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"Go fish." Dot said with a yawn. Bugs scowled and picked up a card from the pile on the floor between them.

They had started their first game of Go Fish an hour and a half ago. Scratchansniff had left to get them three bus tickets and find Hello Nurse about an hour or so before that, and they had been sitting in the hospital's crowded lobby since.

The adults had agreed that they should get out of Toontown and go where there was less damage. However, Foghorn and Bugs had yet to decide where to go. Bugs wanted to go to Calabasas ("I have plenty of friends there we can stay with, doc-") and Foghorn wanted to go to San Francisco ("My poker buddy there has a place that- I say- that could outlast two Armageddons better than your fine friends' fancy doll houses could make it through a rain shower-"). The chance of seeing daylight again was becoming less of a possibility and more like a far-off dream at this point. Dot would be lucky to make it another hand without jamming her head in the elevator door.

Bugs had found an old pack of cards at the bottom of his hammerspace, and they were currently on their 18th round of the "blasted game," as Foghorn called it. Dot thought the car ride was bad, but this was much worse. At least then she could look out the window and lose her thoughts in the urban landscape. Now she was cooped up in an overcrowded room with an irritable rooster and grumpy rabbit, stuck staring at the same white walls and headache-inducing people.

"Do ya have a six?" Foghorn asked in a melancholy tone.

"Go fish, doc."

"Do you have a two?" Dot asked, groggily. It was the last card in her hand and she prayed that Foghorn had it. Not because she wanted to win, but because she was dying for this game to be over.

"Here, little lady. Now, put that damned deck away before I rip it up. You would think I could win at least one game..." Foghorn muttered and crossed his arms. Bugs rolled his eyes and collected the cards, tucking them back into their worn package.

Dot leaned back against the wall. She was careful to avoid the woman sitting next to her. Even though they had found a semi-secluded corner of the room, several fans still managed to approach them and hound them for autographs; the woman being one of them. They only went away after Bugs testily grabbed their tattered notepads and papers and scribbled down his, Foghorn, and Dot's names with a muttered "hungry animals" sent their way.

She felt the woman bump into her when she got up and received an annoyed look from her as she hobbled away through the crowd. Dot let out a small huff and spread her limbs out in the newly vacated spot.

"That's what you get for dozing off through half of them, doc," Bugs muttered, putting the cards back into his hammerspace. He leaned back next to Dot and sent a glare towards a group of toons across from them. They were giggling and gesturing to the trio, and Bugs looked like he was about to march over there and blow the grins off their faces with a stick of dynamite or two. "Don't they know it's rude to point..."

"Apparently not. I can go let them know, if you want." Dot replied and sat up. She was pretty annoyed with them at this point, too. She could easily deal with the excessive giggling, but the comment made about her "bow being too small for that big head of hers" just about set her off.

"You stay right there, kid. I already have a crazy doctor that's MIA and a moody rooster to deal with. I don't want to have to pull a six year old out of a cat fight, too."

"I'm not a cat..." Dot huffed.

"You know what I mean, doc," Bugs said. Their ears simultaneously perked up when Foghorn's booming voice rang through the air.

"You low-life coward! Boy- I say- boy, you'd better give me back that sandwich!" Foghorn shot up and started running after a rough looking man clutching a ham and cheese sandwich in his grubby hand. Dot didn't know where he got it in the first place, but she wasn't going to question it.

"Dammit, Foghorn!" Bugs yelled after him as he reluctantly got up. "Stay here." he said over his shoulder as he trailed after Foghorn.

Dot rolled her eyes and watched as he attempted to take down the enormous rooster. He tried to jump on his back but missed and flung to the ground. He sprung up and continued to chase him across the room, leaving a trail of obscene words in his wake.

Her grin faded when a large figure sat down next to her. Great, the woman was back. She was surprised when she felt a hand on her shoulder. Doesn't this lady understand the premise of a personal bubble? Dot turned around to give her a refresher lesson on personal space, but closed her mouth when she found a yellow toothed, dirty toon smiling at her instead.

"Hey honey, you're looking awful lonesome." he scooted closer.

Every stranger danger flag Yakko had drilled into her head immediately flew up. She sprung up from the floor and reached into her hammerspace for her mallet. Sure, it was hard to hold the heavy chunk of wood with one hand, but she did her best to appear stable under its weight.

"Nope. I'm just fine, thanks." she said, relieved that her voice came out strong and smooth as opposed to the quiver that poked at the back of her throat.

"Cute mallet there, girly. But it looks awfully heavy for those dainty little arms of yours. Here, let me just take that for ya-"

WHACK.

Dot used every ounce of strength in her arm to swing the mallet into his face. She was beyond relived when she heard a resounding crack as the mallet made contact with his cheek and sent him flying backwards. A small grin crept onto her face as he howled in pain. He glared at her as she wound up for another swing.

"I guess we'll do this the hard way-" he grumbled, rubbing his cheek and lunging at her. Dot was just about take another swing when a gray blur pinned the man up against the wall.

"Take one step closer to that kid and I swear to God it'll be the last thing you do." an enraged Bugs growled. Foghorn's large hand clamped down on her shoulder and pulled her away.

The man quivered as Bugs tightened his already deadly grip on his shoulders. He quickly nodded his head and Bugs threw him to the ground. Scrambling to get up, the man took one last look at Bugs and ran away. Bugs, who was still seething, turned to Dot.

"Did he hurt you? Touch you? Anything?" he demanded. Dot quickly shook her head.

"No, I got him with my mallet." she said.

"A darn good swing, too. You did some damage on that fella." Foghorn said, patting her shoulder.

Bugs clenched his fists and slowed his ragged breathing. Dot put the mallet back into her hammerspace and moved away from Foghorn. She took the rabbit's hand. Although small waves of anger still radiated off of him, he softened his expression.

"I'm glad you're alright- dammit, I shouldn't have left you here alone," Bugs shook his head. "What if you didn't have a mallet and he-"

"It doesn't matter what he might have done. I had one and I took care of him. Everything's alright now." Dot said, trying to reassure herself more than him.

"His face ain't alright. That- I say- that is gonna hurt in the morning. Haven't seen a swing like that since little old Bugs here was lord knows how young. And you did it with one hand! That was mighty fine." Foghorn chuckled. Dot grinned and moved a hand behind her back. She stretched the fingers on her mallet hand, trying to relieve some of the tenseness in them. The weight of the mallet left her arm stiff and heavy, but they didn't need to know that.

"Yeah... just stay close, alright? I'm sure he isn't the only creep around here." Bugs sighed. Dot glanced around the room until her gaze landed on Foghorn.

"Wait, did you get your sandwich back?" she asked. She really hoped he had, as she found that the normally energetic and boisterous rooster was not fun to be around when he was hungry.

"Nah, the boy slipped away," he huffed. "But I got something better. He had- I say- he had an entire pack of Oreos in his other hand. He dropped them when he was going through the door and runnin' his mouth," his features lit up when he pulled a crumpled blue plastic package from behind his back. "It's like taking cookies from a baby, I reckon." he chuckled.

"They're second hand- no, probably third hand, stale cookies packaged in cheap plastic," Bugs stated dryly. "You shouldn't be proud of that, doc,"

"Well I am, darn it. No one takes away my food. You know, at least not without facing the consequences." Foghorn huffed, stuffing several cookies in his beak. He stuck out a cookie to Dot.

"I wouldn't, if I were you." Bugs muttered to her.

"What? These things ain't poison!" Foghorn argued.

"How do you know? You can't just pick them off of some weirdo and expect them to be perfect. Just look at that goopy stuff in the back of the package." Dot said and pointed to the cookies. Foghorn pulled back the cover further to reveal a large green glob.

"Huh. The girl's right." he frowned and dumped the cookies in a potted fern next to him. The door opened and another wave of toons entered the room.

"Isn't this a fire hazard..." Bugs muttered as they were pushed towards the wall. The gurgle of conversation surrounding them grew increasingly louder. Dot was able to make out some of what toons were saying, but she could only catch a few bits and pieces of several conversations.

"Ma'am, you dropped your jacket-"

"Where's the food? I thought that nurse said it was in here-"

"Hey! Watch where you're going, jackass-"

"I t-t-think S-Scratchansniff said they were in here. Do you see t-them?"

Dot turned around and tried to look over the crowed. She moved forward, pulling Bugs with her.

"Whatcha doing, doc?" Bugs said as he was dragged through a sea of bodies with Foghorn close behind him.

"I think I heard Porky!" Dot called over the noise.

"What? Where?" Bugs asked. He tripped over a bag and almost sent them tumbling to the ground, yet Dot managed to keep her balance and continued moving.

"Up ahead, I think."

"Wait, the little lady's right! I see 'em!" Foghorn shouted. He grabbed Bugs by the arm and picked up Dot. The rooster started running and was practically dragging Bugs behind him as they approached three toons. Dot could make out Scratchy's bald head, a mass of black feathers, and a pasty pink pig.

"Porky! Daffy!" Bugs called out. The three toons turned around as they rushed towards them. Foghorn let go of Bugs and set Dot back onto the ground. Scratchansniff stepped back as the four co-stars embraced.

"How'd ya get here? We thought you guys were goners!" Daffy said.

"I got off the lot with Dot-" he gestured to Dot, who gave a small wave. "-and we met Foghorn and Scratchansniff at a shelter. We came here after. What about you two? I saw your names in the 'Missing' section in the paper. You had us worried." Bugs said.

"You w-wouldn't believe the t-t-time we've had." Porky said wearily.

"We were over in a hotel in North Hollywood when the earthquake happened. You know, just doing some promo stuff there," Daffy started. "We got out just as the whole thing came down. I mean, it was the only building on the block that completely fell over! Just my luck right? It was just like that weekend in Vegas back in-"

"Boy, bring your mind back over here and tell us what happened next." Foghorn interrupted.

"Right, right. Then we were walking, you know, slowly for Porky's little legs, and-"

"E-E-Excuse me?" Porky said. Daffy waved him off and continued talking. Dot had to dodge the mounds of spittle shooting out of his beak as he spoke.

"-and we ran into these thugs. They chased us across town! I couldn't tell you why. We were just walking and BAM! They started yelling and came after us."

"Why?" Bugs asked.

"We don't know. I don't think we did anything to tick em' off. But it took us forever to shake them off," Daffy started. "We had to hide in a dumpster for a whole day before they left! We snuck onto a bus and came up here after. Did you know that-"

"Backtrack for a minute, Daff. What did they look like?" Bugs said.

"I couldn't really tell. They had a lot of clothes on."

"I t-think I saw some tails. A-and they w-w-were furry, too. I thought they looked sorta like m-mi-rodents." Porky added. Bugs shared a look with Foghorn.

"Ehh- did you see that Bosko broke out out of Clampett?" Bugs asked. Daffy's beak fell open and Porky began to nervously wring his hands.

"What? No! We haven't seen any news all week!" the duck screeched. "I'm too young to die, Bugs! I'm too young to die!" Daffy grabbed Bugs by the jacket and fell to the ground.

Dot stared at the two toons. She still didn't know who this Bosko guy was and it was starting to worry her. She watched as Bugs shoved the frantic duck off of him.

"Get a grip, doc! He's not here right now so you don't need to panic. You'll freak us all out if you keep going on like this." Bugs nodded his head towards Dot. Daffy looked between her and the rabbit and straightened up.

"Oh, right. Sorry." he muttered.

"H-h-have you seen him a-around?" Porky stammered.

"No. We just read about the escape in the paper. Did anyone else follow you here?" Bugs said.

"I don't think so, but we should probably leave this place soon. I don't want to stick around here much longer," Daffy shuddered as a man in dirty clothes walked by. Dot had to hold back the urge to plug her nose. "Besides, it reeks."

"Then it was a good thing I got these bus tickets when I did. They only had a few left when I got through the crowd to the front desk," Scratchansniff said, pulling three slips of paper out of his coat pocket. "That's where I found these two, in fact. They said you could use them to get on any bus at the station down the street."

"Now, that's good and all, but I'm not leaving without you two." Foghorn said, gesturing to Daffy and Porky.

"D-don't worry Foghorn. We already h-have our t-tickets." Porky said.

"It took battling a few apes to get them," Daffy puffed up his chest, causing Bugs to shake his head. "We wouldn't have them if I hadn't stepped in to help Porky here. My fit physic got rid of them fast." he boasted.

"Ahh... D-Daffy, they were t-turtles. They weren't much b-bigger than Dot." Porky added.

"I bet they still pack a meaner punch than him." Foghorn muttered to Dot.

"I bet I pack a meaner punch than him." she whispered back.

"What was that?" Daffy huffed.

"Nothing, boy, nothing. Say, why don't we all head down to that station now? There's no reason to hang around here much longer."

"But where are we gonna go?" Daffy asked.

"I overheard some t-toons s-saying that the d-damage in Bevery H-Hills isn't t-too bad. We could go to your house, B-Bugs."

"Sure," Bugs said. He turned to Scratchansniff. "Are you sure you don't want to come? I have plenty of room."

"Nein. I have to stay here and help with the patients. I found Hello Nurse and she said that there were quite a few cases of PTSD. A building collapsed over on Rydale Drive and landed on a group of toons. I heard it was... messy, to say the least. I'm heading over to the trauma ward now to talk to a few of the victims and their families." Scratchansniff said.

"Well, thanks for everything. We owe you one." Bugs shook the psychiatrist's hand and took the tickets.

"It was no problem," Scratchansniff turned to Dot. "I hope you find Yakko and Wakko soon, Dot. I'm sure the little monkeys couldn't have gotten too far." he smiled.

"Thanks, Scratchy. Good luck with everything!" she smiled. Bugs took her hand and they started towards the door.

She was almost sad to see Scratchy disappear among the sea of toons. He sacrificed a lot to help them and had taken her brothers to safety at his own risk. Dot hoped she could someday pay him back for saving Yakko and Wakko. For once, she was grateful for the psychiatrist's persistent and inquisitive ways, as it is very likely they could have been hurt- or worse- if it weren't for him.

They continued to push their way through the hospital, dodging medical equipment and impatient toons. Once they had reached a calmer area of the building, Foghorn cleared his throat and spoke up.

"Have you heard anything about the others?"

"Actually, we have," Porky perked up. "We r-r-ran into Sam, Sylvester, and Tweety on the w-way over here after we shook off t-those thugs."

"Were they alright?" Bugs asked. Porky started to answer when Daffy interrupted.

"Sam's arm looked a little banged up, but nothing too bad otherwise. They were supposed to meet us at the promo the day the earthquake hit but got stuck in traffic or something like that."

"Where were they going when you saw them?" Foghorn said. Daffy went to answer but Porky grabbed his beak.

"They said they were going to ch-check on Sam's sister and her f-family out in Los Angeles. Sylvester and Tweety didn't w-w-want to split off from him, I g-guess."

"I don't blame them." Bugs replied, ignoring the sour look on Daffy's face.

"Anyone else?" Foghorn asked.

"Nope. Though I t-think G-G-Granny is still visiting her d-daughter in Miami. She w-w-wasn't supposed to g-get back until n-next week."

"Good. But no- I say- no earthquake could ruffle her feathers. She'd be in better shape than us, she would," Foghorn added. "I just hope we hear from the others soon."

"Me too." Bugs sighed. He pushed open the door to the front entrance and they proceeded to the bus stop.


"Wakko, wake up." Yakko nudged his brother. It was almost noon and his brother was still out cold, yet the loud rumble in his stomach made it clear he didn't need a clock to tell him what time it was, or what time it was far past. He had always made sure that he and his sibs ate together every morning, and he wasn't about to let his brother's impromptu hibernation ruin his daily routine.

They hadn't gone to bed too late last night. After talking to Heather for an hour after she got home, Yakko felt wiped and dragged his reluctant brother to the spare bedroom. He had let Wakko sleep in the first morning they were here. He'd figured he needed to catch up on some sleep after traveling nonstop through Toontown for two days. Heck, he even slept in late that day. Although he was more of an "early to bed, early to rise" kind of guy himself, he was thankful for the extra rest. But this was their second morning here. Wakko should be caught up in the sleep department by now.

"Wakko! WAKKO!" he shook his brother's motionless form. Finally, after almost a minute of shaking Wakko, Yakko could finally see his eyes crack open. But just when he thought his brother was awake, Wakko made a muffled noise and buried his head deeper into the pillow.

"Wakko! You know what, fine. If you want to sleep then sleep. I'll just finish off that box of Lucky Charms by myself."

Yakko smirked when Wakko shot up from under the comforter. His fur stuck out at odd angles and his clothes were crinkled and a bit damp. Yakko stepped back to let his disheveled brother jumped out of bed. He knew better than anyone else (with the exception of Dot) that you shouldn't get in between Wakko and Lucky Charms; one of his favorite foods.

"No, no. I can help you." he croaked while rubbing his eyes. Wakko yawned and Yakko cringed as the stench of his breath reached his nose.

"Not before you freshen up a bit, bub," Yakko pushed Wakko into the bathroom and handed him one of the extra toothbrushes Heather had given them. "Don't worry, that cardboard leprechaun will still be grinning at you when you come out." he said and closed the door. He went to the kitchen and grabbed the cereal, milk, two bowls, and two spoons. Wakko came trudging out of the bathroom and took a seat at the table shortly after.

"Open." Yakko said as sat down next to him. Wakko frowned and reluctantly showed his brother his teeth.

Ever since Wakko had tried to get away with not brushing them for several weeks, and ultimately collecting a costly dentist bill and several fillings, Yakko made sure to check his teeth every morning and evening.

Wakko poured cereal and milk into the bowl and shoveled a spoonful into his mouth. Yakko never understood why Wakko preferred to brush his teeth before eating breakfast, and could only cringe when Wakko had told him that "a hint of mint makes everything taste better." Yakko shrugged. Everyone has their quirks, and someone with a name like "Wakko" should be entitled to quite a few. He picked up the newspaper Heather had left on the table and flipped to the comics section.

"Hey Wak, check out today's 'Family Circus'." he showed the page to Wakko and pointed to the small illustration in the corner. He looked up from his bowl and glanced at the comic before returning his gaze to the stray pieces of cereal floating on top of green colored milk.

"C'mon, not even a smile? It's you favorite comic!" Yakko exclaimed. Wakko simply shrugged his shoulders. Yakko set the newspaper down and raised an eyebrow at his brother. "Are you feeling alright?"

"I'm fine." Wakko said, avoiding Yakko's concerned look.

"Ehh... you don't seem it. Are you sick?"

"No. Really, I'm good," he said. Yakko got up and knelt down beside his little brother. He placed a hand on his forehead and Wakko jerked back. "I'm not sick." he said in a slightly aggravated tone.

"Is something bothering you?" Yakko tried again. He watched as Wakko chewed on his bottom lip.

"No... well- no..." Wakko drifted off.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" Yakko asked gently. He didn't like seeing something eat at his brother like this.

"It's just- I mean...I don't want to get you upset." Wakko muttered.

"Wak, I'm sure I can handle whatever you have to say. If I can sit through an hour block of that Captain Planet junk with Dot I can survive a chat with my brother," he nudged Wakko. "You can tell me."

"Okay. Well, I had a dream last night that something was chasing me, you, and Dot. I don't know what it was, but I turned around and you guys were gone," he paused.

"You can keep going." Yakko said, putting a hand on his knee. Wakko took a deep breath before continuing.

"I didn't know where you went. But then I kept running. It was really dark and I tripped over something. I- I looked down and you two were laying there. You weren't moving or anything. I tried to wake you and Dot up but you wouldn't. It sounds stupid, but it just kinda freaked me out." he looked at Yakko.

"I don't blame you. I'd be freaked out, too. But everything's going to be OK, alright?" Wakko gave a short nod before Yakko pulled him in for a hug. He felt Wakko's arms slip around his torso and he squeezed him to his chest.

"Feel any better?"

"Yeah. Thanks." Wakko said as a small smile crept onto his lips. Yakko got up and pulled Wakko's red hat around on his head.

"No problem, sib. Now, how about you go get dressed while I clean up. Just be quick 'cause I saw in the paper that a rerun of the 'Miss America' pageant is on. I bet we'll tune in right in time for the swimsuit competition." he winked. Wakko rolled his eyes and went into their room.

Yakko had just gathered the bowls and spoons when the apartment door burst open. He was impressed by how well he was able to hold back the scream that tore at his throat when the door's loud and sudden impact with the wall almost made him to drop the dishes. With a firm grip still on the objects in his hands and the little manliness he had developed in the short time since he had started puberty still intact, he turned to find a distraught Heather clumsily shutting the door and running toward him. Out of the corner of his eye, Yakko noticed that Wakko had come out of their room in fresh clothing.

"Is everything okay?" Yakko asked hesitantly.

"No. I think some of Smokey's guys are are on their way here." she stammered.

"What? How'd they find us?" Yakko asked as a bubble of fear rose in his chest. Wakko, who appeared to have the same feeling, came over and stood beside him.

"I don't know... I was just walking to the store to get lunch for my friends at work and I saw them following me. I shook them off but they'll probably get here any minute. We've got to get you out of here." she grabbed the two of them by their shoulders and pushed them out the door.

"Where are we gonna go?" Yakko said.

"Shh! Keep your voice down." she hissed. Yakko, seeing no other option, shut his mouth. The moved down various side streets and alleys in total silence; their padded feet mostly concealing the noise from their footsteps.

Yakko looked over at Wakko as they ran. His mouth was set in a thin line and his eyes were stuck in a wide stare. Yakko gulped. He wanted to reach over and grab his brother's hand, but figured he'd trip up the woman between them. He just wanted to offer him some kind of reassurance, but couldn't. Frustrated and terrified, Yakko continued to pump his legs in a hollow rhythm.

Heather slowed to a halt when the approached the bottom of a large hill. She let go of them and jammed her hand into her pocket. Yakko didn't see exactly what she pulled out but didn't argue when she shoved it into his hand.

"Here, take these. Go and-" Heather started as the sounds of shouting traveled down the block. "Just get up that hill and don't stop until-" the shouting was getting louder and panic was contorting her features. "Be safe!"

She gave them a meek smile and took off. Yakko, sensing the urgency of the situation, put the object in his pocket and picked up Wakko. He used his toonspeed to get up the hill and by the time they reached the top, Yakko felt like he had just been hit by a car a thousand times over. He hadn't realized how heavy Wakko had gotten. Wheezing, he placed Wakko on the ground and looked around while reaching into his pocket.

"Well, Wak. I guess this is what she meant."


"No, that's the San Diego bus. I don't even think the roads are open down there. I swear the Beverly Hills one is over there." Bugs said and pointed to a bus in front of them.

"See here, rabbit. This sign is clearly pointing to our bus." Daffy argued and pointed to a sign that was almost completely covered by moss. The only lettering that could be seen was an uppercase B.

"Boy, use your head! That sign points to the bathrooms, see? Look- I say- look in the direction it's pointing to. Porta potties don't have wheels and drive away, last time I checked."

"Ok, fine. Do tell us where this said bus is, oh great navigator." Daffy spat.

"It's over there." Dot pointed to a large blue bus across the street from them. A sign above it read "Beverly Hill Express."

"N-Nice job, gentlemen," Porky rolled his eyes. "I believe Dot's ri-rig-correct."

"And it's next to the porta potties! See, I was still right!" Daffy exclaimed with a confident grin. Foghorn whacked him on the back of the head and stepped into the crosswalk.

"Boy's still dumber than a sack of potatoes." he muttered, earning a small nod from Bugs. Dot suppressed her giggles as Daffy rubbed his head and mumbled certain phrases that would have earned her a time out from Yakko. They were about halfway across the road when a large jeep nearly clipped Porky, who was at the back of their group.

"Ah! G-get a m-move on u-up there, Foghorn!" Porky yelled as he quickened his pace. Once they had all reached the safety of the sidewalk, Bugs gave Dot and Foghorn their tickets.

"Just show him this when you get on, alright?" Bugs told her.

Dot nodded and followed Foghorn and Daffy up the bus's stairs. She showed the driver her ticket and joined the others on a row of seats. She sat between Bugs and Daffy and looked out the window behind her. People were walking across the sidewalk and stumbling through the crowd in search of their buses. She noted that their own bus was quickly filling up.

She felt the bus's engine start and was just about to turn around when something caught her eye. A bright red hat peeked out through the crowd of people on the sidewalk. Her breath hitched when she saw that the hat sat atop a black and white furred toon, and another toon like him trotted beside him as they weaved their way through the tight mass of bodies. The taller one was clutching the smaller one's hand, and before she realized what she was doing, Dot jumped off of the seat and took off toward the door.

She heard Bugs calling out to her as she ran, but didn't stop to respond. Dot dodged multiple bags, bodies, and even canes as she sprinted toward the toons. A tightness was growing in her legs but she ignored it and sped up.

"Yakko! Wakko!" she shouted as loud as she could.

The two boys turned around and enormous grins lit up the faces. "Dot!" they yelled in unison. They ran towards her and tackled her in a humongous hug.

Her brothers were holding her so tightly she could barely breathe. She felt wet tears trickle down her cheeks as she squeezed them as hard as she could. Her wrist burned from being jammed between her brothers' bodies and she felt a bit lightheaded from breathing into their shirts, but none of that mattered right now. Yakko and Wakko were here.

She was finally home.