Disclaimer: I do not own Animaniacs. Yakko, Wakko and Dot and all of the other characters belong to their own respective owners.

This story is an intense story that is 70 chapters plus an epilogue long once it is completed. I once had it posted on years ago before their new rules, and since then it's been off the site. Well, I am bringing it back. I am not just copy and pasting it though, I am slightly editing it due to grammar problems (and the distinct need to add ! everywhere when I was younger. I am also adding notes for the story as well to make it easier to follow, and to comply with rules, I will either be removing lyrical parts and/or writing original lyrics for it.

Anyhow, buckle up. I hope you enjoy this incredible adventure. Watch out for my other Animaniacs that will be making returns, as well as some new ones.

Start iiiiiiiiiiit, Nurse!

"Sign in. Date, name and time."

Scratchansniff signed in to see a special maximum security prisoner. His hands were a bit shaky but it had nothing to do with his nerves. Dr. Scratchansniff was older now, getting older every day. He had retired completely from his profession five years ago. He had been a great doctor, one of the best in Los Angeles. He had even been considered one of the best in all of America in his younger days. He had no regrets and he had been pleased with his work.

Except for three clients, one of which he was now seeing.

Scratchansniff followed an escort slowly. Everyone down here is so evil looking. He looked around himself as he continued onward, hearing the slurs and cruelty being spat out of other convicts mouths at him.

"Yo doc. Think I need a check up? Who's your daddy, huh?"

"Get a little closer ya old geezer."

Scratchansniff kept following his escort as he heard more crude and horrendous things. He had been told before he came in not to talk to anyone and to ignore the comments. They were not easy though. All of the inmates here had life sentences or were on death row.

"Don't ignore me doc. What if I was a patient, eh? What if I was one of your psychotic patients too, huh?"

Ranting. Raving They were horrible. Still, Scratchansniff went on. He was growing closer to his destination. It had been at least ten years since he'd been there last. It was not an easy thing to get admittance into. He continued to walk with the guard by his side. He was about to visit one of the most ruthless, inconceivable, unimaginable evil creatures in all of the country. So horrible, it did not even have regular jail bars and it was surrounded by impenetrable glass. There wasn't even a single opening on the outside except a small box that swished in and swished out, and three small holes smaller than each of Scratchansniff's eyepieces.

This creature was one of three involved in what was known as the Burbank Studio Slaughter. More than 50 people were killed that day, by having their skulls crushed with mallets or chopped in at least two with a hatchet. The gore and the blood that day was embedded in the doctor's memory forever. He had seen the aftermath and was one of the few to first hear the deadly screams. The pools of blood everywhere, the severed parts scattered about.

Scratchansniff was face to face with one of the monsters, one of the infamous killers who had tainted the reputation of Burbank forever.

Scratchansniff gave a polite smile to the absolutely horrendous abomination to society . . . who was currently playing paddle ball.

Scratchansniff had to grin. He had no clue what happened that fateful day, and no matter how many years passed by, he would never believe the small amount of evidence he saw. Never. The Warner brothers and their sister may have been crazy, kooky, and sometimes completely insane, but they were not insane. "Yakko?"

Yakko quit playing with his paddle ball and went over to the tempered glass. He grinned widely. "Hey, Hey. Well, if it isn't old Scratchy. Really old by now, huh?" he joked. Yakko went right on smiling at the doctor. He had clearly heard the rants and ravings of the mad men more than once and learned to tune them out.

Scratchansniff laughed. "I can't believe you still kept your sense of humor after all these years. And...I'm sure this isn't a place for that kind of thing."

"Eh." Yakko shrugged his shoulders. "Maximum Security Prison, Water Tower for over fifty years, what's the diff?"

"Oh, I would have to say the fact you actually got to see Wakko und Dot too?" Scratchansniff reminded him. "Plus, you do not share good company."

"Oh, yeah, that was a big diff." Yakko leaned against the unbreakable glass still ignoring the rants of his next door cellmate. "Even when we were locked up, we could still have fun." He sighed. "Without them, it feels like I've been locked up a hundred years," he said seriously. He looked over at Scratchy and smiled. "By the way Scratchy, I would move a little over to your left. Scruffy back there bit a guard in the eye last week."

"I told that guard a thousand times I'd do it! Didn't I, Yakko? Didn't I, didn't I, didn't I?!"

Scratchansniff didn't know how to reply to that. He simply moved to the left like Yakko suggested. Yakko, Wakko und Dot. They were sweet cartoon kids, a bit nuts but they were not murderers. Even now, after being locked up for so long, Yakko was still obviously good. No, it could never be.

"Alright, Doctor." The guard made a gesture of rolling his hands. "Enough with the friendly banter. Please, state your business."

Dr. Scratchansniff tried to hide his displeasure at being rushed. "Sorry I have not visited Yakko. They only let people with business visit, and I've had none for quite some time."

"That's alright Scratchy," Yakko said. "Hey, have you seen Wakko? How's he been doing?"

"Dead! He's dead! He's dead! I heard it, I heard it!"

Scratchansniff frowned at the unstable man who yelled at him. "He is not dead." He nodded his head at Yakko. "Better than he's been in years."

"He's lying, he is! He is!"

"Don't worry Doc, that guys a sociopathic liar." Yakko simply smiled.

The guard pointed to his watch.

Yakko leaned closer. "What about Dot, any news?"

"Ooh, yeah, yeah! What' s the news on the sister? Huh, huh?"

"She was killed, I saw it on the news!"

"Nothing Yet, Yakko." Scratchansniff replied. He tried to concentrate on the conversation. Such horrible things were said but Yakko smiled like it never even phased him. How can he just smile? How can he even still be Yakko surviving ten years here?

Scratchansniff couldn't stop looking strangely at Yakko. Although still as pleasant as always, the warner seemed . . . taller. But for some unexplainable reason, the Warners had never aged. They should be in their seventies and eighties at least, but they had never aged. Yet, Yakko seemed physically taller. Also, perhaps a bit more reserved. "Have you grown taller?"

Yakko shrugged his shoulders. "Maybe."

Scratchansniff didn't push the subject, he would not have long with the prisoner. "Well, I am here to tell you, you are getting another appeal." Scratchansniff winked at him. "And this time, your chances are much better than the others."

"Uh huh," Yakko said in disbelief.

"Well . . . " Scratchansniff grinned. Yakko himself would be grinning from ear to ear once he heard the next line. "It was good enough to get Wakko out and back to the water tower."

"Really?!" Yakko got excited. "You're kidding?"

"Two months from now," Scratchansniff laughed. "You might be a free bird again."

"But . . . how?" Yakko asked excitedly started to bounce slightly.

"By a small glitch." Scratchansniff smiled. "Ze people who set you up missed something very, very small . . . but it should be enough to get you out."

Yakko couldn't help himself as he started to all out bounce up and down like the Warner used to. "Good Going Scrrrrr-atchy," he laughed. "Break it open and get me out of this filthy place for good!"

Story Notes:

The story is just beginning but this story will have lots of codes, different names, and time travel. To make it a lot easier to follow along, I will explain each code and the time events that happened as they occur at the end of every chapter.