor his family's home country – he is a Bengal tiger – having his ship registered in India allows him to get into more countries easier. Many countries are not as friendly to Americans as you'd think." He pointed to toward the mast at the front of the ship. "The flag displayed up there is to honor the country he is currently in."

"Excuse me, if you two wouldn't mind?"

Yakko turned toward the voice, which belong to a young photographer who was standing alongside the carpet. He looked toward Mr. Plotz, who gave a miniscule shrug and nodded, moving closer to him. Yakko tried to relax and smile as the man took several pictures and thanked them before he turned to snap a few more images of the ship. A second photographer also jumped over to quickly snap a few images before he turned, not bothering to speak to them. Confused, Yakko looked at Mr. Plotz for clarification; he had expected all the photographers to be at the VIP entrance.

"We've had our picture taken several times already, since we left the limo," Mr. Plotz explained at his inquiring look. "At least that one was respectable enough to ask. This entrance is for the lesser dignitaries, more minor stars; people who are important enough to be at this event, but either do not want or do not need to make a grand entrance. A few members of the media still stake out this entrance in the off chance they see something worth mentioning. I'd expect a picture or two of you to be in some paper."

"At least I won't be criticized for not wearing a facemask in these pictures," Yakko grumbled.

"Don't remind me; I want to have an enjoyable evening," Mr. Plotz spoke while cutting his eyes toward him and motioned for him to continue to walk. "We will deal with that later. For now, we will be greeted at the top of the stairs on this deck by a member of Mr. Kahn's crew, perhaps the first officer. From there we will have to go up another deck to find the others and see if anything needs to be addressed. After that we will make our way around and mingle."

Yakko nodded; they had been through this already.

Reaching the stairs, they began to climb up them, Plotz again reiterating that he expected Yakko to use common sense and to think before he answered any questions; several reporters were invited to the party and would still try to get quotes from him if he were not careful. If he was concerned about anything, he should immediately stop talking and find Mr. Plotz or Bugs. He fully expected him to not do anything weird since a highly refined former royal butler had given him some tutoring on etiquette, and that he hoped Yakko put those lessons to good use. He should utilize this time to network and expand his contacts, and to try to remember to not use his HammerSpace for anything, at least not in site of everyone.

Already weary of Plotz and his instructions, Yakko wondered if he planned on babysitting him all night. He was past the crush of reporters and wasn't feeling as nervous as he had been. He had been feeling something close to curiosity and excitement, though he was a knot of nerves again now that he was going to be entering this party and meeting who knew how many different individuals at one time. A few simple photographs of him exiting the limo or climbing the stairs were nothing he was anxious about; he had worse photographs taken of himself at the mall. And while he did appreciate Plotz staying with him, he did not foresee an enjoyable evening if he had to stay tethered to the CEO the entire time.

Lifting his ears, he could already hear more noise from the party guests at the other end of the boat; music from what sounded like a string quartet was wafting from the upper deck. Chatter and laughter, excited exclamations from individuals who were meeting someone for the first time, the clinking of glasses and ice cubes as cocktails were mixed and poured, the scrape of chairs being pushed or pulled out, and the click of heels tapping across the highly polished decks. It sounded like there was a million people onboard the ship and he felt himself start to get apprehensive again at just going up there.

"Ehhhhh, exactly how many people are at this bash?" Yakko asked Plotz as they arrived at the top of the stairs. Down the corridor Yakko could see a human and a short toon penguin with a bluish tint to his black plumage waiting to greet them.

Plotz shrugged and with a slight frown stated, "My guess, approximately two-hundred. Why?"

"That's…just a lot of people," Yakko answered before swallowing. "I didn't think even a boat this big would hold that many."

"First of all, you are on a ship, not a boat."

"Tomato, tomahto."

"No. You will sound ignorant if you refer to this as a mere boat, and probably insult someone while you're doing it. This is a ship, a super yacht technically. You would get into a boat when something like this ship is sinking."

Oh, well, that was one worry he hadn't had yet, the damn ship sinking. Even if he was at the pier Yakko did not want to be on a sinking ship. He turned his head to eye the ship warily and wondered if he should stay near the lifeboats all evening. He wasn't a great swimmer.

"And a ship of this size will hold that many for a party; it's not as if all these people are spending the night here. And while it's true that there are a lot of people, you won't speak to all of them, or not for long. This is basically a training exercise for you; be glad Bugs didn't invite you to a really big party."

Christ, how much bigger could they get? He knew this party would be big, but when he had been told it was on a ship he had expected maybe a hundred people. He didn't think Kahn's ship, as big as it was, would hold twice that amount.

"This will be a good experience for you. Do try to get the worried look off your face; you look like you are going to run down the ramp and hide in the limo like a toddler. And stop pulling at your tie."

Yakko scowled at the man; he had been unconsciously tugging at it again. He was being stupid; he could do this. He was hardly the most fascinating individual at this party, and most would be trying to impress the higher ups for a chance to compete for contracts and jobs. They wouldn't be that interested in him.

Plotz was right, this was merely a training exercise for him, an extension of his tutoring. If he worried about this anymore, he'd give himself stage fright and end up hiding in the bathroom all evening. He was no coward, and he wasn't exactly a socially awkward individual. What was he even worried about? He had faced a million other things far more difficult than a fancy party. Daffy was right, this should be a breeze.

"Welcome aboard the Sahasrara," the human said warmly as they finally reached him. The man extended his arm to shake hands with Mr. Plotz. "I am the First Mate, Eric Tam. Beside me is the Chief Purser, Wilhelm Eudyptula. The entire crew and staff are at your disposal to ensure you have a pleasant evening. Please see any of us if you need anything during your visit."

"Thank you," Mr. Plotz answered before the man turned to shake hands with Yakko as well.

"The stairs are down the hall to the right," the purser gestured as he spoke. "The elevator is across the hall and to the left. We are very pleased you will be spending an evening aboard the Sahasrara. Please enjoy yourselves and do not hesitate to ask if you require anything."

Yakko replied with his own thanks before he began to walk with Mr. Plotz down the hall toward the elevator. As they entered and Plotz pushed the button for the door to close, Yakko hoped like hell he could remember all the various rules everyone had thrown at him. He didn't want to make a total fool of himself and everyone with him by saying the wrong thing or using the wrong fork to pick up a meatball.

Maybe he should stick with birthday parties at the mall. Sure, his various guests would tear the place down around him while laughing about it, but they wouldn't lecture him on etiquette or expect him to wear the damn uncomfortable bowtie.

Parties were supposed to be fun. He had never thought a party could be so stressful.

End Chapter 39