Hello, fellow Fanimaniacs! Yes, here is yet another story involving an OC ship. I made it a goal to not mention my self-insert for one whole story, and I emerged victorious, at least so far! Party time :3 *gets out cake, ice cream, and balloons* hey, I'm a theater kid. This is how we do things!
This story took ages to write (and by ages I mean a few days), but it was worth it. This may be my favorite story I've written so far!

Also, no, this is not incest. It's not exactly an AU, but I did put something in the story to make it incest-less (you'll know when) because if there are 12-year-olds out there who write incest, I don't even know what to say.

This story is dedicated to LakkoWarner1, thanks for letting me use his OC. A huge shoutout to him, AtomicUnicorn, AshleyWarner123, JalcoFox, ShaySillitoon, and SuperAnimaniacsFan1! An extra-large piece of cake and ice cream to all of you, and a free balloon, too!

I do not own Animaniacs or Hamilton.
Trigger Warnings: Panic attacks, negative thoughts, a buttload of Hamilton references/spoilers, Episode 10 spoilers

Thunder boomed. Lightning flashed. Rain pattered against the windows. It was the perfect evening for staying inside with a roaring fire, a blaring TV, and a mug of hot chocolate, which was precisely what the Warners and Cassie were doing.

I am not throwin' away my shot! I am not throwin' away my shot! Hey, yo, I'm just like my country, I'm young, scrappy, and hungry, and I'm not throwin' away my shot!

All four toons sang along.

"It's time to take a shot!"

Wakko stood up, making use of his accent.

"I dream of life without a monarchy! The unrest in France will lead to onarchy! Onarchy? How you say, how you say-? Oh! Anarchy! When I fight I make the other side panicky with my-!"

"Shot!"

Yakko stood up next.

"Yo, I'm a tailor's apprentice, and I got ch'all knuckleheads in loco parentis! I'm joining the rebellion, 'cause now is my chance, to socially advance, instead of sewing some pants! I'm gonna take a-"

"Shot!"

Cassie and Dot looked at each other for a split second, then Dot shook her head. Cassie stood up.

"And but we'll never be truly free, until those in bondage have the same rights as you and me! You and I, do or die, wait till I sally in on a stallion with the first black battalion, have another-"

"Shot!"

This continued for a while longer.

"Woah, woah, wo-o-o-oah!"

"I said, shout it to the rooftops!"

"Wo-o-oah!"

"Said to the rooftops!"

"Wo-o-oah!"

"Come on, let's go! Rise up, when you're living on your knees you rise up, tell your brother that he's gotta rise up, tell your sister that she's-"

Ding-dong!

Everyone groaned.

"And right at the best part!" pouted Wakko.

"I'll go get it," said Yakko. "I just hope they're not trying to reach us about our car's extended warranty."

Cassie chuckled.

"Who would climb a slippery metal ladder to a water tower containing four zany toons in this sort of weather?" wondered Dot as Yakko excited the room.

"Beats me," shrugged Wakko. "None of our friends, that's for sure."

Suddenly there was a yelp, a thud, and shouts of joy and laughter.

"Sibs! Cassie!" yelled Yakko. "Get in here!"

Wakko pressed pause and swallowed the remote. Everyone ran for the front hall.

There, wrapped in Yakko's tight embrace, stood a small, skinny toon with messy fur and blue overalls.

"LAKKO!" screamed Wakko and Dot, rushing forward to hug their brother tightly.

Cassie realized who this was: Yakko, Wakko, and Dot's brother, who liked to travel around the world. She hadn't met him before, but he wrote and texted often, and the Warners told all kinds of stories about him.

"Hey, sibs!" laughed Lakko. He had a slight Australian accent, Cassie noted, which was rather cute.

Wait… cute? Ugh.

"Lakko, come over here and meet our friend!" said Wakko excitedly, pulling his younger brother by the hand.

Lakko smiled at Cassie. "You must be the famous Ella Stellar I've been hearing so much about."

"Just call me Cassie," Cassie requested with a pained smile. Being reminded of Cassandra was better than being reminded of past mistakes she had made. Immediately after, she chastised herself.

Some greeting! Can't even say a 'hi' or a 'nice to meet you' first, huh?

"Oh, of course! I'm sorry…" apologized a blushing Lakko, who looked genuinely troubled by his mistake.

"No, no, it's alright," replied Cassie, who normally might have made a snarkier remark. "You didn't know."

She desperately tried to think of a witty remark.

"And you must be the famous Lakko Warner I've been hearing so much about."

Seriously?

Lakko grinned. "That's me."

"Why don't we go back into the living room?" said Yakko.

"We've got Hamilton playing and homemade hot chocolate waiting. Actually, let's hear about your travels before Hamilton!"

"Sounds great!" beamed Lakko. "But my travels can wait. You know Hamilton's my favorite!"

Then he realized he was still dripping wet. He looked at his sibs and realized they were wet, too, from the group hug. "Uh, oh…"

"It's okay, Lakko," smiled Dot. "we've got a fire going, too!"

Lakko looked relieved. "In that case, I suggest you all back up."

Everyone realized what he meant and held up oversized cartoon umbrellas. Lakko got down on all fours and shook, spraying water everywhere.

"That's better," he smiled, satisfied (unlike Angelica).

The Warners ran whooping into the living room. Cassie and Lakko were the only ones who walked, and Cassie still somehow managed to bump into Lakko and bump him over.

You stupid klutz! Anyone would think you do this on purpose.

"Oh, jeez! I'm so, so, sorry," Cassie continued to apologize as she pulled Lakko to his feet.

"Hey, you're fine! No harm done," assured the blue-clad toon.

Look at you! Practically begging for forgiveness. What would Cassandra think? For heaven's sake, pull yourself together! You're not some weakling. You are Cassie Warner!

Back in the living room, Wakko burped up the remote. Cassie sat down on the couch and patted the spot next to her. Lakko sat down beside her.

"Are we ready?" he asked.

There was silence. Yakko, Wakko, and Dot looked at him pleadingly.

"What?" said Lakko. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

The siblings burst out in unison, "We wanna hear about your travels!"

Lakko smiled teasingly. "Oh, I don't know," he said. "Wouldn't you rather watch Hamilton? I know I would. Or we could make some popcorn-"

"Please, please, please, please, please!" the Warners begged, grabbing onto his legs. "Please, please, please, please, please!"

Cassie snickered.

"Oh, all right," sighed Lakko in mock exasperation. The Warners cheered. Lakko began his tale.

"First, I traveled across the U.S.," the toon began. "Some highlights were New York City, Michigan, Florida, and Arkansas. When I was in Arkansas, I got to visit my friend Lyric."

The toon pulled a photo out of his pocket and passed it around.

Lakko continued to talk about his adventures. He had traveled to just about every continent, except for Antarctica.

"...and then I went to India, where some yogis taught me how to meditate," he continued, holding up a little ceramic elephant.

"When I was in Europe, I went to Russia, and I met your Anima-nyet counterparts! I gave them some of my food since the conditions haven't really improved. But they're doing loads better without that Sergi guy yelling at them all the time. It's like that guide said, Russians aren't really bad people. It's their leader who's the problem."

The Warners nodded.

"Food for thought," mused Cassie.

"I also spent a lot of time in Australia and met a kangaroo. I flew home after that, but we're pen pals now!"

Lakko smiled broadly, holding up a selfie of him and the aforementioned kangaroo. The Warners and Cassie clapped and whistled.

"Hamilton time!" Lakko announced, grabbing the control.

"I'll- I'll make popcorn!" offered Cassie, jumping up.

And since when do you stutter? Honestly, it's like you're trying to embarrass yourself in front of Lakko.

Before she went into the kitchen, she ducked into the bathroom and splashed water on her suddenly burning face, hoping to jolt herself back to her right mind. She stared at her reflection in the mirror.

What is the matter with you?

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After popping the popcorn and getting soda for everyone, Cassie rejoined the still-singing group.

"Cause when push comes to shove, I will kill your friends and family to remind you of my love!"

Cassie placed the bowl of popcorn on the table and passed around cans of carbonated sugar water. When she gave one to Lakko, their fingers brushed. Cassie shivered.

Time skip brought to you by Yakko Warner, Thomas Jefferson's hair, and my doggo Nina

Un-deux-trois-quatre-cinq-six-sept-huit-neuf… Good…

Everyone was grossly sobbing at this point, while still trying to sing along. Being toons, the tears pooled on the floor, until the water had risen about an inch deep. At Eliza's grief-stricken scream of anguish, everyone only sobbed harder, holding on to each other as if their lives depended on it. Cassie and Lakko hugged each other tightly, weeping.

No one stopped until The Election of 1800.

Another time skip brought to you by a buttered baguette skewered on a unicorn's horn

Who lives, who dies, who tells your story…

Once again, everyone was weeping, though not as hard as during the Laurens Interlude or Stay Alive (Reprise).

"O-okay, sibs," sniffed Yakko. "Time to get to bed. It's late."

Everyone went off without much fuss, it was 1:00 a.m. after all.

"Oh yeah," remembered Cassie. "Dot, in answer to your previous question about who would visit a tower containing four zany toons? Well, how about a fifth zany toon?"

A little later, Cassie was lying in bed, replaying the exciting, dramatic, parts of Hamilton. The Warners were all asleep, or so she thought.

"Cassie?"

The toon girl looked over to see Lakko sitting up.

"Um… sorry. I know it's late, but I was wondering… do you think you could tell me a bit about yourself a bit? I mean, the Warners have told me a bit, but not much… c-could I ask you a few questions, maybe?"

Cassie smiled in spite of herself. "Sure."

"Swoot!"

"So, what did you want to ask me?"

"Well… are you actually related to me and my sibs, or are you just the same species?"

"Just the same species," clarified Cassie, "Cartoonus Characterous. We even had Brain run a few DNA tests on me, ink samples and stuff like that, and the results are that we are not related."

"Ah."

The two toons talked long into the night, swapping stories and experiences on the lot while separated from the Warners. Before they went to sleep, Cassie told Lakko her backstory and why she had changed her name. Lakko listened with tears in his eyes.

As Cassie let sleep override her, she couldn't help but think that she had met a friend for life.

And that's the end of the first chapter! This story will have two or three chapters, and I will try extra hard to get them out early! I hope you are willing to wait for it (haha funny Hamilton reference so original) because the next chapter will hopefully include more Lassie chemistry. LakkoWarner1, I hope you're okay with Lakko's "traveling around the world" thing because I needed a reason for Cassie to have not met Lakko yet, as this takes place a couple of months after the Battle of the Toons.

Fun fact: I can do both the Satisfied and the Guns and Ships rap.

Another fun fact: My school advisor is related to Aaron Burr (who shot Alexander Hamilton in a duel). He's like her great-great-great-great-great-great- *gets hit in the face with the bible* okay, okay, jeez! Well, you get the idea.

One more thing: how old do you think Cassie is? I'm honestly not sure, just like I'm not sure if she really is related to the Warners (for the purposes of this story, I said no for obvious reasons). I still think of Yakko as the older sibling, so that makes Cassie between 9-13. Keep in mind she believes like a stereotypical teen. Is it because of how old she really is or how old she wants to be?

Fanimaniac out!