Treasures of the Inkwell

by Tessa Honeybee

Over twenty years have passed since Bugs misplaced Oswald and Ortensia's inkwell. In the meantime he's tried to make up for his mistake, by mentoring and raising three zany children. But Bugs failed to tell them they were never meant to be drawn orphans. When the truth comes out in 2006, Oswald is back to claim the family that is rightfully his. Sequel to Walt's Lost Treasure.

4. Home Sweet Mole

The Warners sat quietly, taking in Buster's story. Yakko for one had taken in enough to blow his top. His fingers clenched the sofa's cushions with extreme force. Just before he could run his mouth, Buster summoned a flier from behind his back, and passed it around to everyone.

"And if you don't believe me, here's the real proof." Buster insisted. The bolded words MISSING TOONS titled the page. Following the title, two profiles and descriptions of the toons divided the paper. On the left, a bulleted list detailed the kit, while the right side detailed the duckling.

Art Melvin Bunny
MISSING SINCE: July 08, 1989
AGE: 14
SPECIES: Rabbit (anthropomorphic)
EYES: Black
FUR: Grey/White
HEIGHT: 2' 4''
WEIGHT: 21 lbs.
Regularly wears white gloves.

Salem Sergio Duck
MISSING SINCE: July 08, 1989
AGE: 11
SPECIES: Duck (anthropomorphic)
EYES: Black
FEATHERS: Black
HEIGHT: 2' 0''
WEIGHT: 19 lbs.

Finally the bottom of the page stated a plea to contact the police, 'if anyone has any information' and the bolded promise: 'REWARD!'. Yakko snatched the flier from Dot, hardly waiting for her to finish reading. He shoved the page towards Buster's face.

"How did he get away with this?!" Yakko demanded. For a moment Buster thought Yakko spoke of the alleged kidnapper whom Bugs swore to hunt down and kill. Then Yakko elaborated. "Bugs invited us into his home and practically became our dad the past eight years. And you were just one of his students! How did you get the lowdown on his missing son?!" The blue rabbit hesitated a moment, recalling some old memories.

"He really didn't have a choice, but to tell me." Buster reasoned calmly.

"What do you mean he didn't have a choice?" Wakko doubted.

"Well, that summer Art disappeared, Mel Blanc passed away." Buster stated solemnly. "So naturally the studio scrambled to find replacement voice actors and a new star for Tiny Toon Adventures. That's where I came in." He revealed.

"So you took Art's place after he never came back." Dot gravely realized. Buster nodded.

"Bugs told me about Art when I was still a yearling. Back then Art's face was still in the media, so... It was better to hear the truth from Bugs, than from a news reporter. I took it hard, learning I was basically created just to be an understudy. But Bugs helped me get my mind off of that. In fact he pretty much helped me with everything. You could say I had it a lot like you guys do now." Buster remembered.

"So what made him reject you?" Yakko probed bitterly. Dot shot him a glare for his choice of words.

"Hmph. The final cut of the theme song." The rabbit halfheartedly laughed.

"What do you mean?" Dot inquired.

"When they officially wrote my name into the lyrics, I think Bugs realized Art lost his chance at stardom." Buster explained. The rabbit breathed a heavy sigh. "After that he gave me the cold shoulder, and we were back to square one." Yakko stood up to isolate himself from the group. Facing the wall, his fists clenched at his sides. Yakko hated to kick a dead horse, but he couldn't stop thinking Bugs betrayed them. First the white lie over the phone, and then an unsolved missing persons mystery that Bugs intentionally covered up for years. Suddenly a sinking feeling in Yakko's chest made him suspect that he and his siblings became replacements for Art; more so than Buster ever did. "I'm sorry I don't know much else about Art or Salem. It was always a touchy subject, y'know?" Buster placated. Yakko turned around with a determined look on his face.

"That's okay. We don't need to know any more secrets. We just need answers." Yakko proclaimed. "Sibs." He addressed. "We're sticking to the plan to find Oswald. Additionally, we've gotta interview Mickey too. I've got a gut feeling he knows a thing or two about Art."

"Based on what?" Dot wondered.

"That phone call." Yakko replied. "Mickey really wanted Bugs to go to that party, even though Bugs refused. But when Bugs mentioned 'the loss of a kid' Mickey backed off." Wakko and Dot looked to each other, mentally making the same connection.

"Now we've really gotta check out the party." Wakko anticipated.

"Exactly." Yakko agreed. The elder Warner marched out of the reading corner, expecting everyone to follow him. At least until they left the library. Then Buster would have to show them out. "Come, siblings. We must prepare for tomorrow night." Yakko proclaimed. Trailing behind the Warners, Buster reconsidered how much he was really helping his friends. Of course he wouldn't take back what he said about Art. The Warners had a right to know. However, the more Yakko theorized, the more Buster did the same. 'If Bugs and Oswald hate each other because of the 'lost kid',' Buster paused his train of thought. 'Was Oswald... a suspect... of Art's kidnapping? Would Disney cover up something like that?' Suddenly Buster tensed at the thought of the trouble his friends were heading into.

"You're really going through with this plot?" Buster asked Wakko.

"Yeah. You won't tell on us, right?" Wakko queried.

"Because if you do, we'll stuff you inside a shoebox and hold you hostage for forty-eight hours." Dot threatened. Buster rolled his eyes.

"Relax. I won't turn stool pigeon." Buster assured. "'Besides, if I go blabbing to Bugs, I'll be incriminating myself for poking your noses in business he wants you out of." He continued. "I'm just wondering if there's actually a plan to follow. Y'know, a covert operation instead of twenty seconds of screaming and five seconds of getting kicked out." The rabbit sneered, hiding his real concern. Dot scowled, not appreciating Buster's tone. She grabbed him by the shoulder and looked him in the eye.

"Listen, tough guy!" Dot rebuked. "If you don't want to help us that's fine!

"But if you do want to help us, that's even better." Yakko cut in. Dot glared at him over her shoulder.

"You stay out of this!" She warned. Turning her attention back to Buster, the Warner sister ranted. "But we don't need a babysitter; especially when we're acting out! And about your covert operation idea..." She sassed. "Mickey invited us. We can handle walking in the front door." With a snap of her fingers, Dot strutted away, leaving the blue rabbit dumbfounded.

"Well excuse me." Buster countered. While Dot bounded up the stairs, Yakko held back to confide in Buster.

"Confidentially we've still got room for one more sleuth." He offered, leaning over the rabbit's shoulder. As Buster climbed the stairs, he glanced between the Warner brothers on either side of him. The peer pressure began to set in.

"Listen guys, I've helped ya out enough already." Buster dismissed.

"What? We're solving mysteries, Buster! Where's your sense of curiosity?" Wakko whined.

"Don't tell us being cooped up in here all the time has made you soft." Yakko taunted. Instead of getting agitated by Yakko's game, Buster let his eyelids droop down to give the Warners the most blank, uncaring stare.

"You know I have a job and a social life outside this house, right?" Buster deadpanned.

"Bet ya don't have any of that tomorrow night, Cinderella." Yakko badgered.

"C'mon, Buster. You used to love playing practical jokes on Bugs with us." Wakko enticed. "And that was when he could suspend you. If we get caught tomorrow or the next day, the worst Bugs can do is ground the three of us. That's no skin off your nose." He justified. Buster shook his head in frustration. It was time to put his foot down.

"Maybe not. But as far as mysteries go, my curiosity stops at Art." Buster fumed, hardly keeping his voice steady. "You guys can hunt down whoever you like. I'm not going. If you ask me ignorance is bliss." The rabbit glowered. Yakko and Wakko inched away from Buster, surprised by his sudden negative disposition. Silently taking their last strides up the stairs, neither of the Warners dared to pick Buster's brain. That is until Yakko coolly tossed a portable hole in the middle of the hall. Buster stumbled, nearly falling into the trap.

"Thanks for your help, but I think we'll show ourselves out." Yakko insisted in a pestering tone.

"No problem. Just warn me next time you drop in." Buster muttered, not lifting his gaze from the portable hole.

"Hey, Dot!" Yakko hollered. The Warner sister trotted back to her brother at the sound of her name. "Making sure we take the right burrow out this time." Yakko explained before Dot could ask. The yakking Warner plunged into the black hole first, followed by the cute one. Wakko attempted a friendly smile toward Buster.

"See ya, Buster." Wakko voiced uneasily. Lastly Wakko swan dived into the black hole. Instead of instantly flopping like a fish on the floor in Bugs' mansion, Wakko found himself caught between two sides of the portable hole. Somewhere in the time and space altering darkness, Wakko floated towards Yakko and Dot. Together their white faces, gloves, and feet illuminated in the black void.

"Do you think Buster's hiding something too?" Wakko inquired of his siblings. Dot shrugged.

"I don't know. He's probably just jealous of Art." Yakko predicted spitefully. Something made Yakko lose his sense of balance in the calm freefall. He felt lightheaded. 'There's a sickening thought.' Yakko reflected. 'You never raised the bar, did you Buster? The one Bugs' first apprentice set so high. Did I... however...?' Before he could make himself sick with anxiety, Yakko snapped out of his inner monologue. "No more questions until we get some answers, alright?" The eldest Warner instructed; half to his siblings and half to the inquisitive voice in his head.

"Right." Wakko and Dot agreed.

In an instant the black void spilt open, letting in a flood of light. The portable hole released the Warners in the room with the most carrot-like knickknacks in all of Bugs' castle: the kitchen. The trio lunged forward and caught themselves on hands and knees, before they could crash on the hard, wooden floor. Standing to their full heights slowly, Yakko, Wakko, and Dot awkwardly met eyes with two grey rabbits. Clyde, who had regained his usual color, sat up to the island on an orange bar stool and sipped from a juice pouch. Bugs, adorning a pink apron paused stirring a steaming pot on the stove. He furrowed his brow and put his hands on his hips.

"What kept ya, Docs?" Bugs interviewed sternly. Even though it hardly concerned Bugs that he hadn't seen or heard from the Warners in several hours, he grilled them like the responsible parent figure should. And for once the kids didn't laugh at his act. That was concerning.

"Um." Dot hesitated. "We lost track of time... catching up with Buster." Yakko and Wakko seemed to hold their breath in suspense. Bugs relaxed his posture, giving them the benefit of the doubt. After his relapse, Bugs really didn't need anything else upsetting him. So he ignored the Warners' strange giddiness.

"Well dat's good. Did ya find everyt'ing okay?" Bugs queried calmly.

"Yep." Yakko answered quickly. The rabbit nodded.

"Den go set da table." Bugs said. In a flash the Warners zoomed out of the kitchen, and came back with the dinner table hoisted over their heads. Wakko wore the red velvet table cloth like a cape.

"Where do you want it?" Yakko asked. Bugs played along without delay.

"On da roof." The rabbit replied. The Warners' black eyes bulged slightly in surprise. They had to ask.

"C'mon siblings." Yakko huffed. On Yakko's command the Warners carried the table off, marching to a chorus of "Hup-hup-hup-hup-hup!" Clyde giggled, watching them leave.

"Say, Clyde? Ya wanna help me soive up these plates since yer cousins insist on bein' smart?" Bugs hinted.

"Okay Uncle Bugs, but it'll be cold by the time we get up there." Clyde figured. Bugs tapped his chin thoughtfully.

Moments later Yakko, Wakko, and Dot walked the thin ridge atop the gable roof. On either side of them was a steep slope and then a five story drop off the roof. The balcony was an option. That space would fit the dining table. However Bugs specifically challenged them to fit the table on the roof. And they would not disappoint. Yakko strode up to the chimney, grasping it for balance.

"Alright, Wak." Yakko signaled. "This is the spot." Behind him, Wakko shook his gag bag upside down until the dinner table fell out. The wooden legs slid a foot or so down either side of the roof before stopping. Yakko summoned a rope from his hammerspace, lept over the chimney and lassoed the chimney and two table legs together. Nonetheless the table was hardly secure, and without a flat floor there was nowhere to put a chair. The Warners quickly came to this conclusion.

"So now what?" Dot asked dryly.

"Hey guys, look!" Wakko pointed out. Instinctively Yakko and Dot glanced ahead at the setting sun, shining in an orange sky that retreated into the sea. A sunset as beautiful as any they'd seen in Acme Acres. But that wasn't what caught Wakko's attention. Dot and Yakko turned their heads to find Wakko pointing to a star in a blue corner of the sky. "That one's Jupiter." He beamed. Suddenly the buzzing sound of a helicopter called to the Warners' ears. The siblings searched the sky, but found nothing. That is until Bugs and Clyde flew over their heads, spinning their ears like copter blades. Gradually the rabbits floated down to the ridge, and the spinning grey blurs on their heads slowed into floppy ears. "Whoa. We didn't know you could do that." Wakko awed.

"Well don't look so surprised, Docs. I've been doin' dat trick for years." Bugs snickered.

"Since when?" Yakko quizzed.

"Since always." The rabbit playfully shot back. "Clyde set the table, would ya?" Bugs suggested. The small rabbit wound up his ears again, getting some height over the table, and whipped out cooked dishes and silverware from his hammerspace. At first glance, the Warners eyed the veggie stuffed enchiladas topped with an inch thick layer of guacamole. Suddenly other plates of corn on the cob, homemade potato salad, spaghetti and mushrooms, and bowls of mixed berries flew passed their view, until Clyde had laid out an entire vegetarian buffet. "And if anyone's really hungry dere's a strawberry, kiwi, and cashew pizza in th' fridge." Bugs commented. The Warners broke their gaze from the buffet, noticing Bugs had taken flight again. Brushing his hand behind his back, Bugs summoned a thin white rope, and lassoed it around one of the castle's towers. Next he dropped the heaviest weight of the rope; a string hammock. He dove low, snatching up the loose end of the hammock, stretched it to the edge of the roof's ridge. Speedily the rabbit hammered a nail into the roof and looped the white rope around it. "Oh, and stuff yer plates as much as ya want. I imagine we won't be able ta move much once we sit down. So don't expect ta get up for seconds." The rabbit advised, studying his handiwork.

Yakko, Wakko, and Dot accepted the cue to serve themselves. Wakko and Dot shared the foothold on the ridge closest to the table to fill up their plates. Clyde stayed airborne to pass food to Wakko and Dot before one of them leaned too far and slipped. Yakko picked out everything he wanted with ease from his perch on the chimney. Though he wasn't sure how he was supposed to move to the hammock with the table anchored. Then it hit him. Yakko stood up, feet on either side of the chimney. Bugs watched him curiously. Without warning, Yakko's heels clicked together and he fell down the chimney. Bugs' voice hitched, as he tried to yell Yakko's name; more out of impatience than worry. The slightest shift in the wind brushing through Bugs' whiskers, prompted him to turn around. In the hammock he found Yakko sitting cross-legged with his full plate in his lap. The hammock swung slightly from the Warner's weight being dropped in.

"Dat was quite a stunt, Doc." Bugs breathed.

"Not as 'quite' of a stunt as you flying." Yakko flattered.

"What, dat old trick?" The rabbit replied. Bugs turned on his heel, only to find Wakko and Dot standing directly behind him. He flinched in surprise, then weighed his hand down on Wakko's hat for balance, and stepped around the Warners."Watch yer step on dat rope, Doc." Bugs advised. With that he left the Warners alone to walk a short tightrope into the high suspended hammock; which they did without fear. Yakko scooted to the edge to make room for his siblings.

"Do you think this is dangerous?" Dot asked casually. Yakko shook his head.

"Only if you look down." He informed. Dot nodded in agreement. By toon logic that made perfect sense. Wakko cleaned his corn on the cob in seconds, while Yakko and Dot only nibbled at their enchiladas until Bugs and Clyde came back with their full dinner plates. Bugs skipped over the tightrope, and gracefully bowed into the hammock. Clyde tiptoed across the rope, stumbling into Bugs' side. After Bugs placed his full platter in his lap, he fished five silver canteen bottles out of his hammerspace. Only one canteen had a unique mark, a rubber band around the base, to distinguish the 2% milks from the lactose free milk.

"Yakko. Heads up." Bugs alerted, chucking the unique canteen over Dot's and Wakko's heads. Yakko caught it with ease.

"Thanks Bugs." Yakko said. Eagerly the toons guzzled down their beverages and devoured their meals without hesitance. Wakko wiped his mouth with his sleeve before speaking.

"This is really good, Bugs."

"T'anks Doc. I did da best I could wit only five hours ta prepare." The rabbit joked.

"So... what's the special occasion? Did we miss a holiday?" Dot questioned Bugs. Clyde looked to his uncle worriedly. But Bugs didn't bat an eye.

"No. I just really appreciate having you kids around." Bugs confessed in a soft voice. A relaxed smile grew on his face. Quickly the Warners bowed their heads and stuffed their mouths to hide their guilt.

By the time the toons finished dinner, the sun had set on Acme Acres. Wakko licked everyone's plates clean, and stacked them atop his head to carry back to the kitchen. Clyde tiptoed out of the hammock and onto the roof, followed by the Warners. Bugs took to the night air, strapped a headlamp over his forehead, and began untying the hammock's knots around the tower.

"You want us to help you with the table?" Yakko offered, watching Bugs' aerial maneuvers.

"No t'anks, Doc." Bugs declined. "I'll take care of ev'ryt'ing up here. You kids go start da movie."

"What movie, Uncle Bugs?" Clyde inquired.

"It's a surpri-ise." Bugs sang. The Warner siblings gave each other knowing looks. Wakko nudged Clyde's shoulder.

"C'mon. You'll like this one." Wakko smiled. He pulled an inflatable raft from his gag bag. Still balancing a stack of dishes on his head, Wakko crouched down and leaned the yellow raft against the sloped roof. Yakko put one foot in the raft, ready to kick off.

"Great idea, Wak." Yakko praised. Before anyone could object, Yakko gave his audience a sly smirk. "Yeah. I know it's dangerous. But he who takes chances, is out of portable holes." Clyde hopped in beside him.

"Thank you, Mr. Wheel-O'-Morality." Dot sighed sarcastically. Gently shifting her weight, Dot stretched her leg to the front of the raft, and sprang the rest of her body to where her foot planted. Wakko rolled in behind her.

"Ready? GO!" Wakko signaled. Yakko gave the raft a starting kick. Surprisingly the raft launched down the bumpy roof without a hitch. The toons hollered in anticipation for the big drop off the eaves. Suddenly the raft swooped off the roof. It floated in mid air a moment, before catching its sense of gravity. As the raft plummeted, the toons cheered wildly. The castle's windows pass by rapidly. But just before the raft hit ground level Yakko cued

"Lean back!" The toons slammed their backs into the raft's seat. The raft made a nose dive into the lawn. However instead of throwing the toons flat on their faces, the raft arched and stood on its nose and end. Realizing they were safe, the toons sat up grinning at each other.

"Giddy-up, boat!" Dot ordered. The yellow raft reared up, made a whinnying sound, and trotted around the backyard.

"Pony ride! Pony ride! Pony ride!" The Warners chanted. When the raft reached the outdoor pool, shaped of Bugs' head, it belly flopped in, and returned to its normal inanimate state. Wakko bent over the raft to dog paddle to the pool's edge.

"Gee, that was fun!" Clyde exclaimed, jumping from the raft to the concrete patio. Yakko ushered his siblings off the raft, and through the patio's glass doors.

"Alright that's enough filler. Let's get back to the story." Yakko redirected, pushing Wakko and Dot along. "Wakko, I'll help ya with these." The eldest Warner volunteered, lifting the plates off Wakko's head. He then handed over the VHS they sought from Bugs' library to Dot. She hastily concealed it behind her back. The rabbit trailing behind them was none the wiser. "Dot, you start the movie in the big theater room. We'll be there before the previews finish." Yakko instructed. Dot's brow furrowed. Why did she have to be isolated with Clyde while her brothers plotted behind the rabbits' backs?

"Fine. C'mon Clyde." The Warner sister accepted, toon speeding away with the young rabbit in tow. Calmly Yakko and Wakko paced themselves through the corridors.

"I thought we were getting back to the real story." Wakko pointed out.

"We are. I need you to watch Bugs when Mickey's on screen. Let me know if he does anything weird." Yakko explained.

"Got it." Wakko understood. He paused thoughtfully. "But where are you gonna be?"

"Surfing the web for Oswald." Yakko answered.

"You're just gonna Google his first name?" Wakko queried.

"No. I'll do more than that." Yakko assured. He halted in his tracks, and held out an arm to stop Wakko. Cautiously Yakko peaked around the corner into the soft orange toned kitchen. The room was vacant, but the sound of wooden chairs scooting across the floor in the adjacent room, confirmed Yakko's hunch. Bugs had already returned the table to the dining room. Yakko and Wakko quietly made their way to the kitchen sink, and slid their stacks of plates into the soapy water. They scrubbed the muck away, not even noticing the light commotion in the dining room had ceased.

"Hey, Docs." Bugs spoke up from behind. The Warner brothers jolted in fright, dropping their dishes in a sudsy splash. Realizing what they had done, the boys embarrassedly turned around to face Bugs. The rabbit's ears slanted forward as if pointing daggers at the Warners. He crossed his arms and tapped his foot impatiently.

"Okay, you kids've been actin' jumpy and dare I say it, on da quiet side," The rabbit recapped, eying Yakko. "evah since you got home. So I could ask ya what's wrong. But I know you'll just say you're fine." Bugs told, holding his serious look.

"Nothing gets passed you." Wakko quipped, trying to bring Bugs' guard down.

"Yep. Glad we settled that. Now let's go watch a long, long movie." Yakko played along, grabbing Wakko by the arm and dragging him away from the sink.

"Not so fast!" Bugs protested. The Warners paused for a second, only to continue their awkward escape by moonwalking away. Bugs blocked the slow moving Warners from their exit, and firmly gripped their shoulders.

"Listen Docs, you know bettah den ta take me for some maroon sitcom parent. So spare me de excuses. I wanna know what's really goin' on here." Bugs dictated. The eldest Warner thought fast.

"It's the insomnia." Yakko fabricated. "We haven't slept well in days. It's making us paranoid."

"Oh?" Bugs humored Yakko.

"Yeah. In fact I feel like skipping the movie and just turning in for the night." Yakko prattled. Riding on his excuse, Yakko ducked under Bugs' arm to slip past him. "G'night, Bugs!" He added, as he bolted. His nearest escape route happened to be the elevator around the corner. Once Yakko punched the call button, the carrot detailed metal doors slid open in record time. He rushed inside elevator, finding comfort in being confined inside the four walls. Though he knew he couldn't avoid Bugs for long after that conversation. Yakko mentally kicked himself over his blunder. He knew he blew it. 'With any luck, Wakko will keep Bugs distracted for the rest of the night.' Yakko hoped. The Warner tapped a button on the control panel, and the elevator zoomed at toon speed to another floor. A second later the doors opened to an emerald green room, with an old partners desk, white file cabinets, and a large stereo to distract Bugs from doing any real work in his office. But to Yakko the most important feature of the room used the left side of the desk as a throne to its cube shaped glory: Bugs' computer. Yakko sprinted behind the desk, narrowly avoiding tripping over a mess of cables. His thumb flew to the power button. An entire minute crawled by until the black screen turned blue and a small white box labeled 'Password' awaited an input. Yakko typed in a keyword and hit the 'Enter' arrow. However the page reset and gave Yakko a small printed prompt, saying his password was incorrect. Yakko scowled in frustration.

"One porn site, and it's like he thinks I'm a different toon." The Warner complained. Then he began a list to solve the password by trial and error. Carrots? Password? Baseball? 07271940? Super Rabbit? Art? Daisy Lou? All of which turned out to be incorrect. 'Okay, now it's time to get serious.' Yakko decided. He mumbled the code under his breath as he typed it in. "Thirty-four, six, twenty-seven, eighty-nine, twelve, zero." The screen gave Yakko a 'Welcome' prompt and his cursor changed into an hour glass. "Yes!" Yakko rejoiced. Next it was time to use his most valuable resource. He clicked on the Internet Explorer icon in the taskbar. After the home page loaded, Yakko clicked the Search bar. Unfortunately Yakko's master plan was about as complex as Wakko had described it. The eldest Warner entered the only phrases he had which could reveal Oswald's identity.

'Oswald Disney' He typed. The results were few and irrelevant. Apparently Mickey's celebration of Oswald wasn't big news yet. Then Yakko found an article that got the early scoop. 'Oswald Comes Home / Human Traded For a Toon', the title read. That highlight alone made Yakko's jaw drop. He read aloud in a low whisper.

"This is truly a monumental day in toon history. Today Walt Disney studio and NBC Universal settled on a trade between two of their properties: a contract with sportscaster, Al Michaels, and Walt E. Disney's earliest toon star, Oswald the Lucky Rabbit. Yes, it's true. Walt Disney studio traded a man to gain a toon rabbit. But there's no question that Oswald is the real winner! Prior to Mickey Mouse, Walt Disney created the lucky rabbit in 1927, and directed twenty-six Oswald pictures for Universal studio. However an underhanded business negotiation caused Disney to walk and lose the rights to Oswald. Miraculously after a seventy-eight year absence Oswald is home. He is said to hold no grudge against Mickey Mouse and thinks of him as a brother. As a Disney enthusiast, this reporter wishes Oswald a warm welcome home, and can't wait to see his grand come back."

Scrolling down the page, Yakko found a picture of Oswald. A lightbulb flashed on between Yakko's ears when he saw the inkblot's bowling ball shaped head and long rounded ears. 'The fireworks.' He realized. That was the exact shape he saw light up the sky alongside Mickey's symbol.

"So that's the toon of honor." Yakko studied. "Our new friend." He schemed.